"It's okay. I've been living next door for the past two days. I promised to do a favor for my friend."
Manshu comforted the two friends.
When the friends saw her going out with her childhood, it was like looking at the little white rabbit that was abducted by the big bad wolf.
Yu Yan advised the two little girls: "Don't worry, Brother Qiu is a good person and won't do anything to Sister Manshu. But..."
He remembered that his brother said that next door was Uncle Yan's house.
When did Sister Manshu become familiar enough with Uncle Yan to stay in his villa?
Could it be because Manshu sold him jadeite?
But Yan Zhan is definitely not the kind of person who only needs to have a heart-to-heart relationship with others when doing business!
"But what can she do if she goes next door? How can she help her friends? It seems to me that Manman can't get along with her childhood."
Qin Gege recalled that she had just eaten, had a scalpel in her childhood, and Manshu had vomited.
She accompanied Manshu to the bathroom, and she could see that Manshu's discomfort was not an act.
"Then you are wrong. I think it's just that my childhood brother likes to play with Manshu, and he has no ill intentions towards her."
On Manshu's side, he returned to Yan Zhan's villa with his childhood.
Neither of them spoke.
Childhood took the initiative to wash the fruit and put it in front of Manshu: "Okay, at the dining table just now, I didn't mean to scare you with the scalpel. Little sister, don't be angry. Being angry can easily make you ugly!"
He sighed, finally realizing what it means to take care of a child.
"I am not angry."
Manshu frowned, twisted a grape and stuffed it into his mouth.
She was really not angry, she just couldn't overcome her fear and disgust of the scalpel.
What utensils are used to eat is a matter of childhood, and it actually has little to do with her.
"Then you smile?"
When I was young, I didn't believe that she wasn't angry, so I planned to peel a mangosteen for her.
I subconsciously wanted to take out the scalpel.
He glanced at Manshu, then quietly retracted his hand and replaced it with a fruit knife.
He looked at Manshu again and found that she didn't react at all to the fruit knife, and she was already thinking about it.
He peeled off the mangosteen three times and handed it to Manshu.
"Here, if you eat this mangosteen, I will be my brother to apologize to you!"
"I'm sorry for scaring our little Manshu kid!"
What he said was scary, Manshu's eyes flashed and he ate the mangosteen.
After she finished eating, Childhood said: "Do you have any psychological shadow about the scalpel?"
Manshu raised his head and glanced at him, frowning, obviously not wanting to mention it more.
The more she didn't say anything, the more curious she became in childhood.
"Have you had surgery before? Or did someone in your family die due to a failed surgery?"
"No." Manshu shook his head.
She felt that she was not answering questions and would keep asking her questions throughout her childhood.
"Then where does your shadow come from?"
He was sure that his judgment was not wrong. This child was obviously very afraid of scalpels.
Last night too!
Last night he burst into Manshu's room, holding a scalpel in his hand, which clearly scared her.
"In my dream." Manshu saw that he kept struggling, and simply said, "In my dream, I was disemboweled, my wrists were cut, and the blood was drained. There was a big gash in my stomach. What kind of surgery?"
The knife is bright and sharp under the light..."
Manshu was clearly stating the facts, but as a child, she thought she was telling a ghost story.
I shivered when I heard it, and shuddered in the dog days of summer.
"Are you sure this is not a story you made up to fool me?"
Who would have such a dream?
Even though I was used to seeing life and death in my childhood, disembowelment was also common in hospitals.
But for some reason, listening to Manshu's description made me feel creepy.