The guard uncle recognized Xiaolan at a glance.
"Why is it you again?" The guard guard glanced at the door a few times, "How did you get in?"
Before Xiaolan could answer, several people came over from behind the guard.
"Look, we were right, there are really people in this room!" A middle-aged woman huddled behind the guard, pointing at Xiaolan and said.
"Put it down, you're talking about a ghost." The man standing next to her teased.
"Aren't ghosts and thieves alike," the woman argued to the man, "What's wrong with this kid at such a young age? He insists on stealing other people's things."
Xiaolan bit her lips and said nothing.
The guard uncle had a sullen face and rushed in to catch Xiao Lan. Xiao Lan suddenly stepped back and dodged.
"Sister Tianshen?" Ling was pushed into the living room by Xiaolan, "What's wrong with sister Tianshen? Have you seen my mother?"
Ling couldn't see any of these people.
Xiaolan put her right hand behind her back, grabbed Ling's arm, and stared at the people in front of her.
"Sister Tianshen, what are you looking at?" Ling stuck her head out from behind Xiaolan and looked hard at the door, "Why don't I see anything?"
"Come out." The guard stood at the door, pointing at Xiaolan and threatening.
Xiaolan shook her head stubbornly.
"Sister Tianshen, what are you doing?" Ling twisted uneasily, with a cry in her voice, "What's wrong? What are you looking at? Why can't I see it?..."
Ling is getting more and more broken.
Now is not the time.
If Ling knew the truth now, I don't know what would happen.
Can't be here.
At least not in front of myself.
A layer of sweat broke out on Xiaolan's forehead, and her mind was spinning rapidly.
"Go in and catch her." The woman poked the guard's arm.
"Oh, what the hell," the man pulled the woman away, "What do you know? How can someone just break into the owner's house?"
"What do you think I know nothing about? Is there any other owner of this house now? It's so damn..."
"Hush! Bah, bah, bah! You are not unlucky either!..."
"Hey, it's unlucky now. It's not about pitying orphans and widows... I'm an old pervert."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Am I talking nonsense?!..."
The two of them were quarreling behind the guard. The guard glanced at the two of them with a hint of disgust, and then returned to Xiaolan.
At this time, the air on the other side of the guard uncle's body seemed to start to shake, and a few seconds later, Rong Fa appeared.
People at the door could not see Rong Fa. Only Xiaolan could see Rong Fa stepping aside in disgust, trying to stay away from these "ugly humans".
"Brother Rongfa?" Ling, who was behind Xiaolan, blinked and asked.
Xiaolan ignored the strange looks from others, turned around and half-crouched in front of Ling, "Ling, listen to me, you follow brother Rongfa first."
Ling shook her head and grabbed Xiaolan's hand with her backhand, "Where are you going?"
"I'm not going anywhere," Xiaolan stood up and pushed Ling towards Rongfa, "I'll go find you after I finish handling things here."
Ling still wanted to struggle and run towards Xiaolan's legs, but Rong Fa grabbed her and held her on her shoulders.
"Sister Tianshen!" Ling shouted, "I will handle it with you! I won't..."
"Let's go, let's go with brother Rong Fa. Don't cause any trouble to our Lord God." Rong Fa carried Ling on his back and passed through the bodies of the people blocking the door to the elevator. "Oh, please be gentle! Don't pull out my hair." !You little devil..."
"Rongfa!"
Rong Fa immediately changed his words, "You little guy, if it weren't for the sake of Lord God, I would definitely take care of you!"
"Let me go! I want Sister Tianshen! Let me go!..." Ling grabbed Rongfa's hair, crying and pulling at the same time.
"Ling, be obedient! Don't bully brother Rongfa. Return to the tent with brother Rongfa and wait for me. I will take you to find your mother."
After Xiao Lan shouted these words, Ling's crying and Rong Fa's screams stopped abruptly. There was a beep, the elevator rang, and their voices disappeared deep into the corridor.
The faces of several people at the door were already pale with fright. They originally thought that there was something wrong with Xiaolan's brain and that she was talking to herself. However, following Xiaolan's words, the elevator stopped inexplicably on the fourth floor. Without loading anyone, I quickly returned to the first floor, no matter what I thought...
Xiaolan saw the fear in the eyes of the people at the door, deliberately put on a mysterious expression, and took a step forward.
