Chapter 15 Alive

The old man who I tapped on the shoulder was stunned for a while, then looked down at himself in disbelief, then looked up at me, and said weirdly, "You can actually see me?"

I was speechless for a while, then sighed deeply, threw away the goods in my hand, and ignored him. Under the curious and surprised gazes of everyone, I returned to my position and continued to stare at the ceiling with my chin in my hand. daze.

"I can't see, I can't see, I can't see anything."

His grandma's oh, you can meet ghosts in your dreams. Can't there be two big live people in my business shop?

I was so angry that I didn’t want to say more.

At this time, I vaguely heard this group of people begin to secretly glance at me and secretly talk about something.

"Boy, you haven't answered my question yet."

The old man who questioned me just now came to me and stared at me.

"I told you I couldn't see it." I waved my hand impatiently and turned away.

"Really? Then you won't be frightened when I become like this?"

"Scared?"

I frowned and looked over, and found that the old man suddenly smiled sinisterly, stretched out his hand and slapped his head hard. The head actually rotated 720 degrees, and then stared straight at me again. .

But at this time, his seven orifices began to bleed, and his eyes turned black. Suddenly, the old man let out a scream, opened his bloody mouth and rushed towards me.

"Fuck!!"

I let out a scream and jumped up from my position. However, I couldn't keep my center when I stood up and fell to the ground.

At this time, I realized that I was still in the shop, and the room was quiet, and there was someone there.

I quickly got up and hid behind the bar while looking outside carefully.

No matter how you look at the house, there is no one around, and on the street outside the glass window, you can occasionally see two passing cars.

"...Huh, luckily it's a dream."

I reached out and touched my forehead and found that my head was covered in cold sweat.

But that dream just now was probably a nightmare, right...?

I thought about it carefully, and the terrifying feeling in my heart still made me feel uneasy. As a dream, it's a bit too real.

And since the scenes seen in dreams are not much different from reality, it will inevitably leave some psychological shadow.

I slowly walked to the coffin of my ancestor on the side - after standing in front of the coffin, I couldn't help but take a breath.

Before, I remembered that the plate containing various fruits for worship must have been smashed to pieces.

But now, the plate is safe and the fruit I placed on it has disappeared.

"...Another precognitive dream?"

I pressed my temples, feeling my brain swell for no apparent reason. I clearly remember that I had the same feeling the last time I had that prophetic dream.

However, this means...there are going to be customers in my shop?

While I was thinking this, suddenly, the wind chime at the door rang gently.

A young woman walked in, but she was dressed very plainly - which made her look older.

But she was very beautiful and her skin was tender, so I decided she was a young woman.

This was my first guest after a long time, so I hurriedly greeted him without caring about anything else.

"Hello, hello, is there anything you need?"

"I want to see it for myself first, so I won't bother you anymore."

The woman smiled slightly and spoke in a very gentle tone. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I always felt that when this woman stared at me, her eyes looked very friendly. And looking at her mature appearance, she doesn't look young at all.

"Oh, that's it. Of course it's ok. Then take your time and see me. If you need any help, just come to me."

The woman smiled softly at me, then took the things by herself and started looking at them.

And when I was about to return to the bar, the wind chime rang again.

"Is there someone here again?"

This time it was a couple. When the man came in, he asked, "The Zhang family owns a wedding shop, right?"

"This is it...are you here to find someone, or to buy something?"

The couple looked at each other, smiled and said, "Buy something."

"Then you want to see for yourselves?" I glanced at the woman and asked.

"Zhong, let's just take a look for ourselves. There are many people behind us."

"Ah?" I was a little confused, and suddenly felt a little confused about what was going on.

"Well..."

The man was also stunned for a moment. The woman glared at him and immediately smiled at me and said, "Baby, you don't have to worry about it, just watch your store. My husband loves to tell lies."

"Oh well..."

Scratching my head, I suppressed the strange feeling in my heart. Thinking back to the shop full of people I saw in my dream, I also felt a little bit excited for some reason.

Let’s not say whether these people are human beings or whether they are here to buy things. In short, if the store really becomes full of people all of a sudden, then it means that what I had is indeed a precognitive dream.

And it turns out that what I just had was really a precognitive dream.

More and more people came into the shop, until it became the same as in the dream, and no new customers continued to come in.

