Chapter 80

See Zhang Yan a face doubt looking at oneself, rather happy heart smile: "I asked someone to borrow the key to come in, your room is so beautiful."

"Yes, is it?"

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan's eyes twinkled and seemed embarrassed.

"In fact, this room has been like this since I remember it. I think it's very kind. It may be my former room, but it's a pity..."

She sighed: "unfortunately, I have no memory, no one can tell me who I am, or even I don't even know how I died myself

The past is blank and the future is bleak. But I am just a wisp of soul, a soul that can never walk out of a narrow room, and can't communicate with anyone for ten years. This feeling is really hard.

"This is how you've been for ten years?" Ning Huan heart can not help but ask a heartache.

"Yes, but..." Zhang Yan stopped for a moment: "last year, the hotel was connected to the Internet. I found that I could connect to the local wechat network through this network. Later, I joined the wechat group to chat with you, but everyone had their own residence and name. Only I had no name until you came here..."

Just because he lived next door to Ning Huanxin and could chat with her, Zhang Yan changed her nickname to the ghost next door.

Hearing her words, Ning Huanxin was stunned for a moment. Up to now, she still clearly remembers her first time joining the wechat group and chatting with the ghost girl next door. At that time, Zhang Yan was very happy and afraid that she would ignore her.

She was really lonely for a long time, lonely for a long time.

"Actually, I know you."

Ning Huan Xin bit her lip and walked to the bookshelf. Her slender hands swept over the rows of books, and finally stopped on a book.

It's the collection of poems, which Qin Su gave to Zhang Yan in those years -

ten years of life and death are boundless, and they are unforgettable.

A thousand miles of solitary graves, where to talk desolate.

"Do you often read this collection of poems?" Ning Huanxin found that this collection of poems, as before, was the most easily placed.

"Yes, I like it very much. I just want to shed tears every time I see it. I don't know what's wrong with me. Will ghosts be sad?"

Ghost tears blood, if not really sad, really sad, many ghosts are unable to shed tears.

"I'll tell you a story."

Ning Huan Xin sat aside and slowly stated the story of ten years ago.

Zhang Yan is different from Li Yan. She is a simple girl, and she has no sin in her body. She just lost her memory because of the changes of that year. She can't remember herself, but at the bottom of her heart, she has infinite concern and obsession with the sun.

When Ning Huanxin brings the whole story slowly, Zhang Yan's eyes are constantly changing. When she is listening to the story, the whole heart is also floating and sinking.

At last, Zhang Yan looked at Ning Huanxin nervously: "later? Then what happened to Qin Su, Qin Su

This name makes Zhang Yan feel familiar and excited.

"He is a monk."

Ning Huan heart light whispered: "in fact, he did not mean to deceive Zhang Yan, I believe, I believe that he is sincere to her, but unfortunately, nature makes people, after all, there are too many mistakes in the world, not all lovers can get married."

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan was quiet for a moment: "in fact, Zhang Yan Is that my name? "

"Yes, you are Zhang Yan."

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