An An cried and howled all the way, covering her face with her arms, and was led by Fu Chen back to the classroom to find the teacher.
When Teacher Liao saw the two of them, he also remembered Meng Meng and saw An An's wet pants at a glance.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Let's just wash up." Teacher Liao hugged An An and led him to the bathroom.
There is hot water in the kindergarten, as well as spare clothes and blankets to prevent children from peeing their pants or getting their clothes wet by playing in the water.
Fuchen looked at Mengmeng, and Mengmeng stared at Fuchen. The two looked at each other. One was sincere, the other doubtful.
Mengmeng couldn't help scratching his head, "Should I go?"
Fuchen nodded.
Mengmeng: Oh.
He turned around and ran into the small forest where he came from, climbing out along the railing. On the way out, he glanced at the nearby trash can.
The garbage is still messy and there are no signs of rummaging.
He took out the red lighter and took a closer look. There was still a layer of oil left, not too much, not too little. It was about 1/5.
A subtle smell penetrated the nose.
Meng Meng subconsciously wanted to throw it into the trash can. Thinking of the kid's retracted hand, he retracted his hand again: He is also a coward. What right does he have to dislike others?
He reached out to pick a leaf and wiped the red lighter clean. He thought: Apologize to the kid. He didn't mean to dislike it.
The ability to burn the paper man to death was all thanks to the kid picking up this lighter.
night.
Room 404, Building 13, Shijia Community.
"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the door.
Ash opened the door.
Mengmeng saw Axi and picked up a can of milk powder in his right hand. "Well, let me deliver something." He handed over the milk powder.
Fuchen drank the brand. He had seen it and remembered it.
Know before buying that it's not cheap.
When I bought it, I saw the price. I was shocked. It was really not cheap, it was four figures.
There was the same milk powder bag in his left hand. Axi stared at the bag without saying anything.
"That..." He stuck his head in and looked inside, and saw a child sitting inside. He was the ghost child during the day, looking at him steadily.
Axi glanced at the kid and made way for him, "Come in."
Today, I also relied on his efforts to save the golden boy.
"Hey." Meng Meng entered the house and walked towards the ghost child.
There were only Fuchen and the ghost child in the living room, and the other little ghosts were not there.
Today, the little devils were exposed during the day, and their vitality was damaged.
Axidu gave the ghost energy nourishment in return.
Those four little ghosts all have shrines and are worshiped by others. It is the best choice to return to their own shrines to recuperate.
There is only this little ghost, a wild ghost nearby, with low cultivation level, who has been playing with Fuchen. He is regarded as Fuchen's little playmate.
Axi just turned a blind eye and let him stay in the living room to recuperate.
"Well, I'm sorry for today." Mengmeng considered his words.
Fuchen and Ghost Child were both sitting on the floor mat, looking at him with their big, ignorant eyes.
Axi stood aside and watched indifferently, not interested.
Mengmeng grabbed the paper bag with both hands, stretched out his hands and pushed it over, bowed his head and apologized, "This, yes, is an apology to you. I'm really sorry."
The little kid stood up in confusion, walked over slowly with his short legs, and took the paper bag. When he saw the milk powder in the bag, his eyes instantly filled with tears.
Mengmeng kept his head lowered when he suddenly heard a high-pitched voice, "Dad!"
Um?
He looked up and saw the little kid jumping up and hugging him, shouting excitedly, "Daddy." There was still water in his eyes.
He was startled and held the little ghost child in his arms, not daring to move.
The kid rubbed his cheek excitedly, his face full of happiness.
He leaned back suddenly, fearful in his heart, and looked at Axi.
Axi explained calmly: "He is very eager to have a family. He has always wanted a father. The way for someone to adopt them is to put a shrine or a tablet in front of them with things that the child likes."
Mengmeng: I don’t want to raise ghosts!
I'm a coward myself.
Meng Meng looked at the little ghost boy. The little ghost boy was holding his own milk powder can, his eyes were very focused, as if he were a treasure. Noticing Meng Meng's gaze, he raised his head and said "Daddy!"
The bright and hearty smile is full of happiness.
