The baby is getting older and I am considering weaning. [,ka~/But the baby follows me all day long and I can’t wean off the baby. My mother also hates seeing her baby cry. After leaving her there for a long time, she called me and asked me to breastfeed.

I lost it twice and it still didn't break. So when my cousin called me and asked me to do a favor, I agreed.

My cousin said that they took over a business in city D. It was a six-year-old girl who was fascinated by a ghost and wanted a mother to communicate with her. The aunts in my hometown couldn't speak Mandarin, and the family spoke Mandarin.

, and found me.

The cousin also said that this business was transferred to them by Uncle Li. It could be regarded as a reconciliation after the last dispute between the two families. Uncle Li also wanted to prove that he was not the secret person.

City D is not far away. I sent my baby and aunt to my mother's place and I drove there. It was my first time driving on the highway. Thanks to the radar, I didn't get lost. I really couldn't understand the signs on the highway.

It only took three hours to get to City D. When I got off the expressway toll station, I saw my cousin picking me up there. In the car, he told me what happened this time.

As a family, my mother just died about a month ago. From the seventh day after her death, the child stopped talking to anyone.

"Autistic." I said.

The cousin said: "Autism is fine. Her mother came back to find her, so that the child was completely immersed in her mother's world and could not perceive it at all. She could not hear people talking to her.

It's like the usual ghost covering her eyes and ghost covering her ears. What's difficult is that it's her mother. This kind of mother protecting her baby is the most difficult to deal with. She doesn't have any resentment, it's all about her daughter's persistence.

She, she will become a bad person. I can only persuade her to leave this world by herself. But the world between the child and the mother has been closed, and outsiders cannot enter. My dad said, use the red thread to lure the mother away, and then let you act

Let my mother watch the scene, and if she is convinced, she will leave on her own."

"Then what if I can't be convinced?"

"Then...that..." The cousin hesitated for a moment and said nothing.

I have to admire their bravery, or their trust in my persuasion ability. Even if my cousin didn’t say it, I would know it. If it doesn’t work, and my mother turns violent, I will be fine, but they will be doomed. 2.

I really can’t compliment you on my uncle’s abilities.

When we arrived at the family's house, it was a three-story building in a hidden alley. When the car drove in, you didn't feel that this was an urban area at all. It was just like an ordinary town.

At the door of the house, a little girl of five or six years old was sitting on the ground, holding a rice bowl in her hand, eating silently. The second uncle and the grandfather of the family were talking in the living room.

After getting out of the car, my cousin told me that it was that child. My cousin said in my ear: "That's her. She can't hear us talking now, but her mother who is hiding on her can. If you hit her, she will

It won't hurt, but her mother will kill you."

"It's not dangerous."

"As long as you treat the little girl well, there is no danger."

I walked towards the girl, knelt down and whispered, "Little sister, what are you eating?"

The little girl didn't react at all and didn't even look at me. With her big black and white eyes, I really couldn't see anything wrong. I raised my hand and wanted to pat her shoulder, but my hand froze.

If I didn't know what was going on, maybe I would do it without hesitation. But now, I really hesitated, because I knew that her mother's persistence was in her body. But I still patted it gently.

Go on. After all, she is just a child. If she stays with her mother like this, she won't live long. A year or two, who knows?

I patted her gently: "Little sister, what's your name?" The girl still didn't respond at all. After eating, she stood up, put the bowl back home, and sat in front of the TV to watch TV.

No words were spoken.

My cousin said, "That's it. I can eat and bathe by myself, watch cartoons during the day, and play with shadows at night."

When we walked into the house, my second uncle introduced me to others. He must have spoken in Hakka, but I couldn’t understand it, so I kept looking at the little girl.

I have studied child development psychology, and I estimate that such a case can be explained scientifically, that is, autism. I don’t know how many children in the world have been obsessed with ghosts. Without help, they have lived in two people’s worlds all their lives.

Here.

I remember there was a foreign painter, I forgot who he was. He was also diagnosed with autism since he was a child. He had been painting alone, every day. Later, after he died, his paintings became famous. He painted

It is defined as abstract painting, and some people say that what he painted was hell. Now that I think about it, maybe he is just like this little girl.

It was getting dark, and after eating the sumptuous dinner prepared by the host, my second uncle began to give instructions.

The second uncle took out a ball of red thread and called my cousin and I to the gate. He pointed at the little girl who was finishing next to my car and said, "Look at her shadow."

My car was parked under the streetlight over there, on the side. The alley was very messy and there were no parking lines. The child seemed to be squatting on the ground and he didn't know what he was playing with. The streetlight was right above her head, but her shadow was

But it is over one meter long. There is definitely something wrong.

The second uncle said: "Situations like this are called shadow ghosts. She is just following the child to protect the child. After a while, my brother and I pulled the red string and walked towards my sister. Every step we took, we called out "Qin Yuan" (the mother's name).

, feel the red thread on your hand. If she catches up, don't let go. If you feel she is behind you, use the red thread to quickly catch her. Jin Jin goes to play with her sister, just like acting, and tells her mother something

If she can leave with peace of mind. If the red thread is loose, it means her mother is gone. If the red thread is stretched too much, it means her mother doesn't want to leave. When the time comes, Jinzi, you can take the child away."

I nodded. But my cousin said, "Dad, I don't, I don't dare."

The second uncle yelled, "I've done it so many times and I still don't dare."

"It's different. If she leaves with me and my sister refuses to accept it, and she turns violent, I will be the first to suffer."

I interjected: "Write a talisman and wear it with you?"

The second uncle's face darkened, and my cousin smiled and said in my ear: "My dad doesn't know how."

Later I found out that my second uncle didn't learn how to draw talismans, but my grandfather was pretty good at it. My grandfather also taught my cousin how to draw talisman. He had tried to draw it himself, but he had never tried it. I didn't know whether it was a piece of waste paper or a magic talisman.

They started to walk towards the little girl, and drew a red line beside the little girl. The second uncle took a step to the left, and called out "Tin Yuan". Then the cousin took a step to the right, and called out "Tin Yuan". Then the second uncle took a step to the right, and called out "Tin Yuan".

, the second uncle took a step forward and called out, and the cousin took a step forward and called out.

Step by step, the two distanced themselves. Gradually, I was trembling when I heard my cousin’s voice. A pressing point appeared on the red line, like a transparent ball moving forward on the red rope.

Go away. Fortunately, you are going to the second uncle's side, so the safety factor is much higher.

When the point was close to the second uncle's back, the second uncle suddenly made a backhand and blocked the point with the red thread.

I quickly stepped forward, squatted in front of my little sister and said, "Sister."

As soon as I called her, she started crying and shouted: "Mom, where is my mother? Mom... wu wu..."

"Sister, if you don't cry, your mother has gone far away. If you cry, she will be very sad."

"Mommy mommy……"

I continued: "Sister, mom is busy and can't come back to see you, but you still have grandparents and dad who love you. They will still love you and let you grow up well. If mom keeps guarding

If you are around you, you will get sick. In fact, what my mother hopes most is that you can grow up well. Be strong. Only if you grow up well will your mother be happy."

But the child still cried. I knew that my words were not meant for the child, but for the mother beside my second uncle.

I kept looking at the sister lovingly, and from the corner of my eye, I also looked at my second uncle. The red thread was pulled tightly by the two of them, and there was no fluctuation, but there was no sign of relaxation. The lines I just thought about

It's all finished. I didn't know what to say for a moment. "Uh, little sister, let's go. Auntie will take you to meet your father and grandparents." After saying that, I took the little girl's hand and walked towards home.

go.
Chapter completed!