Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

The deep-space black fog that shrouded the world lingered for a long time, and continued to surge and churn wildly.

Then, a crisp sound rang out.

In an instant.

A black and white world emerges from the deep space fog.

The scene depicts Shenzhen in 1996.

The old streets and alleys still hold the lingering warmth of the 1990s.

The bluestone pavement of the street was warm from the sun, and a three-year-old girl was squatting obediently on the street corner, clutching a brand-new coin in her hand.

It was an ordinary one-yuan coin. Sunlight fell on its shiny surface, reflecting a small patch of dazzling light.

The girl really liked the coin.

On the day she was born, she didn't touch any of the other items on the table, but she firmly grasped this coin.

Her father was very happy at the time, saying that this child would surely have a life of plenty and wealth in the future.

From then on, she developed a particular fondness for this cold, metallic coin.

The little girl gently tossed the coin into the air, watching it flip and fall, then catch it again, over and over, enjoying herself immensely.

"Front side, back side."

Every time she received a coin, her eyes would light up with curiosity as she quietly calculated its value.

She tossed the coin up again and again.

It was thrown higher and higher, spinning faster and faster, the silver light flashing repeatedly in the black and white light and shadow.

Another full-force toss, and the coin soars high into the air.

The girl quickly reached out to take it, but her hand was too small, and the coin slipped from her fingertips.

Ding ding ding—

The crisp rolling sound was particularly clear in the quiet alley.

The coin rolled along the uneven cobblestones, bumping and tumbling, until it disappeared completely into the depths of the alley.

The girl panicked and immediately got up to chase after him.

She bent down and carefully searched through corners, brick crevices, and piles of debris, her small figure moving back and forth in the alley.

But that brand-new coin vanished as if it had evaporated into thin air.

She pouted, her eyes slightly red.

She searched for a very long time, but still couldn't find her own coin.

In the end, all she could do was clench her empty palms, her nose red, and turn away dejectedly.

But what she didn't know was that the coin she longed for hadn't disappeared.

It was perched perfectly upright between the cracks in the bluestone slab, and was quietly covered by scattered withered leaves and fine dust.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter come and go, and the years flow by in the human world.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already 1998.

Old streets and alleys are undergoing renovation.

The roar of machinery broke the tranquility of the old street as workers pried open the cobblestones that had been laid for decades, preparing to install brand-new drainage pipes.

A sharp-eyed worker spotted the coin standing quietly deep in the crevice of the rock.

He bent down to pick it up, wiped it on his clothes, and whistled a cheerful tune: "Hey, a dollar, not bad luck today."

After get off work, he bought a pack of cigarettes at a roadside tobacco shop and spent the coin.

From then on, this coin fell into the torrent of worldly affairs, beginning its long journey through human life.

It weaves through market stalls and street shops, passing through the palms and fingertips of countless strangers.

The weathered, calloused hands gripped it tightly.

The clean, clear, and tender fingertips of a young boy lightly touched it.

It was briefly possessed by hurried travelers.

The laid-back stall owner had unintentionally forgotten about it.

It has seen the dawn light at the early morning market.

I heard the vendors' shouts rising and falling.

Endure the hustle and bustle of the night market as dusk falls.

I have witnessed the warmth and ordinariness of everyday life.

Day after day, year after year.

It was no longer brand new, and the patterns on the coin became increasingly blurry.

But it continues to circulate.

From night markets to supermarkets, from supermarkets to street vendors, from street vendors to passersby.

From this city to the next, and from the next city to the city after that.

But nobody would give it a second glance.

It's just a coin, worthless and nothing special.

But it has traveled to more places than any human being.

Having witnessed all walks of life, heard countless whispers in the marketplace, and experienced the trials and tribulations of life.

Time flies, and it's now 2003.

Jintai Residential Area, Ninghai City.

That afternoon, the wind was gentle and the sun was warm.

A gentle middle-aged woman carrying a shopping basket strolled slowly along the path in the residential area.

As I bent down and took a step, a faint metallic glint flashed past from deep within the grass.

She stopped, bent down, brushed aside the weeds, wiped away the dirt, and found it was an ordinary old one-yuan coin.

The woman chuckled softly, "Finding a coin is a good omen."

But when she looked up again and saw the children playing in the neighborhood, her eyes dimmed and she felt regret.

She somewhat regretted her promise to her husband to remain childless when she was young.

If she and her husband had had a child back then.

Judging by the time, that child should be seventeen or eighteen years old by now.

That was the prime of life.

A touch of regret and a hint of melancholy quietly crept into my heart.