The woman yelled, pushed the man and the guard away, and ran back to the corridor. Soon, there was a bang in the corridor, and it sounded like it was the family next door.
The man and the doorman were pushed and fell together. Their faces were pale. The man got up from the ground with a curse, and quickly rushed back to the door of his house. While cursing his wife, he knocked on the door. The doorman was still slumped on the ground, his eyes slightly blurred. Hong, staring at Xiaolan.
Xiaolan looked down at the guard, raised her hand, and closed the door.
The second before the door closed, the guard uncle said softly in a hoarse voice, "This child's name is Ling."
Xiaolan's movements were delayed for a moment.
"I know," Xiaolan nodded, "Thank you, uncle."
boom!
Xiao Lan locked the door and rushed back to the balcony, just in time to see Rong Fa holding Ling's little hand and disappearing from the door of the community. The balcony next door closed the curtain and covered it tightly.
Can't wait any longer.
The night is dark, which is when everything happens.
Tonight, Ling's mother did not come back.
Xiaolan thought and ran to Xu Yiling's bedroom.
An empty bedroom with only one bed.
What's there?
Is there anything that can allow Ling and Xu Yiling to know each other's existence without seeing each other?
Nothing at all.
Xiaolan searched around Xu Yiling's bedroom several times and found nothing, so she hurried back to Ling's bedroom.
There are many things in Ling's bedroom, including books, notebooks, photo frames...
What can we use to let them know each other?
Just when Xiaolan was at a loss what to do, there was a long knock on the door.
Xiaolan's heart tightened.
The knocking on the door was slow and steady, and in the dead silence of the night, it was eerie.
Xiaolan moved to the living room and opened the peephole.
It's the doorman.
The uncle's face was a little red and he looked out of breath.
Xiaolan thought for a while and opened the door a crack.
"Uncle," Xiaolan said seriously, "I really have something to do. I will leave immediately after handling it, and I really won't come back."
The uncle guard stood at the door, still out of breath, with sweat on his forehead. He waved his left hand and handed something to him with his right hand.
Xiaolan took the thing and it was a kraft paper envelope.
"This is……"
"When the child... has an accident..." The guard uncle held his belly with his hands and gasped desperately, "Xiao Ling... Xiao Ling's hand... is holding this..."
Xiaolan lowered her head, turned the envelope over, and saw three big, not-so-pretty letters written on the front: "For Mom."
"Uncle..." Xiaolan looked up at the guard uncle with some gratitude.
The uncle waved his hand again, his eye circles a little red, "That day is...it's their birthday..."
"Their birthday?"
"Yiling...and Xiaoling...their birthdays are on the same day..." I don't know whether it was due to lack of oxygen or other reasons, but the guard uncle choked up a little, "It was them...it was the day they had the accident... …”
Xiaolan opened her mouth and was speechless.
Because of such a rare mother-daughter bond, Xu Yiling also left her name to her daughter.
"If you are serious..." the guard uncle pointed at the envelope, "just... just give the letter to them."
After saying that, the guard uncle wiped his eyes, turned and left.
"Thank you, uncle!" Xiaolan chased to the door and shouted.
The doorman grinned and pressed the elevator button lonely, without looking back at her.
Xiaolan folded the envelope twice and carefully put it into his coat pocket. He returned to Ling's bedroom and looked around. Just when he was about to give up the search and leave directly, Xiaolan noticed again the window glass next to the blinds. Those four vague fingerprints.
The fact that fingerprints could be left behind meant that someone actually came to Ling's bedroom that night.
Xiaolan recalled everything she saw in the crystal ball.
For a moment, Ling's eyes saw the appearance of that person.
Although it is not clear or direct.
Breathing.
The person's appearance was reflected in the breath on the glass.
Xiaolan turned around and rushed to Ling's desk, opened the drawer, and after flipping through it, she found a small round mirror the size of a palm.
please.
Xiaolan put the mirror into her pocket, took one last look at the house, put on her shoes, closed the door, and walked to the elevator.
In the silent night, there was no one in the community. Xiaolan walked downstairs and saw that the light was still on in the window of 402, and suddenly felt a little ashamed.
Walking to the door, Xiaolan saw the uncle in the guard booth. The uncle nodded to her and opened the automatic door.
Xiaolan glanced at the traffic lane next to her. It was here that Xu Yiling's car was hit by the speeding Li Dayong.
Xiaolan walked out of the door. A few steps ahead, she could still see the scratches left by the spinning car tires on the ground.
