Chapter 1471 Another Small Flower Basket
The girl sat in the passenger seat of the car with her head lowered. Her hair falling on her cheeks blocked the expression on her face.

The car started slowly.

The tomb ghost wondered, would the girl still call him that when they met next time?

It paused.

The girl raised her head and looked out the window.

The sudden movement caught the tomb ghost off guard.

Its heart skipped a beat.

Then, seeing the girl's disappointed look, it felt a little amused at its own nervousness.

How could a little human girl see it from such a long distance?

It watched the car go away.

For a moment the girl thrust her head upward and looked into the air.

But soon, the girl retracted her head.

It vaguely heard several familiar voices.

Fool.

Did you get scolded?

It couldn't help but curl its lips.

Even if it was a monster, it knew that the girl's action of sticking her head out was very dangerous.

……

The Grave Ghost returned to the cemetery.

The girl's mother's grave.

It took out a small basket of flowers from behind the tombstone.

This is hidden here on purpose.

If it is placed in front, it is a little worried that it may be taken away by others?

Moreover, there is already a small flower basket in front.

This is clearly a small flower basket given to it by the girl.

If it also puts this small flower basket in front of the tombstone, wouldn't people who see it think that the two small flower baskets belong to the owner of the tombstone?

That's not the case.

The tomb ghost thought a little awkwardly.

This little flower basket belongs to it.

The tomb does not belong to the owner.

……

After playing with the small flower basket for a while, the tomb ghost put the small flower basket back behind the tombstone.

When it was about to leave, it hesitated for a while and then squatted in front of the small flower basket again.

The dotted flowers in the small basket are very beautiful.

There is no sign of yellowing or wilting.

The tomb ghost was a little surprised.

Is this dried flower?

Although it doesn't have the freshness and liveliness of fresh flowers.

However, this lasting beauty also makes it happy.

It has picked beautiful flowers before.

It was such a beautiful flower when I first saw it, but not long after I picked it, such a beautiful flower began to become ugly.

The petals began to curl up.

There are also discordant colors in the snow-white color.

Not just white flowers, flowers of other colors are the same.

The beauty of picked flowers is short-lived.

Later it rarely picked flowers.

Unless you see something you particularly like.

……

It was spring again, and the girl and her family came again.

This time, the tomb ghost did not float to the girl's side, but just sat on the tombstone and looked at the girl.

After burning the incense, the girl looked up and saw its eyes curved into crescent shapes.

Her mouth was slightly open and there was no sound, but the tomb ghost knew that the girl was calling - Piao.

It laughed too.

……

Even though they didn't say a word, the tomb ghost was in a good mood.

This made it look forward to the next meeting.

It was obviously a little hesitant about whether to appear in front of the girl.

Finally, it came to the cemetery again.

……

This time, the tomb ghost followed the girl again.

I followed the girl all the way down the mountain.

But the girl still didn't notice it was following her.

I always feel a little embarrassed.

……

The cold winter is gradually fading away.

These days, the spring rain has been drizzling, and the air is filled with the fragrance of grass and the slight fishy smell of soil.

The tomb ghost sits on a tree next to the tombstone.

The intertwined branches and leaves block the falling rain, but occasionally some of the rain will slip through the net and drip onto it.

It was cool, which made it feel somewhat comfortable.

There was a faint noise coming from the foot of the mountain.

It knows that it is time to sweep the graves again.

Then the girl is coming too.

Realizing the hidden expectation in his heart, the tomb ghost's face froze.

It's just... After all, the girl gave it a gift that was so thoughtful, so it wouldn't be too indifferent, right?

It's rare to meet a human being who can see it and is not afraid of it.
This human also gave it a gift, and it was a little more enthusiastic in return.

Many thoughts flashed through the tomb ghost's mind in an instant.

Then, it felt its mood smoothened.

That's right.

That human should be thankful that she was the first human to give it a gift, otherwise, it would not come to this cemetery at this time every year to wait for her.

But isn't it a bit too aggressive?

Or wait until the girl calls it?

No.

The tomb ghost shook his head.

After what happened last time, the girl probably won’t call it out loud anymore.

Then it will be bullied by humans who can't see it.

Ah, really.

The tomb ghost was a little angry.

It’s fine if humans themselves can’t see it, but how do they know that others can’t see it?
It wished it could appear right under their noses and let those righteous humans know what the truth was.

Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

However, if we can't see it, then there is no point in its existence, right?
The tomb ghost felt that he had overused his brain.

It shook its head.

Why think about these things?
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The tomb ghost forgot what to say next.

It raised its eyes.

A group of humans walked towards it.

Then, it met a pair of big black eyes blinking at it.

There was an obvious smile and a hint of cunning in his eyes.

It laughed too.

Girl, here we are.

The girl comes to visit the graves with her family every year.

The tomb ghost and the girl just smiled at each other every time.

The tomb ghost watched the girl sweep the tomb quietly.

There is one more small flower basket in front of the tombstone.

The girl also made a small flower basket for it.

There are still dried baby's breath flowers inside.

Because of her mother, the girl’s favorite thing is baby’s breath.

Baby's breath in various colors.

This small flower basket is more exquisite than the first one I gave it.

Obviously, the girl's skills are improving.

They met once a year, and there was no more communication between the man and the demon.

However, the tacit understanding between them is slowly growing.

Over the years, they have become as close as old friends.

There is no need for too much language; often with just a glance or a gesture, they can understand each other's thoughts.

The tomb ghost thought that days like this would continue forever.

Until the girl left forever.

But, it was wrong.

It's tomb-sweeping time again, and it's sitting on the tombstone.

The drizzling rain swayed in the wind.

The green flames above its head surged and rose, completely unaffected by the rain.

It looked up at the sky.

The sky was a little gloomy.

There was a faint light coming through the thick clouds.

It knows.

When the rain stops, the sun will come out.

The tomb ghost was humming a tune that sounded like a song.

It was a tune it had learned from the birds that were always frightened and sent flying about by the noise it made.

Because I've heard it a lot.

After all, the sight of large flocks of birds scrambling to take to the sky is quite stunning.

It found it interesting, so it would always scare the group of birds intentionally or unintentionally.

For a while, it was so noisy that the birds in the nearby mountains and forests all hid away.

Or left.

The tomb ghost realized this belatedly and finally restrained his bad taste.

(End of this chapter)