"She's not my daughter!" the woman yelled! "She's a ghost! She's an evil ghost! If she hadn't gone out and shouted to play, I, Yan'er, wouldn't have followed, and she wouldn't have been trapped by those evil cults.
Catch it, oh...my Yan'er..."
"Madam, please keep your voice down, it's terrible if those people hear it! Hurry, go back to the room!" The uncle was anxious, picked up the woman who was sitting on the ground and was crying, and went to the room...
"Woo... Wu... I killed Sister Yan... Wu..." Ling'er cried in my arms!
"It's none of your business, Ling'er, this is none of your business!" I hugged Ling'er and whispered softly.
Is what the woman just said true? Is Ling'er really not her biological daughter? Where did Ling'er come from? Was she picked up? And that cult? What's going on...[
The uncle walked out of the room and said to me: "Little brother, hurry up and carry Ling'er into the house!"
Ling'er was tired from crying in my arms and had fallen asleep. I carried Ling'er into the house and put her on a wooden bed in the hall.
"Hello, what is the relationship between Ling'er and you? Is she your biological daughter?" I asked the uncle.
"Alas!" The uncle sighed and said: "Ling'er was picked up by Yan'er from somewhere half a year ago. At that time, she had many scars on her body and was in a coma. She finally woke up under Yan'er's care.
Come here, she had already lost her memory!"
"What? Linger is a girl who has lost her memory?" I was surprised.
"Yes! She didn't know anything we asked her. Yan'er's mother was very superstitious and kept saying that she was an unlucky person and asked me to send her away, but Yan'er refused to die, so we only had Yan'er as our daughter.