"Xiaolan? It's really you," Luo Jiutian poked his head out of the door, "You're up so late? What happened?"
"I……"
"What is this?" Before Xiaolan could speak, Luo Jiutian saw the letter in her hand, "Envelope? Someone sent you a letter?"
"Who is it?" Lingluo jumped out with her hands behind her back, "Hey, it's Xiao... Xiaolan, right?"
Xiaolan nodded.
"It's...three o'clock in the morning," Luo Jiutian glanced at his watch and said with an exaggerated expression, "How could someone send you a letter at this time? Xiaolan, be careful of fraud."
"No..." Xiaolan shook her head twice, "There are photos inside."
"Photo?" Luo Jiutian was leaning on the door frame. Hearing this, he stood up straight and asked, "Is it that family photo?"
"Um……"
"Wow, you got that photo," Luo Jiutian grabbed Xiaolan's sleeve, "Come in quickly and tell us about it."
Lao Luo showed his head in the bedroom.
"Miss Xiaolan," he nodded slightly, "it's so late, haven't you rested yet?"
"Dad, Xiaolan found that family photo," Luo Jiutian took out his cell phone, "I'll call them over now."
Xiaolan's brows trembled. She still didn't know how to face other companions. In fact, she felt that the world in front of her was hazy, just like the world in her mind, with a vague sense of unreality.
Now she really wanted to say something, but not to the Taoist Priest and the others.
They are her closest people, but precisely because of this, Xiaolan always feels that not everything should be discussed in front of them.
Xiaolan half-opened her mouth and fell into a daze again.
Fortunately, Lao Luo read a hint of contradiction in Xiaolan's eyes.
"Don't leave now," Lao Luo raised his hand to stop Luo Jiutian, "It's too late now, they won't answer the phone, please call them later."
"That's right," Luo Jiutian put away his cell phone obediently, "I guess they are all sleeping. I will call them later."
"Miss Xiaolan, what's going on with the photo?" Lao Luo guided Xiaolan.
"Baimao left it to me." Xiaolan felt that her voice was floating.
"Leave it for you?" Luo Jiutian moved a chair over and motioned for Xiaolan to sit on it, "She left?"
Xiaolan nodded, "Let's go."
"It seems that she is not a bad person," Luo Jiutian said, "but that's right, after all, this photo is of no use to her, and besides, you are not her master, and Heipi will follow you or not..."
"I am her master."
Xiaolan's consciousness suddenly became clear.
She looked around. This was Luo Jiutian's room. Huang Zhi was lying on the bed on the left, Lao Luo and Luo Jiutian were standing in front of her, and Ling Luo was sitting by the bed. All three of them stared at her in surprise.
"I am her master," Xiaolan repeated again, "I remembered."
"But... her master is obviously a woman who has died many years ago," Luo Jiutian said, "and that person is still a policeman, or... anyway, he is a completely different person."
Lao Luo thought deeply and slowly sat on the other bed, his eyes never leaving Xiaolan.
"Maybe..." Xiaolan met Lao Luo's gaze and finally expressed her thoughts, "That was my previous life."
"Previous life?!" Luo Jiutian and Lingluo said at the same time.
"Little girl, I have to speak now," Ling Luo said, "Ling Luo has just told us about your matters. You have all been to Ming Ting, and you also know what the process of reincarnation is after a person dies.
...So theoretically speaking, your past life and future life have nothing to do with you, and it is even less likely that you will remember what happened in your previous life."
"But this kind of thing must have happened," Xiaolan said firmly, "there must be some people who remember their experiences in previous lives."
"If there are problems with the process...there will indeed be some," Lingluo said, "But this does not mean that you and your previous life are the same person. Fundamentally speaking, people are social animals, and they have different identities.
It's two people. For example, if a child dies and is reincarnated as another person's child, and the new mother gives birth to him and raises him, then do you think this child needs two mothers?"
Xiaolan was asked.
Humans are social animals, and identity determines existence.
Even if the "Xiao Lan" in Bai Mao's mouth is really his past life, but... that is not his current self.
Even if it were me, that self would have been dead long ago.
"Xiaolan, how did you remember it?" Lao Luo asked.
"I...I dreamed about it."
Lingluo laughed out loud, "I thought...little girl, you just listened to too many stories during the day and thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night."
"No..."
"Probably not." Fortunately, Lao Luo was also on Xiao Lan's side. "Ling Luo, you don't understand. Xiao Lan's dream is very interesting."
"Dreams are interesting?"
"Yeah," Luo Jiutian said, "Xiaolan can see the past of the deceased in his dreams."
"Wow..." Lingluo said, "But we can also see it, and we don't have to dream."
"You are a ghost, can you be the same as us?" Luo Jiutian said, "Xiaolan is a living person."
"Yeah," Lingluo thought about it, "That's really awesome."
"So since Xiaolan had such a dream, I'm afraid it's not groundless," said Lao Luo, "and... this is not the first time Xiaolan has told me about this."
At this moment, Xiaolan was extremely grateful that whenever she encountered such a thing, the person she confided to was Lao Luo.
"I feel that the people I have met before who look very similar to me may all be from my previous life," Xiaolan said in one breath, "They are not the same person, they may come from different times..."
"This is strange," Lingluo pinched her chin, "Even if there is a problem with the reincarnation process, people will only remember things from the last life. It is impossible to remember things from every previous life. It is impossible for you to
Every time you reincarnate, you will encounter process problems..."
"Can you help me investigate?" Xiaolan looked at the two ghosts eagerly and begged.
"If I can, I will definitely do it." Lao Luo agreed.
"I...I'll try my best," Lingluo was a little embarrassed, but still agreed, "Just don't have too much hope."
"Yeah." Xiaolan nodded vigorously.
"And don't doubt your current life," Lingluo added, "As I just said, even if you remember your previous life, it has nothing to do with your current life. You still have to live a good life in this life."
"I will," Xiaolan felt that the fog in her heart finally dissipated and she saw the moonlight, "Thank you, Sister Lingluo."