Just like ordinary children.
Mengmeng's heart trembled slightly. This is a ghost, it is a ghost...
"That..." He was trembling and unable to say any words of rejection.
"Dad, let's go home."
Mengmeng was speechless and looked at Axi, who looked at him calmly, pretending not to see, and let the kid lead him away.
Mengmeng was terrified when he returned home.
"Dad, where should I sleep?"
"Can I sleep with daddy?"
The little ghost held the milk powder can and asked obediently.
Mengmeng did not dare to refuse, pointed to the innermost workshop, shook his head, and did not dare to approach the kid.
When the kid saw this, he lowered his head in disappointment, then quickly raised his smile and said, "Thank you, Dad." He carried the milk powder can to the innermost room.
On the first day, Mengmeng didn't dare to sleep at all. He waited until dawn before falling into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, it was already dusk outside the house.
When he opened the door, he saw only a milk powder can. "Ouch!" Mengmeng screamed in surprise.
"It's me, daddy." A small face appeared behind the milk powder can.
He twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely, thinking of his extra ghost child.
"Dad, can you make some milk powder for me?" the kid asked with his eyes wide open.
Mengmeng felt that his heart couldn't bear the shock several times, so he considered his words, "That, that..."
The kid looked at him quietly.
"Um, I, I didn't, I didn't want to raise you..." The word "you" behind it was almost silent. He lowered his head fiercely, not daring to look at the child at all.
The kid was stunned.
Halfway through, he put down the milk powder can, lowered his head, and whispered, "I understand."
With that said, he walked out of the house and left.
Um?
I raised my head suddenly, I didn't expect the result to be so smooth, I was stunned.
But, I feel uncomfortable.
When I saw the milk powder can on the ground, I felt even more uncomfortable: He didn't want to, didn't want to hurt him...
He opened the door violently and chased after him.
Because of the damage, the little ghost cannot fly and can only walk. His short legs are not very fast.
Mengmeng soon saw the little ghost and followed him from a distance.
The whole journey was silent.
After turning a few streets, the kid returned to his original home. He couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes. When he saw the piles of garbage and his deserted "home", he sat down on the ground and couldn't help it anymore, "
Ahhhh——”
The baby's cry sounds very miserable.
"Ahhhhh-" The voice was filled with the sadness and helplessness of being abandoned.
Meng Meng in the corner heard the sound and couldn't help but feel his heart tightening.
When he walked over and saw the kid next to the garbage pile, he burst into tears.
The kid turned around, and his tearful face was exposed in front of others. When he saw Mengmeng, he immediately went back to his home - an abandoned doghouse with a small flower quilt inside.
Next to the kennel are some toys and milk powder.
He squatted down and touched the milk powder can, but his hand penetrated it.
He immediately understood that these were all evil objects. The kid picked them up in the garbage.
He remembered the brand of milk powder. It was the brand that was exposed this year and caused problems when eaten.
Trash that others throw away and despise.
Including this kennel, it was also thrown away by people.
This is the home of all the little ghosts.
There was a child crying softly in the kennel.
Mengmeng listened to the crying, couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and felt a pain in his heart: No wonder he was so good at finding a lighter.
The kid is dirty, but his eyes are beautiful. Why throw him away?
I wiped my tears fiercely and thought: The child must have been very good-looking when he was alive. He was so well-behaved and sensible, why should he be thrown away?
He is so good-looking and so powerful, why shouldn't he?
"Ah - daddy will feed you! Dad will definitely feed you!" Mengmeng wiped his tears and cried bitterly, thinking that he should raise his children with the best milk powder just like Brother Dagui raised Fuchen!
The child came out of the kennel and stared fiercely with tearful eyes.
Mengmeng also had tearful eyes, and muttered across his mouth, "Dad is not very educated, and I'm afraid he won't be able to teach you well. Don't dislike it."
The raging tears clogged my throat, and my mouth was contorted, and my words were all blurred like "Wow wow wow".
However, the little kid understood and shouted, "Daddy!" His eyes were shining like stars.
"Ah——" He hugged the child fiercely and cried bitterly.
