Summary
Four years after I died, my tombstone started to tilt.
I sent several messages to Liang Luo in his dreams, telling him to come and fix it.
But he refused to show up.
In a fit of pique, I kept whimpering and complaining in his dreams about how miserable my life was in the afterlife.
Liang Luo frowned and snapped back at me, “Stop bothering me. I’m not going. I don’t have time.”
Then, late one night, Liang Luo showed up straight from work, carrying a shovel.
The young master, who had never done a day’s labor in his life, drove the shovel into the ground.
My tombstone… it completely toppled over…
Liang Luo dangled a cigarette from his lips and actually laughed. “Fuck, Zhou Qi, are you trying to pick a fight on purpose?”