One person and one ghost hugged each other and cried bitterly.
Mengmeng couldn't stop crying whenever he thought about the child's misery during his lifetime.
When the little ghost child heard the sound, he couldn't help but cry loudly.
Two timid, cry-loving people and a ghost hugged each other and couldn't stop.
"Let's go, daddy will take you home." Mengmeng wiped her tears and led the child back.
I saw a wild dog on the road with meat bones in its mouth. I thought that children couldn't eat meat bones and their lives were worse than those of dogs. I couldn't hold back my tears again.
The handkerchief in his hand was wet with tears, and there was no place to dry it.
Pedestrians on the road looked at the tall man who was crying and looked sideways and avoided him.
Room 404.
There was a knock on the door again.
He put on a smile and presented a basket of fruits and a can of milk powder.
Even after washing my face.
The muscles on my face still hurt from crying for too long.
"Well, I think, I want to raise him. Come here and ask for some experience." Mengmeng said with a shy face.
He is still afraid of ghosts.
After realizing the "ghost" identities of the child and the big ghost brother, I still couldn't help but feel frightened.
But rationally, he knew that Big Ghost Brother would not kill him casually.
Children don't do it either.
Apart from his instinctive fear, he was not really against or afraid of the two ghosts.
Especially the eyes of a child, once you touch them, you forget all about your identity and just want to give him happiness.
A Xi was not surprised and poured tea for others.
Fuchen ran over, saw the little ghost child, and happily took him to the living room to play.
A ghost sat alone at the dinner table, staring at a group of children.
Whether it’s a human being or a ghost, a child is still a child.
Some ghosts cannot speak, and they still use the baby language of "ah wow wow". Fuchen speaks. The two languages are mixed together without any obstacles.
Axi stared at the children and pointed at the dirty ghost child, "He is the weakest among these little ghosts."
"He doesn't know ghost language, he doesn't know how to fight, he can't blend in with the ghost crowd, and he can't find a Taoist priest willing to take him in."
"He came here by himself."
He came with the little black devil. Because he was weak, the Demonic Taoist Master never made any move to take him in.
Every time I come here, he is the dirtiest one. When he brings snacks, Axi wants to throw them away far away.
But Xiao Fuchen was not happy, and would fight him with "ah wow wow", staring with big eyes, not allowing him to move.
Axi didn't want this dirty kid to come at all. He didn't want to leave even though he was dirty.
She always stared at him and Fuchen secretly, showing a look that made him uncomfortable.
Axi glanced at Mengmeng, who was looking straight at the dirty kid, and decided to let him raise the baby and take the dirty kid away.
"He is very smart. Among these imps, he has the strongest imitation ability."
Wrong, it’s okay to imitate people’s abilities.
He has no skills regarding ghosts and is as stupid as a pig.
"The first to learn to speak." He was the only one who had that will.
Playing with Fuchen, other little ghosts will still use their "baby language" even if they can speak human language.
Only this kid followed Fuchen and imitated her.
Super unpleasant to the eyes.
I want to throw him out of the house!
"You and he have a fate. If you don't have a fate, you won't get together."
Take him away quickly. I don't want to see him again at all.
Axi narrowed her eyes and looked at Fuchen.
Ghosts are indifferent.
Maybe he also had the ability to empathize when he was alive. But now, he can't feel the needs of others.
The only "emotions" are in Fuchen, a child.
What does it matter whether others live or die?
He lowered his head suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and asked in a choked voice, "When he was alive...he, he..."
He couldn't say that sentence, that word.
"You want to ask how he died?" Axi said bluntly.
Mengmeng nodded with red eyes.
"Have you been to that garbage dump?" Axi asked.
Mengmeng nodded again, choked with sobs, and could not stop his nose and tears.
The kid playing in front noticed it, turned around, saw Meng Meng crying, ran over and hugged him.
Meng Meng's heart melted into a ball. He held back his nose and suppressed his crying. His face was covered with tears, but he still smiled and replied, "Be good, go play. I'm fine."
