Chapter 80: 80: Ten Years of Cause and Effect (3)

Seeing Zhang Yan looking at herself with a puzzled face, Ning Huanxin smiled slightly: "I found someone to borrow the key and came in. Your room is so beautiful."
"Yes, is it?"
Zhang Yan's eyes flickered when she heard Ning Huanxin's words, as if a little embarrassed.
"In fact, this room has been like this since I can remember it. I think it's very kind. This may be my previous 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."
The past is blank and the future is elusive, but I am just a ray of soul, a ray of soul that can never get out of a small room, and cannot communicate with anyone for ten years. This feeling is really uncomfortable.
"You have come here for the past ten years?" Ning Huanxin couldn't help but asked distressedly.
"Yes, but..." Zhang Yan paused: "The hotel was connected to the Internet last year. I accidentally discovered that I could connect to the WeChat network of the prefecture through this network. Later, I joined the WeChat group to chat with everyone, but Everyone has their own place and name, only I have no name until you come here..."
Just because she lives next door to Ning Huanxin and can still chat with her, Zhang Yan changed her nickname to the female ghost next door.
Hearing her words, Ning Huan froze for a moment. She still clearly remembers the first time she joined the WeChat group and chatted with the female ghost next door. At that time, Zhang Yan was very happy and afraid that she would ignore it. she was.
She was really lonely for a long time, for a long time.
"Actually, I know you."
Ning Huanxin bit her lip lightly and walked to the bookshelf. His slender hands passed over the rows of books, and finally stopped on a book.
It is the collection of poems, the collection of poems that Qin Su gave to Zhang Yan back then
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable.
Thousands of miles of lonely graves, where are the words bleak.
"Do you often read this collection of poems?" Ning Huanxin found that this collection of poems was the easiest place to pick it up as before.
"Yeah, I like it very much, but I want to cry every time I see it. I don't know what's wrong with me. Does the ghost feel sad too?"
Ghost tears weeping blood, if it's not really sad and sad, many ghosts can't shed tears.
"Let me tell you a story."
Ning Huanxin sat aside and slowly stated the story ten years ago.
Zhang Yan is different from Li Yan. She is a simple girl, and she has no sins in her body, but because of the changes in the past, she has lost her memory. She can't think of herself, but she is partial to the Yang world with infinite care and obsession. .
When Ning Huanxin slowly told the whole story, Zhang Yan's eyes kept changing. When she was listening to the story, her whole heart was floating and sinking.
At the end of hearing, Zhang Yan looked at Ning Huanxin nervously: "What happened later? Then Qin Su, how was Qin Su?"
This name made Zhang Yan feel familiar and excited.
"He is a monk."
Ning Huanxin whispered faintly: "Actually, he didn't deliberately deceive Zhang Yan. I believe that he is sincere to her. Unfortunately, it is a pity that there are too many mistakes in this world. Involuntarily, not all lovers can finally become married."
Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan was quiet for a moment: "Actually, Zhang Yan...is my name?"
"Yes, you are Zhang Yan."