The ghost children next to him didn't dare to approach the little black ghost. Fuchen only stared at it stupidly. After recognizing that it was the little black ghost, he innocently pulled him to play with him.
He didn't come very often, sometimes twice a month, sometimes only once every two months.
It’s July again.
The ghost kid appeared again, with his ghostly aura so high that it was no longer possible to tell that he was a child.
The uncle took out a wooden sign. The wooden sign was an uncarved Buddhist amulet, strung with a red rope necklace.
The uncle picked up Fuchen and hung the wooden sign around Fuchen's neck.
Axi watched the whole process and acted aggressively at any time.
The little black guy stared at the wooden sign, obviously knowing what it meant.
The uncle coaxed, "Good boy, you don't have to go back. You can just stay here and play with Fuchen at night."
Fuchen is one and a half years old and can understand words now. He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Play~"
Hearing this, the little black devil took two steps forward.
Then he stared at Axi again.
Axi stared at him calmly, expressionless.
The little black ghost hesitated for a moment, took two steps forward, and turned into a ball of black air and floated into the wooden sign.
There are shallow carvings on the wooden sign, showing the appearance of a child meditating with his eyes closed, and his face is that of a black kid.
"Eat~" Fuchen touched the sign and bit it.
The uncle grabbed it with a smile and said, "You can't eat it. This is your friend, so you must protect it."
Fuchen looked at it in confusion, his mouth slightly opened, and the sign in his hand was moved to his mouth again.
Axi jumped over in a flash, hugged the person over, and taught, "Eat, eat, eat, eat everything. Are you going to starve to death and be reincarnated?"
Fuchen reacted for a moment and laughed.
Axi: "..." rubbed her hair hard.
idiot.
After Fuchen fell asleep, Axi went upstairs to borrow some chili oil, soaked the wooden sign in the chili oil, wiped it clean and put it back.
The black kid didn't go back, and the demon priest soon appeared in Shijia Community.
But this person walked around Building 13 for several days and did not go up to compete with Axi.
After losing a lot of treasures, he became afraid of the ghost in House No. 404.
In mid-July, the door of hell opens wide.
The ghost grandfathers came to visit the ghost uncle and Fuchen again.
This time they left and took away the little black devil in the wooden sign.
The weeds in the community are withering and growing again, it’s another summer.
Fuchen is three years old and going to kindergarten.
She is going to kindergarten to meet new children!
The emergence of new characters gives Axi a headache.
In the evening, he led Fuchen to teach her how to identify ghosts in the community. He pointed at the ghost uncle and said, "This is a ghost." Then he pointed at the old man opposite who was enjoying the cool air and said, "That one is a human."
Fuchen glanced at the two old men with kind faces and wrinkled skin, and shouted to the familiar ghost uncle, "Grandpa."
"Hey!" The ghost uncle deserved to be happy.
Axi covered his forehead and emphasized, "Look, those without shadows are ghosts, and those with shadows are people. Don't talk to ghosts in front of people, and don't go with ghosts."
Fuchen lowered his head and looked at Axi's feet. There was nothing there.
Axi said bluntly, "Yes, I am a ghost. Therefore, you cannot talk to me directly in front of others."
Fuchen blinked his eyes, raised his head and looked straight at Axi, and the next moment, tears welled up in his eyes.
Axi turned his head away and didn't look.
"Woooooo~" Fuchen cried, looking up and staring at Axi.
Axi took a step back to avoid crying.
Fuchen ran two steps with his short legs, chasing Axi, looking up at him and crying, "Woooooo~"
I don't want to see, I don't want to hear, I want to execute firmly, but the sound of crying always reaches my ears, becoming more delicate and sensitive.
Even the wavebands, pause times, and hiccup time points in the cry can be clearly grasped.
In my mind, I already have a soundgram that can be analyzed.
"Dad~" Fuchen cried.
The voice is very pitiful.
Axi sighed, squatted down, and picked him up, with a disgusted expression, "It's not like I don't want you, why are you crying?"
The voice is very gentle.
Fuchen hugged Axi, buried his head in his neck and cried.
The uncle opposite looked at the two of them calmly.
Seeing Axi looking over, he stretched out his hand to say hello, "It's okay, it's okay, I know my day is coming."
Axi: Co-authoring this is enough to make you see ghosts.
Uncle Ghost stepped forward and said, "Little brother, I will take you there when the time comes."
The uncle also greeted with a smile.
It's almost September, and Fuchen can't distinguish between humans and ghosts yet. Axi is worried that the crowd will be isolated and alienated from Fuchen by then.
People are easy to kill, but blending into the crowd is not something that can be done with just a wave of hands.
Fuchen is a human being and always needs to learn to survive among the crowd.
End of August.
Axi found the man upstairs and found a way to solve Fuchen's black account problem.
Fuchen became "Li Fuchen" and settled in Room 604, Building 13, Shijia Community.
On September 1st, at five o'clock in the morning, Axi supported Fuchen, who was hazy and unable to stand, and helped her carry her small schoolbag.
He knelt down and warned, "Dad can only appear at night. Therefore, I can only send you there before dawn and pick you up after dark. Do you remember?"
Fuchen nodded slowly, his eyelids not yet opened.
"Don't talk to ghosts casually, and don't talk to people outside. In kindergarten, listen to the teacher."
Fuchen nodded slowly and couldn't help but lean back.
Ah Xi stopped the person and continued to warn, "You can't leave with others, let alone with ghosts. Wait until dad comes to pick you up, you know?"
"No matter who picks you up, you are not allowed to leave. Just wait for dad to come over."
Holding the person's hand, they walked through the early morning fog and sent the person to the door of the kindergarten.
The kindergarten gate had not yet opened, and the security guard at the gate was surprised, "So early? The teacher hasn't come yet."
"I have to go to work and I'm late. I don't have time to see her off." Axi explained.
The uncle nodded, indicating that he understood. The large ceramic mouthwash cup in his hand lit up the school inside, "Aren't you going to recognize the teacher today?"
Axi shook his head, "No." He took out a hundred and said, "Keep an eye on her for me. When the teacher wakes up, take her over."
Put the sleeping dust in your arms into the house.
The uncle refused, "It's your job, don't bother me."
Axi nodded and left. He came back after a while, brought a pack of cigarettes and gave them to the uncle, "Sorry for the trouble."
The uncle resisted for a moment and accepted it.
Axi looked at Fuchen with reluctance: this was the first time for her to leave her sight and face life alone.
It was also her first time to blend in with the crowd.
Her fair face looks like an angel while sleeping. Will you cry when you wake up and can't see yourself?
Axi turned his head cruelly, his eyebrows were rippled, his eyes flickered, and he disappeared into the morning mist.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Axi suddenly received a call, "Hey, is this Fuchen's father? I'm Teacher Mu from Jinxing Kindergarten."
First reaction: Fuchen cried!
"I am! What's wrong with her? Is she crying?" Axi asked.
As expected, he really couldn’t bear to part with himself. Within half a day——
"Uh, no."
"Ah?" Axi was confused.
The refreshing female voice on the other end of the phone said, "That's right, Fuchen said that a child snatched food from other children and beat them up."
"Now the other parent hopes that you can come over and mediate between the two parties."