Speaking of death, it is too cruel for children.
Children can't move.
Mengmeng pushed gently with his hand to let him go.
The kid turned around with concern in his eyes. Unable to resist his fierce request, he went to play anyway.
Axi watched indifferently, waited until the little dirty kid left, and continued, "He was abandoned there late at night."
"Put it in the kennel used by wild dogs."
"No one found him."
"Wild dogs dug up the body and found out there was a dead child."
Axi's words were as simple and crude as an axe.
For a moment, Mengmeng could recall that that night, the child in the haunted house was crying "Wow!" but no one passed by.
The child's voice was hoarse from crying.
In the early morning, the person throwing out garbage did not notice the child in the doghouse.
The garbage collector didn't even notice the child in the doghouse.
People who come and go during the day will never take a look deep into the garbage pile to take a look at the dying child hiding in the dog house.
He was starved to death.
I smell bad.
The wild dog from before came to occupy the kennel and dragged the dead child out of the kennel. Only then did people discover him.
By then, he had become a little devil.
But he was still sitting in the kennel, waiting for someone to find him and take him away.
He held his head fiercely and lowered his head, trying his best to contain the storm-like sorrow and whine.
Tears flowed rapidly like a waterfall.
My eyelids can no longer be opened.
He said "wow wow" with his mouth down and said vague words, "How to raise him? Raise him?"
Fortunately, Axi could understand and explained, "You give him the entire shrine. I will help you write his birthday and birth date, and you put it in the shrine and offer it to him. In this way, one day, he can be reincarnated and become a real
child."
When Mengmeng heard the next sentence, his spirit was shaken. He raised his head with firm eyes, "He can really be reincarnated?"
Axi looked at the dirty kid, "He has no resentment, only obsession. He wants to have a family. You are his obsession. If you pay for it for half a year or a year, you can send him away and wait for reincarnation."
Take it away quickly. This is not a doghouse.
I took a deep breath, clenched my fists, and secretly made up my mind: I must make him a new person and a real child.
"Dong dong dong."
The door rang again.
Axi opened the door and saw the male owner of 604 upstairs.
He smiled and took out a plate of fruit, and said with a smile, "I'm here to give you some fruit." He went in and saw Mengmeng crying, so he went into the house by himself, "Oh, brother, what's going on?"
Axi: Just a spectator.
He wiped away his tears fiercely and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll raise a child."
The owner of House 604 looked at Fuchen who was playing. There was no one around her, but she kept talking.
He knew that there must be a few ghost children nearby.
The man was not surprised at all and said with a smile, "Congratulations on your baby boy."
Mengmeng was confused, "You..."
The man pointed at Axi with a smile, "He brought Fuchen, and I followed suit. Although humans and ghosts have different identities, they still have a parent-child relationship."
Axi looked cold and said nothing: the man paid for Fuchen's milk powder for three years. It would not be an exaggeration to call him uncle.
Knowing that the uncle has not left, I will sit on the stairs and talk to him.
Over the years, I haven't seen these two ghosts often.
The man sighed, "Actually, humane ghosts are no different from humans." Youyou said her thoughts, "Sometimes, although I am scared, I know in my heart that nothing will happen to me."
This sentence dispelled Mengmeng's last worry.
He is not afraid: he is afraid of children.
Rather, he is worried that he will abandon his child because of fear.
Children are so cute and cannot be harmed twice by themselves.
He laughed fiercely, bowed and thanked the man, "Thank you, brother, for teaching me." Then he licked his face and asked Axi, "Can you show me Fuchen's room? I have no experience and don't know what to prepare."
"No." Axi refused directly.
Fuchen, however, took Xiao Gui directly into his house and took a casual look around.
Mengmeng smiled at Axi and followed him in shamelessly.
Axi:......
He fiercely photographed every corner of the room. He also photographed and recorded every detail in the living room, especially the toys and books, not sparing any of them.
You can tell from that look that he plans to copy and paste.
Axi: I feel so unhappy. I really want to throw him out...
