Fanfan is really good at climbing trees. He stretched his legs and kicked up, causing a group of children to shout, "Sister, you are so good. Come on, sister."
Tang Muchen looked at her with a faint smile. When she asked him if he could stay here, he smiled and said, "It's up to you."
Fanfan hung the red ribbon on the branch of the tree. When he was about to go down, he suddenly paused and his face froze for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Muchen looked at her and asked.
Fanfan blinked her eyes, and the face that flashed by her just now was gone, but she was sure she saw it right.
Feeling slightly depressed, she jumped down and even sprained herself because she wasn't paying attention.
Tang Muchen stretched out his hand to support her: "What did you see?"
He just saw her staring at something, but he didn't see what she saw.
Fanfan whispered to him: "I saw a little ghost."
"Kid?"
Tang Muchen pointed at the group of children: "You're not such a brat, are you?"
Fanfan shook his head: "Ghost."
"You dare to come out in broad daylight?"
Tang Muchen asked.
"He didn't dare to come out. He was probably clinging to the tree and deliberately dangled in front of me."
Fanfan said.
"Why do I have to show my face in front of you?"
Tang Muchen asked.
Fanfan said: "Generally ghosts don't dare to show their faces in front of us, unless there are two situations: one is looking for trouble, and the other is looking for help."
"Then what kind of person do you think he is?"
"It should be the latter, I didn't feel any hostility from him."
Fanfan guessed: "Maybe you want to ask me for help."
"How can you help if he doesn't say anything?"
Tang Muchen didn't understand this.
Fanfan said: "Not all ghosts can speak, especially little ghosts. The three souls and seven souls are inherently weak. If you don't report to the underworld after death, it will be easily dispersed by the yang energy in the human world."
"Then what are your plans?"
Tang Muchen asked.
Fanfan thought for a while, then turned his attention to the group of children and said, "I guess that child is probably from this orphanage. Is there any way you can let me see the photos of all the children in the orphanage?
I just saw his appearance clearly, a little boy of eleven or twelve years old."
"This is simple."
Tang Muchen raised his hand to call Tang Tianyuan over and gave him some instructions.
Tang Tianyuan went to do it immediately.
After a while, she and Tang Muchen were taken to the archives room, and the teacher who specialized in managing the archives took out a thick photo album for them to see.
Fanfan looked for the little boy while browsing, and finally found him in a large group photo.
"Teacher Zhang, is this child still in the orphanage?"
Fanfan asked, pointing to a boy.
Teacher Zhang looked at it and said with a smile: "Junjun was adopted half a year ago."
"Adopted?"
Fanfan asked: "He looks like a teenager. Would anyone adopt a child of this age?"
Teacher Zhang said: "Junjun is twelve years old, and there are very few families willing to adopt older children. After all, the younger the child, the easier it is to raise him. However, Junjun is good-looking, and the family who adopted him likes him very much."
"Then can you still contact him?
Do you know his recent situation?"
Fanfan asked again.
"There is no contact now. His adoptive parents took him to live in another state."
Teacher Zhang said.
"That's it."
Fanfan frowned.
Tang Muchen said directly: "Do you have the phone number of his adoptive parents?
Call now and ask."
Teacher Zhang felt that they cared about Junjun, so he couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Tang, Miss Liu, do you know Junjun?"
Tang Muchen casually made up: "We were entrusted by someone. His biological parents asked us to find him before he died. Now that he has been adopted, we want to know if he is doing well."