C22 Nankou's dream

In the middle of the grave stood a figure with unbound hair and a pale face. It was smeared with a thick layer of makeup, blush, and lipstick.

I still remember, this look was exactly the same as when Aunt Zhang died, like a paper man.

"Aunt Zhang? Aunt Zhang? Is that you? "

In my dream, I felt like I was back in my childhood. My voice was young and tender, and I was muttering noisily