I can’t have this sister anymore

a week ago.

The cold wind was whistling, the moon was like silver thread, and a street rat on the ground was gnawing at the smelly garbage. It raised its head alertly, and two people came over and ran away immediately.

The two people were so cold that they were shrinking their necks. They had just come back from the Internet cafe. They were talking and laughing, telling each other that the other person had just performed a crotch lift.

In the alley of the gloomy urban village, there were only two people talking.

Suddenly, as if from a far away place, a woman's voice came.

One of them turned around and looked around, feeling like someone was looking at him just now.

It was gloomy here, and at night, the cold wind blew the clothes hanging on the balcony of the old residential building and the locust tree, and suddenly a mouse ran over.

"Hey, did you hear that a woman is crying?"

"How can any woman cry? You stayed up all night...I seem to have heard it too."

The two of them were suspicious, always feeling that the cry was far away and now near, the moon was covered by clouds, and the only street light flickered on and off.

"I heard that someone died here..."

Looking back, I seemed to see a woman wearing a white skirt appearing under the locust tree.

Just one look at it, and I was so frightened that my heavenly spirit cap flew off.

"Then, what is that?"

"What the hell! Run, damn!"

The two men immediately fled in panic.

Only the flickering street lights and the locust leaves sounding like waves in the wind are left.

…

Growing up, Liu Xiaoxiao took him to so many haunted places that he could no longer count.

We visited hospitals, cemeteries, ancestral halls in the countryside, a haunted house where someone was hanged, and a hearse that had an accident. We also went to Nanshan Temple and Zixiao Palace, climbed over the wall to enter the school at night, went to the riverside where we heard people drowned, or

I heard about some spiritual summoning rituals, like some video tapes that cannot be watched, and I asked the pen fairy.

If it were in a horror movie, a girl like her who is not afraid of death will definitely lead to a lot of plots that kill everyone.

But two young girls and boys went to places where no one was around late at night, and the movie they played wasn't a horror movie, but ***** had watched it a few times.

The two little ones were only in the second grade. They squatted in the grass nearby for about ten minutes, carefully studying what the two people were doing. They were puzzled. Feng Wuli went back and told Wang Xilou that Wang Xilou had hurt him for the first time.

There are actually several times when it does.

Those things next to them asked what they were looking for. Feng Wuli complained in a low voice that they were looking for you. The wandering souls would be very surprised. Then they followed these two little guys.

I kept thinking about it.

It's just that Liu Xiaoxiao can't see or hear, she can only say brother, hurry up and catch up, I think this is it! Feng Wuli complains that he is sleepy, and she will pull his arm and act coquettishly.

Feng Wuli thought she liked these magical things, but later when she asked Bixian, Bixian, if my grandma was still there, he realized that this child had always remembered things when he was four years old.

in mind.

Just like this time, she heard some hearsay somewhere, saying that there is a lot of evil here recently.

But tonight, she suddenly said that she did not want ghosts to exist in the world.

Liu Xiao smiled and tightened her feathers. The little girl was as good as before, but she was still the same as before. She threw away the stick she picked up casually: "If there are no ghosts, where do you think we will go after we die?"

"How do I know."

The village in the city was full of migrant workers. Several drunken and lonely workers walked in front of them. They talked so loudly that a window upstairs was closed due to the noise.

When several workers saw Liu Xiaoxiao, a pretty girl with a plump face, they spoke a little softer and looked at each other in a manner that was not polite. Although they were probably just looking at each other, Liu Xiaoxiao still walked silently behind Feng Wuli: "Brother

, walk faster, it’s freezing cold.”

Knowing it was cold, I took him out at night.

The migrant workers stopped looking directly at the two of them. After passing by, they started talking loudly and boasting, and their qualities were completely ignored.

Feng Wuli was not at ease with this situation, otherwise he would not bother to pay attention to this person.

"Remember to treat me to milk tea."

"Please please please."

Liu Xiaoxiao pushed his shoulders from behind: "Are you taller again?"

