Grandma's words made Nuo Yan stunned. These three words when she was a child were indeed a little unfamiliar to her. She seemed to have very little memory of childhood. She just vaguely remembered that there has been a bayberry tree in the yard from childhood to now. She likes to crawl around on the trees and pick bayberry to eat.

Maybe because she was originally introverted, she didn’t have any playmates in her childhood, so she could say she didn’t have any one, but she vaguely remembered that she loved to cry. She was once called a crying guy by a little boy of similar age because she really loved to cry.

There seems to be no impression of what the little boy who called her crying girl looked like.

The memories of childhood are not deeply rooted in my mind, and they have taken root and sprouted. Sometimes Nuo Yan often wonders whether she has had a childhood. If she really has a childhood, why can't she remember it at all, as if she has lost her memory and can't remember anything.

She had no impression of what happened before she was ten years old, and the only thing that remained in her mind was the short memory after going to school.

"Grandma, what exactly are you talking about?" Nuo Yan couldn't help but ask.

"Yan'er, are you sure you really want to listen?" Grandma's tone suddenly became low. Looking at the expression on her face, it seemed that this was something unspeakable.

But Nuoyan still couldn't stop her curiosity and nodded fiercely, "Well, I want to listen, grandma, just tell me."

Grandma suddenly sat up, looked out the window with melancholy eyes, and sighed slightly, "Okay, I'll tell you this."

"Okay," Nuo Yan also sat up, held her cheek with one hand, ready to listen carefully.

"Yan'er, do you know? In fact, you were different from others when you were born. You are not like an ordinary child..."

Before grandma could finish her sentence, Nuoyan asked anxiously, "Grandma, what does it mean to be different from others? What is the difference between me?"

Grandma turned her head to look at Nuo Yan and gently cleaned her hair hanging down on her temples. "Yan'er, although children would cry when they were young, you cried extremely fiercely and always cried for no reason."

"Cry?" Nuo Yan couldn't help but smile, "Grandma, I'm actually very crying, otherwise I wouldn't have been called a crying man by a boy when I was a child."

Grandma shook her head, "It is normal for joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and it is normal to cry, but there should be a reason to cry. You cry not because you are hungry, not because someone bullies you, or because you are sad, but because you see something you shouldn't see, so you are afraid."

"What shouldn't be seen?" Nuo Yan bit her lip slightly and tried to guess: "Is it a ghost?"

Grandma nodded, "In fact, children have ghost eyes before they are three years old. They can see ghosts in this world. After they are three years old, the ghost eyes will gradually disappear."

Nuo Yan frowned slightly and said, "Ghost Eyes? Do people really have ghost eyes?"

"Yes, ghost eyes are also called Yin and Yang eyes. Yin and Yang eyes can see everything in the human world and the underworld, whether it is a ghost or a human." Grandma looked at Nuo Yan's eyes and said solemnly: "Many children gradually disappear after the age of three. After the ghost eyes disappear, they will no longer see the so-called dirty things - ghosts, but you did not disappear with it."
Chapter completed!