My name is Vuong Giai Linh, born on July 15th of the lunar calendar, and in a few days, I will be 19 years old. I've already kissed more than 15 boyfriends, but I've never succeeded. My parents decided to let me get married before the age of 20, no matter how much it costs. I don't hate getting married, but my parents are superstitious. When I was an angstrom child, I heard that my future was to be a fiancée of evil, and if I hadn't got married a man with a strong destiny before the age of 20, then my life would be bound by evil. But the road to find my husband is too bumpy. The boyfriend's family didn't get hit by a car on the way here. Even the person who just agreed to meet me a few days ago, something bad happened today. The villagers all said because I was born with a destiny, anyone who would marry me wouldn't live long, eight or nine villages around me had no sons to be close to me, and even the best wives in the village saw my parents wandering around. The day I turned 20 was not far away, and the corners of my mouth were in a hurry.

The moment the men avoided me as if avoiding evil spirits, the situation suddenly changed. The village next door has a matchmaker who told my parents that there are people who can't get a wife forever, so he's willing to go on a blind date with me. My parents told me to get ready, and in a few days, I'll be back home to meet them. On the 11th, I applied for a long vacation, took a car from school, went home, and it was late at night when there were no people on the road, and I could hear the sound of a Soviet trumpet for the dead.

I was wondering if someone was dead in my village, and suddenly I felt like someone was patting me on the shoulder, and I looked back in panic, and there was no shadow behind me. A cold wind suddenly blew, and I couldn't hold back my shudder, and I thought it was just an illusion, so I kept moving forward. It hasn't been long since I took a step, and I feel like someone is patting me on the shoulder. I deliberately stopped, determined that someone was patting me on the shoulder. As soon as I stopped, the other person hit me harder on the shoulder, and I heard the sound of the cold wind blowing, and I don't think there was a sound, and this situation was unusual. I suddenly remembered when I was a child, and I said, “You have to be careful, careful, and you have to hear who calls three times to turn your head.” If you don't turn around, you'll be teased by ghosts. But I just turned around. Thinking of this, I got goosebumps, and the other person patted me on the shoulder even more and blew a cold breath into my ear. I couldn't turn my head, and I ran for my life, but after a few steps, I heard a voice behind me saying:

“Giai Linh, you're going to run. What's the point of that? I called and you didn't, sir.”

Listening to this familiar voice, I thought it was Vuong Yen Giang's voice, and I looked back, and it was her. I was happy to say:

“It's you.”

I don't think she noticed because she was just joking around with me.

Vuong Yen Giang stood there motionless, waving at me, signaling me to go over there. I went next to her and found her pale, slightly swollen, and ill:

“Are you uncomfortable?"

Hearing me say that, Vuong Yen Giang immediately reached out to his face, but didn't answer my question and said: "I'm fine, you don't stay home too long, you'll have to go back to school in a couple of days."

"Why?" I was puzzled.

Vuong Yen Giang bowed her head without saying a word, and after half a day, she picked up a small shell from her pocket, and I remember it as her favorite shell, which was her mother's gift before she died.

"Hey, let's keep it as a souvenir." Vuong Yen Giang said with tears.

I was stunned, I couldn't even ask her why, why, why, the cold wind blew, and there was fog around, waiting for me to see everything, and there was no Vuong Yen Giang in front of me. I called for two hours, and no one answered, but I had to put the shells in my bag and go home. As soon as I got home, I took out my bag and heard the sound of the Soviet trumpet from the Vuong Yen Giang house next door. It reminds me of Vuong Yen Giang's unusual behavior today.

I said to my father: "No wonder when I came back, Vuong Yen Giang kept crying, when did Mrs. Tran die?"

Mrs. Tran is the grandmother of Vuong Yen Giang, two grandchildren who depend on each other, and now Mrs. Tran is dead, leaving Vuong Yen Giang alone, no wonder she was crying like that just now.

Clap. The plate in my mother's hand broke: "What are you talking about? Did you meet Vuong Yen Giang when you got here?"

She looked at me with astonishment.

Seeing my mother's reaction so loud, my father looked at me in a little panic, and I didn't understand anything and asked back: "Well, how did you do that?"

My parents glanced at each other, and for a moment, no one said a word. Finally, my father quietly said: "Vuong Yen Giang died last night, the funeral next door was for her."

This time it's my turn to be surprised, looking at my parents' serious looks, I know they don't usually joke around, how can this be a joke? I was naive for a moment, holding back tears, and asked in a low voice: "Why did Yen Giang die suddenly?"