"It's true that all kinds of strange things can happen to people in life...but what does this mean?"

At this point, looking at the lively scene in front of me, I already knew that I had indeed had a precognitive dream just now. But because I was frightened by the old man, I woke up immediately.

If there was a follow-up to the precognitive dream just now, I wouldn't have been able to see it. But it could be nothing, so I woke up.

Just as I was curious, the door of the store opened again.

"Welcome, you have to see it for yourself, right?"

I didn't even bother to go out this time, so I sat lazily near the bar with my chin in my hands, looking at the door and saying.

The woman who came in this time was not beautiful, but she had black hair that was lightly disheveled, and she was wearing a snow-white dress. Her plump body made it obvious at a glance that she was a mother.

The woman held a parasol in her hand, looked at me, smiled softly, and said, "Do you sell mirrors here?"

"We sell them in all sizes and in various types. You should be able to find whatever you want - oh, I mean, if this mirror is for a dead person."

"Show me?"

There are so many guests here, and this is the first one that I want to take a look at.

However, I stood up without saying a word and walked to her side. I was much taller than her, so she looked up at me curiously for a while, as if observing or examining me. However, her eyes were very kind.

To be honest, although she was the first to ask me to help introduce products to her, I didn't find it strange at all because I had already guessed that this would be the case.

This woman is the woman holding a baby in the scene I dreamed about in my sleep.

The mirror was placed on the second floor. When we arrived at the second floor, which was filled with a dazzling array of products, I helped the woman introduce the mirror she was looking for. I deliberately spoke very slowly, and after introducing her to the mirror, I also introduced her to many other products.

During this period, she kept a faint smile, but listened to me very attentively, and would ask a few questions from time to time.

I didn’t ask who she was, nor who were the guests below who didn’t look like living people at all.

Of course I can tell, because the clothes these people are wearing are all sold in my white shop.

If I hadn't had a precognitive dream, I might just think it was a weird coincidence, but now I don't think so.

The precognitive dream has explained everything, and what I want to do now is not to find out their true identity. After all, I don't think they had any malicious intentions.

I vaguely feel that this has something to do with my ancestors. After all, this woman may be the closest person to me in the world.

Time passed little by little, and I chatted slowly with this "mysterious woman". Starting from the product introduction, I talked to her about my current situation. But when it came to talking about things about me, she stopped interrupting.

Only an occasional smile was considered a response. The rest of the time, she just lowered her eyes and listened, looking thoughtful.

And the purpose of me saying this is nothing else. I just want to find someone to talk to.

To take a step back, even if this woman is really my mother, she is already a dead person. Before, I deliberately looked at her in a mirror, but there was no shadow.

I used a bronze mirror. It is said that a bronze mirror cannot illuminate anything other than a person.

Unknowingly, time passed quickly, and I didn't realize how long I had been with her, but the woman suddenly told me that it was time to leave.

"Why do you come here, are you worried about me?"

When she was about to leave, I gritted my teeth and chose to ask after hesitation.

The woman's figure slowly stopped, but did not turn around. She just stood there quietly holding a parasol.

"How about...take me away."

I don’t know what I was thinking, but suddenly, I said this to her.

Is life tiring? Maybe, I think.

Sometimes I really think about whether to die, but this is not because living is tiring.

Just because, occasionally, I suddenly think that I no longer have any relatives in this world, and I am the only one left alone, and I feel very confused. Suddenly, I feel that I am the only one left in the world. Became a lonely ghost.

"I can't take you away."

After a long time, the woman said quietly.

"Why?"

"Live well, for yourself."

After that, the woman slowly turned her head and said to me, "As long as you live, happy things will always happen."

I didn't answer, I just watched the woman leave quietly and didn't chase after her.

When it got dark, I walked down from the second floor. By this time, the room was already empty. On the bar counter, there was a pile of paper money, lying there quietly.

Shaking my head, I put the money paper away, then took the key and locked the door, ready to go home.

After returning to my home, after dinner, I lay on the bed and quietly thought about what happened today.

Precognitive dreams, ancestors, and mother.

"...I hope I will have the opportunity to see you again in the future."

I don't know if what happened today has any profound significance, but I feel that I am in a good mood.

At least until now, I have finally met my mother - the woman who didn't even leave a photo of her children.