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This story is true because it happened to me.

I was born in C city, which is surrounded by two rivers, and I spend one-third of the year in fog. I work in a hotel by the river. You can see the river from the entrance of the hotel. This place has always been a treasure trove of feng shui. I worked there for four years and never showed up. However, too many things happened that day.

This is a very small hotel, with many guests coming from south to north. At the front desk of the hotel, we also help guests to store non-valuable items for free. Effectiveness is really only for people. The latest checkout time is noon 12. On that day, someone checked out on time at 12. I'm still thinking: this guest is really stingy and has left enough time. This man looks ordinary. What about you? I replied that he could, so he took out a cloth bag from the box. This is a rectangular box wrapped in yellow satin. I thought it was an antique, so I asked him, "Sir, you have checked out, and we no longer store valuables." He said softly, "You misunderstood. It's not expensive. I'll leave it for a while and come back after dinner." Since he said it was not expensive, I saved it for him. I brought it in. It's too heavy. It looks like it.

After a while, my colleague Z came to give me dinner. She saw something at my feet at a glance. "XX, what's that at your feet?"

I don't know. The guest just put it here. He said it was worthless, so I put it outside. "

"Did the guest say anything else?"

"Oh, he told me not to put it on the ground. I told him that we have a higher floor here, not the ground. "

"XX, what do you think this looks like?"

"I feel heavy, maybe it's a vase or something."

"XX, don't you feel like an urn?"

Ah, I took a deep breath and was cold all over. No wonder, he told me not to put it underground. I looked straight at Z, calmed down and said, "Don't scare me." I can't help looking at this baggage carefully. Just like our common urn, the rectangular water chestnut is wrapped in yellow cloth. Colleague Z has just arrived in C city in recent years and spent a lot of time in other places.

This box wrapped in yellow cloth is the strangest thing I have ever stored. At least psychologically acceptable. After all, it is in the daytime, and it is only a box. No one will die, but they just live in this small house. I have seen many relatives and friends lost, but I am still a little scared in the face of strangers. After all, this is a shadow in the hearts of China people.

I didn't realize it was very important to the people who came to store it.

For me, the experience it gave me next is also indelible.

Tell the truth. I was just shocked at that time, but I didn't take it to heart after all. I was surprised when we met at the hotel. At that time, I was young and didn't care about having lunch. When I came back, my colleague Z had already returned the box to the guests while I was away.

After dinner, I get off work at about one o'clock and three o'clock. At about two o'clock, my colleague H in my class called and said that I couldn't come home and asked me to go to work. I agreed without thinking. Everything in this world is predestined.

It has been raining since then. As long as it rains in autumn in C city, it must be foggy. So few guests come to the hotel, and the manager on duty has gone home to rest. Because I was a substitute, I discussed sleeping with my colleague G on duty that day.

When I told you, in fact, I stood in front of the podium where I stood, and I stood behind it. Because most girls in C City are petite, it happens that our manager is a tall girl of 1.70 meters. Thinking that we are all short, we added a wooden platform at our feet, which is about one centimeter high. We stand on it at work and sleep on it at night when no one comes.

I always wake up when I sleep, for fear that someone will see me badly. When I hear footsteps, I will get up and have a look. If the guests who come to check in are well received and have already checked in at the hotel, it will be better to confirm. But that night, I slept very confused, and I always felt that someone was next to me, and I was deliberately touching my hair. I thought it was my colleague g who slept next to me, so I didn't care much. Besides, she keeps touching me. Don't touch it.

At 5: 30 in the morning, two guests came to check out because they took an early flight. G and I woke up when they took the key from the counter. I felt very sleepy at that time, but I managed to get up. Because paying the guest's bill has something to do with money, I'm still awake. The guest finished it in five minutes, so all the formalities left. I don't think it's 6 o'clock yet, and it's appropriate to get up at 7 o'clock, so I fell down and went back to sleep.

Just then, I heard someone calling me. I couldn't hear what he was calling, but someone was there, so I stood up to see what it was. But I stood up and saw nothing. The door on the left is well closed and no one comes in or out. The two security guards sitting opposite me are dozing off, too. I think I heard wrong. So I'm going to sleep again I looked down and found a little boy at the main desk. He looked about five or six years old and was dressed in gray. I thought it was the child of a hotel guest, and I couldn't find the way back to my room. I was going to ask him which room he was in. Before I could speak, he looked up. It was a face that scared you. His face is gray and his eyes are black. When he looks up, his face gradually turns blue. Let the queen look me in the eye.