At that time, the guard uncle saw the car accident and immediately ran in the opposite direction.
Xiaolan looked across.
It was a patch of dark green bushes, with an abrupt depression between the dense bushes.
Xiaolan ran to the other side of the road and looked there.
The branches of that shrub were broken. After a day of heavy rain, no traces could be seen on the moist black soil. Xiaolan leaned down and smelled it. There was a faint smell of blood, mixed with the fragrance of green grass, as if she was thinking about the past. The master tells the final story.
Xiaolan turned her head and everything that happened that day reappeared before her eyes.
Xiaoling sat in the passenger seat, leaned out of the car window, and waved enthusiastically to the doorman.
"Uncle! My mother and I went out to celebrate my birthday! Today is my and my mother's birthday!"
"That's going to be fun!" The guard uncle pressed the button lovingly and raised the gate.
Xu Yiling drove the car slowly towards the exit.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"No hard work, no hard work," the guard uncle smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Xiao Ling is about the same age as my daughter. I feel happy when I see her!"
The car drove out of the gate.
"Ling, okay, stop leaning out of the car window."
"Yeah! Mom, I prepared a gift for you!"
"Wow! Mom is so looking forward to it!..."
"Hey, I want to read it to my mother personally..."
Ling stretched out her hand to support the edge of the car window and was about to retract her body back into the car.
A car suddenly appeared on the left side of the white car.
boom.
The little Ling, like a fragile bird, drew an arc in the air.
Just fell in the bushes.
It fell right in front of Xiaolan.
Those lifeless eyes were a little blurry.
Xiaolan stared at the overwhelming bush, her chin trembling slightly.
She took a deep breath, turned around, and left down the street toward the park.
Xiaolan opened the tent curtain.
"Lord God," Rong Fa complained in the darkness, "You are finally back."
Xiaolan fixed the curtains on both sides, and the moonlight outlined the outline of the tent.
Rongfa leaned against the table and sat on the floor. Ling was holding him tightly and fell asleep in his arms. Tears could still be seen on her pale face.
"I've never seen such a sleepy brat," Rong Fa rolled his eyes, but used his hair as a quilt to cover Ling's body, "He even rubbed his nose on me, tsk tsk tsk..."
"Don't call her that," Xiaolan whispered, "She doesn't know yet."
Rongfa lowered his head to look at Ling's sleeping face and sighed softly, "When will Master Tianshen plan to let her know?"
"We definitely can't tell her just like that," Xiaolan squatted beside the two of them, "at least let her meet her mother first."
"Her mother?" Rongfa's eyes lit up, "Are there other ghosts? Are there other orders?"
Xiaolan hissed, "Her mother is still alive."
Rongfa leaned back to the table in disappointment.
"Mom..." At this time, Ling in Rongfa's arms suddenly started talking in her sleep, "Mom... Mom..."
"She might be waking up." Rong Fa sat up straight.
"It's okay," Xiaolan stood up, "but after Ling wakes up, don't talk nonsense."
"How can I..."
Rong Fa muttered and looked at the little girl in his arms. The little girl's sleeping position became unsteady and pulled Rong Fa's hair, making him grit his teeth in pain.
"Ling," Xiaolan patted Ling on the back, "Ling, I am Sister Tianshen."
"Sister Tianshen?" Ling opened her eyes slightly.
"I am brother Rongfa." Not to be outdone, Rongfa lowered his head and said to Ling.
Xiaolan smiled, grabbed Ling's soft little hand, "I will take you to find your mother."
"Mom!" Ling woke up completely.
"Well," Xiaolan nodded heavily, "brother Rongfa and I will take you to find your aunt."
"But...but it's night now," Ling was still in a daze, lying quietly in Rongfa's arms, looking very useful, "Mom should be at home now...home..."
Judging from Ling's expression, she must have recalled a little bit of what happened before going out.
"Eh..." Ling opened her eyes wide and suddenly realized, "Mom didn't come home tonight."
"Um."
"Why didn't mom come home?" Ling's eyes became uneasy, "Mom comes home every night."
"Don't be afraid, Ling, I know where mom is." Xiaolan squeezed Ling's hand.
Ling frowned and nodded, "Tonight...it's a little strange."
Xiaolan and Rongfa exchanged glances.
"It won't be strange in the future," Xiaolan stared into Ling's eyes, "Ling will know everything in a while."