Stability is not the destiny of this coin.

A few days later, the woman went out to buy everyday necessities and casually spent the old coin she had found.

The coin continues its wandering.

It doesn't know what the future holds; it simply drifts silently through the world of fireworks.

Because it was just a coin, a coin that a girl lost in 1996.

To the world, it is just an ordinary coin that can be found anywhere.

But for that little girl, it was her favorite memory from when she was three years old.

I wonder if I'll ever see her again.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's 2009.

Outside the delivery room of Pingjiang People's Hospital, there was a lot of noise and the strong smell of disinfectant permeated the air.

This coin, which had been passed around for many years, lay quietly in the cold corner of the delivery room.

No one knows when it fell here; perhaps it was accidentally slipped by a medical worker in a hurry.

In short, it just lay there quietly, silently witnessing a new life.

Inside the delivery room, the doctor's calm voice echoed repeatedly: "Take a deep breath, relax, and push a little harder."

After several struggles...

The nurse, holding the crumpled little baby in her swaddling clothes, smiled and said, "It's a boy."

But the boy kept his eyes tightly closed, neither crying nor making a fuss.

Until the nurse patted his bottom with her palm.

Finally, a loud cry rang out in the delivery room.

The coin in the corner trembled slightly, as if startled by the cry.

The cool metal surface faintly reflected the outline of the new, tiny life in the swaddling clothes.

The nurse gently placed the baby beside the mother and softly asked, "Have you chosen a name yet?"

The new mother nodded weakly, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"It was picked up a long time ago."

"His name is Su Ming, Su as in 'awakening' and Ming as 'a name that makes a name for itself'."

Time continues to march forward relentlessly.

After witnessing Su Ming's birth, the coin left the hospital again, falling back into the long river of worldly affairs, continuing its endless wandering.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it is now 2019.

Ten-year-old Su Ming, carrying his schoolbag, walked home from school with a few friends.

"Su Ming, want to go to the arcade for a bit later?"

Just as Su Ming was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a coin lying on the ground.

He quickly bent down and picked it up.

It was a very old coin, covered in scratches and rust.

His companions crowded around, curiously examining him.

"It's a one-yuan coin, and it's so old."

"I just don't know if I can still spend the money."

Su Ming wiped the coin clean: "Why don't we try it and see?"

He jogged into the shop across the street, his voice tinged with trepidation: "Boss, I'd like a lollipop."

He handed over the coins.

The shopkeeper took the coins, glanced at them casually, and then tossed them into the coin box.

Su Ming got the lollipop he wanted and turned to leave happily.

The moment he stepped out of the store, he brushed past a middle-aged couple.

The middle-aged man beside her subconsciously turned around, his brows furrowing slightly. A sense of melancholy welled up in his heart, and he felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

His wife nudged him gently and asked, "What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man shook his head; he also found it somewhat strange.

I have a feeling that the boy made him a little sad.

"It's nothing, I'm probably just tired from working too much overtime lately."

After a moment, he asked, "If we had a child, wouldn't they be this big by now?"

His wife said with a smile, but her tone held a hint of regret: "It should be much bigger."

"They might be almost twenty, maybe even married by now."

A deep sense of guilt welled up in the man's eyes.

It's not that they chose to be childless; it's his own problem.

But his wife never uttered a single complaint, always staying by his side, tenderly supporting him.

He often fantasized about what it would be like if they had a child…

The man bought a pack of cigarettes, and the shopkeeper casually gave him the change in an old coin.

Time flies, and we arrive at 2020.

A 24-year-old woman takes the change handed to her by the supermarket cashier.

She stared at the old coin lying quietly in her hand.

Although it was wiped very clean, it was covered in scratches, a testament to the passage of time.

She stared blankly at the coin in her hand, her fingertips unconsciously stroking its surface.

Memories buried for twenty years suddenly resurfaced.

She recalled a three-year-old girl in a deep alley in 1996, frantically chasing after a rolling coin.

I couldn't help but shake my head and smile.

There are countless coins in the world, and they are all remarkably similar.

Just take it as an illusion.

She then casually put the coins into her pocket.

The moment the coin went into his pocket, the black and white world shattered.

The coin seemed to have found its way back to the beginning, ending its drift.

In the next instant, a flood of colors returned, the mountains and rivers were restored to light, the world was warmed again, and all things in the world became vibrant and alive once more.

The woman, carrying her purchases, dialed the phone: "Niannian, have you missed me?"

"I bought you lots of delicious food, I'll come find you in a bit."