Feng Wuli pondered: "Wear shoes about 1.8 meters tall."

"How much do you want to say?"

"...Dirty girl." Feng Wuli was pushed away. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Why don't you want ghosts to exist in the world?"

Liu Xiaoxiao was silent and looked at the half-dead street lamp.

"Now I don't know if those things really happened. When I was a child, I was very close to my grandma, but those memories are from the age of four or five. They are too fragmented. I only remember the day my grandma left. She seemed to follow me.

Speak."

Feng Wuli felt something pressing on her back, which should be the head of this beautiful girl. She thought very seriously and said seriously: "I said I didn't want grandma to leave, and then grandma told me that she was going to a very beautiful place.

It’s a far away place, but she will always look at me.”

"Grandma will always be by my side and watching me. I always remember this sentence at that time and still remember it to this day."

Feng Wuli couldn't see her face, and he couldn't know what she was thinking now. He put his pockets in his pockets and leaned back, letting the girl support him most of the weight. He looked at the sign in the alley to confirm the direction, the stone road.

Pieced together with the cement floor, there are loose black cables and tilted telephone poles. Looking up, you can see the deep dark blue sky that is lighter in color than the cables, high and far away.

There were only two footsteps in the alley.

Liu Xiaoxiao just put her head on Feng Wuli's back, looked at the concrete floor, and walked silently. She actually didn't know what she was thinking.

A little girl of several years old faced the death of a relative for the first time. She felt sad, incomprehensible, and at a loss. All she could do was cry.

She knew that whenever she cried, she could hear her grandma's voice.

Later, her grandma told her that she would always look at him and smile.

Will she keep looking at herself? But where is grandma? Where is she looking at Xiaoxiao?

At that time, Liu Xiaoxiao looked everywhere and searched everywhere, but she could not find her grandma who was hiding and watching her.

She just felt that her grandma was playing hide and seek with her, watching her from a place where she couldn't find her.

Once, in the middle class of kindergarten, a child snatched her cookie.

Liu Xiaoxiao wanted to cry, push this man down, go upstairs and ask Feng Wuli to beat him up.

But she thought that her grandma was watching her, and she couldn't be a bad child.

"Eat it all for you!" Liu Xiaoxiao said at that time.

She thought that grandma would be very happy when she saw it.

Later, every time she wanted to do something bad, she would think of it.

Grandma keeps looking at herself.

In the little girl's life growth path, in addition to an old street, a brother with a bad temper, a taciturn father, a mother who loves her, and a childhood sweetheart who is always confused but sometimes very reliable.

There is also a grandma who has been watching her from behind.

By the end, Liu Xiaoxiao could no longer remember what her grandma looked like, her voice, what kind of clothes she wore, and how her hair was combed.

She has forgotten all this.

The little girl turned around and seemed to see someone looking at her.

"Smile and smile very well today."

She didn't even know who she was talking to.

The two of them counted the house numbers and came to a house with a locust tree planted in front. The house here was very old, with large pieces of plaster falling off the walls, various optical fibers and wires in a mess, and the iron products that were visible were mostly rusty.

Spots.

A wild cat passed by the roadside, the north wind blew up the garbage on the roadside, and the leaves of the locust tree rustled.

Feng Wuli glanced at the woman sitting under the locust tree over there. She was wearing a white dress and holding her hands behind her back. She was about ten years old. The woman also looked at the man and woman she had never seen before. She always felt that she had just

The boy seemed to have seen him, but he quickly looked away again.

Then she heard the little girl muttering, "Is this place really haunted?" But looking at the spooky look, tsk tsk.

"Two boring young lovers."

She was alone under the tree in a daze. She didn't know why she was here, and she didn't know why she wasn't cold in the winter.

Looking at the two people over there, I don't know what they are discussing.

It seems to be saying that the neighborhood is haunted.

There is a mother and daughter tenants here, who have been renting here for more than ten years. The mother has worked hard to raise her daughter. The tutor is very strict. Although she hopes that her daughter will become a good girl, she is too kind to her daughter.
To be continued...