Proofread by Peter Gong

The screaming suddenly attracts the attention of that ghost. Standing up unsteadily, “she” seems to have no body with her loose robe floating in the air. “She” swings around to look for something and turns her head to Jin Dabao all of a sudden, floating towards him directly.

Helplessly, Jin Dabao watches the “ghost” floating towards him. Seeing the ghost is about to catch him, somehow Jin Dabao seems fixed to the ground. “Mom! She is my mom!” Jin Weiwei, hiding behind him deliberately, whispers to his back neck softly. “Weiwei’s mother. Calm...calm...calm down a little bit.” Says Jin Dabao with his body shivering unconsciously. However, this ghost doesn’t listen to his praying. Flying around Jin Dabao, she stops before him.

At that moment, Tao Xiaoqing begins to shout imitating the voice of the ghost, “Jin Dabao! Why you treat Jin Weiwei badly! I will kill you!” With such horrify images as the pale face, the bloody mouth, and the scary sounds of the ghost, Jin Dabao is driven to the limit of his endurance. Suddenly, he runs away, crying, “Aha!!!! Ghost!!!!!!!!” Falling down twice in succession, he is too scared to stop, stumbling out of the cemetery. “Ha ha ha ha!” The funny look of Jin Dabao makes Jin Weiwei and her two assistants laugh.

“Little Rich, your ghost is better than perfect! You should be the Oscar-winner for the Best Actor this year!” Jin Weiwei chuckles, laughing her belly off. Oscar-winner for the Best Actor? Little Rich has never heard of that award. Is it the special award in Xingtian Village? Thinking about that, he turns to Tao Xiaoqing, who flats his hands and tilts his head to one side, indicating that he knows nothing about that strange award. Jin Weiwei doesn’t know how to explain Oscar clearly. Therefore, she puts it in another way, saying, “I mean...em....you did a very good job! Perfect! Well... everything is done. The ghost play is over; Jin Dabao has already been scared away. Good! Let’s go home right now!” says Jin Weiwei. “What? A puddle of water there.” Raising his foot, Tao Xiaoqing finds himself standing in a puddle of water. “Urine.” Says Little Rich, holding his nose. “Urine?” Jin Weiwei goes blank and then realizes suddenly that it belongs to Jin Dabao. “Jin Dabao was scared to wet himself!” shouts Jin Weiwei. Little Rich nods and pulls Jin Weiwei away from this puddle of urine.

“Haha! I never thought that Jin Dabao is so cowardly that a fake ghost can scare him to wet himself!” says Jin Weiwei, clapping her hands, laughing. “I am so happy tonight!” Jin Weiwei and Tao Xiaoqing help Little Rich to take off his make-up and change his clothes near the river. When they return home, they find that Jin Dabao has already fallen asleep in the woodshed. “Look! I thought that the terrible shock would make him sleepless tonight, but now he sleeps like a log.” Says Jin Weiwei, standing at the door of the woodshed with Tao Xiaoqing.

Little Rich keeps silent, holding Jin Weiwei’s shoulder, intending to lead her to the bedroom to have a sleep. Unexpectedly, the moment they step out of the woodshed, a sleeping talking breaks the silence. “Weiwei’s mother. That’s all my fault...I’m sorry for you...Sorry for Weiwei...” Hearing her name, Jin Weiwei stops suddenly. She murmurs to Little Rich, “Wait. Just listen.” Little Rich agrees with nodding. Thus, they walk up to Jin Dabao slightly and squat beside him, listening to his dream talking carefully. “I shouldn’t have been greedy. I shouldn’t have taken Weiwei’s dowry...I will never treat her badly. Never...You just go...go to your own world...Never go back to scare me...Please....Please forgive me...Don’t haunt me....I promise...I will pray at your tomb...I will pray for your happy afterlife.”

Jin Weiwei’s dowry? Hearing that, Little Rich turns to Jin Weiwei immediately. He has never thought of that dowry thing. A simple wedding was all they had for their marriage. Jin Weiwei is also confused, because there’s nothing to be retrieved in the memory of the real Jin Weiwei. Then the lower voice of Jin Dabao makes his dream talking harder to be made out. Thus, Jin Weiwei and Tao Xiaoqing stand up and walk out of the woodshed slightly.

Returning to her room, Jin Weiwei feels too uneasy to sleep. “Jin Weiwei’s dowry” makes her itchy. She thinks, “If her mother really left her with a big sum of money, how could she know nothing about that? That’s incredible! But if it is really the truth, where is the dowry now? It seems that this sum of money has already been taken away by Jin Dabao, according to his dream talking. Has it been spent out?” Suddenly, Jin Weiwei sits up at that thought.

“Yes! I remember Jin Dabao would take Jin Weiwei to the Quan’an Temple near Xingtian Village to pray for blessing at her birthday. It seemed that every time when he went back from Quan’an temple, he would become rich and spend money at will for a while. The last time, on Jin Weiwei’s birthday last year, as usual, Jin Dabao took her to that temple. It is true that he returned back with a large sum of money from nowhere. After that, he eloped with Widow Chen and lived their happy life together.”

“Viewed this way, does my dowry have something to do with that large sum of money appearing out of nowhere? Why Jin Dabao becomes rich every time he comes back from that temple?” Jin Weiwei, tortured by her constant thinking, still fails to make the whole thing clear in her mind, because the related memories of the real Jin Weiwei is so limited and scarce. She thinks, “It turns out that the real Jin Weiwei is truly a simple-minded girl who does not care about money.”

Suddenly, the thought of money reminds Jin Weiwei of that bunch of copper coins hidden in the magic place. Thinking that the money would probably change into another thing, Jin Weiwei decides to take it out as soon as possible and guards it on her own. Then, Jin Weiwei turns over and sits up. The gate to that magic place opens up with the spell. She goes in directly. To her surprise, she finds an almost grown-up pomegranate tree standing near the gate. “What? Why there stands a pomegranate tree? I remember clearly that today when I went there to hide the money, there was nothing but some grass.” says Jin Weiwei.