As soon as I sat up, Xiao Yu rushed into the bedroom, holding a basin of cold water in his hand, pretending to pour it on me.

"Wait a minute..." I quickly stopped: "I'm just too sleepy and slept too long. Are you going to be tortured?"

Xiaoyu burst out crying. She carefully put the basin of water aside, threw herself on the bed, hugged me and started crying.

"What's wrong?" I stretched my short arms to Xiao Yu's back, gently patted and comforted her, and said, "Don't cry. Just say what you have to say. Crying can't solve any problems."

Xiaoyu sniffed and said with red eyes: "It's already twelve o'clock, but mom hasn't come back yet. She doesn't usually act like this. Something must have happened. It must be... Wuwu... Ningning, please accompany me out.

Find mom, okay?"

Maybe it was the mother-daughter connection. Xiaoyu cried so hard that she couldn't help herself. She sobbed and asked me to accompany her to find her mother. Then I really went crazy with her the whole night.

Xiaoyu didn't sleep until dawn. Because there were many villagers missing at the same time that day, the higher-ups quickly sent people to deal with them. Of course, those people were chosen by the dead old man.

After they learned the location from me, they took a large group of people to search the mountain. Soon, they found the bodies of a number of villagers in the inconspicuous cave. The official explanation was that they were poisoned by unknown gas.

In this way, Xiaoyu became a motherless child. When Xiaoyu's father got the news, he hurried back from where he was working to take care of the child and take care of the funeral arrangements for Qian Qingqiao.

However, the villagers' bodies were demonized and shriveled up after my purification. The identification was only confirmed by forensic DNA analysis.

These days, I have been staying with the silent Xiaoyu. Every night, she would move a small bench and sit at the door of her house, looking dreamily at the distance like a black curtain, as if she could not wait long before her mother would laugh.

He walked over from the other side, nodding her nose and teasing her: You are so old, but you still can't live without your mother? After a while, you can't wait any longer, and you have to come to the door to watch?

Unfortunately, she was destined not to wait.

Xiaoyu's father is a man of few words. He has been silent since he saw Qian Qingqiao's body. He was not as grief-stricken as other villagers, nor did he shed tears.

But he would help her dress up very carefully, even if her withered face could no longer be put on good-looking makeup.

Since Xiaoyu's father is away from home all the time, the father and daughter are very familiar with each other. Xiaoyu and her father have not yet become close to me, so Xiaoyu's father can only helplessly ask me to spend more time with Xiaoyu.

I still remember the night when Qian Qingqiao returned to her soul. Under the dim candlelight, the light rain was pouring and she was burning paper money. Qian Qingqiao stood on the coffin lid helplessly. Without the intrusion of the evil spirit, she returned to her original self.

Delicate appearance.

"Mom?" Xiaoyu suddenly raised her head and looked at the coffin board: "Mom!"

I:"……!"

"Do you know why Xiaoyu is so lively and cute, but she can't make friends?" Qian Qingqiao said to me with a slight smile: "Because...she can see ghosts."

I:"……"

"Mom, who are you talking to?" Xiaoyu wanted to climb up the coffin and throw herself into Gan Qingqiao's arms, but I pulled her back. She looked at me strangely: "Can Ningning also see ghosts?

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"It turns out that we are the same kind of people. No wonder I wanted to be friends with you as soon as I saw you. No wonder we became good friends. It turns out... Ning Ning, you saw my mother, right?"

I nodded: "I saw it."
Chapter completed!