What kind of person is that? My first reaction: he is not human.

I screamed with fear.

I don't know anymore.

I think I fell asleep. Because my colleague g woke me up. And told me that the weather is fine today, but it's already 7 o'clock. The weather is fine, because the fog has stopped and there is soft sunshine in the morning. He also told me that I didn't sleep on a board one centimeter above the ground, but on the ground. I looked at the place where I should sleep and remembered what happened this morning. I quickly asked her and the security guard on duty if they had seen any children. But they all said that there was no one except the guests who checked out at 5: 30 in the morning. I asked them if they had heard anything, and they all said no.

I'm afraid to think of that child. However, it suddenly occurred to me that the place where I slept last night was where I put the urn at noon. My heart really belongs to Mao Mao. …

Until now, if I see a child in a hotel, I always think of the gray child. It's always scary.

There is nothing to explain. This is the truth of most things in the world. In fact, every cause has its consequences.

During that time, I always felt that he was by my side until winter.

I think that child has been following me.

Actually, it's only one month from autumn to winter in C city. The symbol of winter is wintersweet. Chimonanthus praecox is sold all over the street. The whole city smells of Chimonanthus praecox.

This month, I have been uneasy, and my aunt next door saw it. Just ask me if I want to go to the temple with her tomorrow. I think I will go with her tomorrow. This temple was built out of thin air. Built halfway up the mountain, there were no temples or Taoist priests before. Later, a farmer on the mountain said that she had opened her eyes and could show the way to the world. So I opened a hole halfway up the mountain. Which cave I sit in every day, telling people fortune and putting my money in the merit box. Gradually, when there was more money, a decent temple was built, and the steps of Panshan Mountain were built to let believers walk up from the river.

I went to this temple with my aunt next door, and just walked halfway up the mountain from the river, I was half tired. Aunt was weak and didn't go long, so she let me go up the mountain alone and said to have a rest before leaving. Only when I got to the door did I see a rural woman in her forties coming out of the gate. Look at me carefully and say, "Little sister, something happened to you."

I said, "Yes, climb up. So tired. "

She said, "You know. That's not what I meant. He has been following you. "

I said in surprise, "I don't understand what you said." Aunt next door is still at the bottom. She will come up soon. "

"Oh. Did anything strange happen to you? Tell me about it. "

"It's a bit strange. One day, I left an urn for a guest, and I always felt as if someone was following me these two days. Very guilty. " So, I told her all about my experience a month ago.

After listening, she said, "You shouldn't put it on the ground. You put it on the ground, and he thinks that when he gets there, he will come out on his own, knowing that it is not the place where he should stay, and he can't find the way back. I have to follow you. " I was shocked to hear that. Ask her how she can let him leave me.

She went on to say, "In my opinion, he is just a child. He just gave you a fright that day. It won't hurt you. You were good to him, too. I'll buy you a pot of flowers in the backyard. You can take it back and put it where you put the urn. He should pay and won't follow you. His relatives will come to meet him. "

After that, the aunt next door came. So the three of us went in together. When I left, rural women gave flowers to the Buddha statue, of course, plastic flowers to me. I thanked him and left.

The next day at work, I put the flowers at my feet, where I put the urn last time. I feel much better. I also told my colleagues not to touch this potted flower, and if they came to get it, they would give it to others. Everything the rural woman said is accurate. She untied my heart and took the child home.

Later, someone really came to get this pot of flowers, and he admitted that it was the urn he left last time. The box contains his nephew's ashes. I didn't want to be too ostentatious, and I didn't want to scare us. I'm afraid we won't save it for him, and he didn't say it was an urn. He added that his nephew was also poor and his parents died when he was three years old. The man felt sorry for him, so he took him to live in other places. I know my nephew died of illness half a month ago. Because he was only five years old, he couldn't bear to leave him outside, so he wanted to bring his ashes back and bury them with his parents. I came home. When preparing for burial, Mr. Feng Shui saw your nephew's ashes come back, but his soul didn't, so he thought of stopping here and putting down the box. That Mr. Feng Shui suggested asking him to look here.