He looked up at the tomb ghost sitting on the tombstone.
Why?
Her eyes were full of doubts.
Why do my father, grandparents, and grandparents all say there is no Ah Piao?
Can't they see Ah Piao?
Why?
Why, Ah Piao?
...
Compared with the girl's head full of questions, the Tomb Ghost didn't have the slightest surprise.
Originally...it's just that girls who can see it are special.
Special... always less.
The vast majority of humans cannot see it.
It almost forgot this.
When he saw the girl, he drifted over without thinking anything.
It didn't react until the girl introduced it to her family and introduced her family to it.
It even noticed the change in the human expression faster than the girl.
After a moment of confusion, it quickly understood the reason.
It floated back to the tombstone.
Perhaps, looking at the girl, the tomb ghost felt a little apologetic. It probably caused some trouble for the girl.
The girl gave it a gift.
It received its first gift from a human being from a girl.
Even among humans who can see it, girls are special.
It doesn't want girls to get into any trouble because of it.
...
The grave ghost's unchanging expression made the girl vaguely understand something.
Ah Piao...do you know that dad and the others can't see it?
Is this normal?
And the self that can see Ah Piao...is abnormal?
...
"Nanny."
Grandma called to her granddaughter who seemed to be in a daze, "Come here and offer incense to your mother."
"oh."
The girl shook her head and walked towards her grandmother.
The woman in the photo on the tombstone is all too familiar.
"Mother......"
The girl murmured softly.
I couldn't help but ask in my mind the doubts I had just had, "A'Piao...Why can't dad and the others see A'Piao?"
"Are there any conditions required to see Ah Piao?"
Girl guesses.
"......Mother......"
The girl who naturally didn't get any response smiled bitterly, "Did you give Ah Piao specifically to me, as a friend of mine?"
"So only I can see it?"
The woman in the photo smiled softly, but could not give the girl any answer.
The girl blinked her eyes, then blinked again, and blinked away some of the mist in front of her eyes.
I always feel a little uncomfortable.
At first, the joy of meeting Ah Piao faded a bit.
…
When leaving, the girl was left behind and turned to look behind her.
She wanted to say something to Ah Piao.
It was rare for them to meet each other, but they didn't even have a chance to talk.
At least in the end, she wanted to say goodbye to Ah Piao.
And, make an appointment to meet next time.
But……
"Nanny!"
Grandma noticed that the girl was not following her. She turned around and saw the girl's appearance, her face turned ugly for a moment.
She walked quickly to the girl's side, took her arm, and said, "Let's go."
"Ah, grandma?"
The girl was forced to follow the old man's strength and walked forward, looking anxiously at A'Piao who was always sitting on the tombstone.
She struggled subconsciously, "But..."
"No buts."
The old man's attitude was firm.
The girl's somewhat panicked sight was blocked by the man who walked over immediately.
"Nanny, look ahead as you walk."
The girl's father didn't seem to notice that the girl wanted to look around his figure, and frowned slightly, "What does it look like to let your grandma pull you around?"
"……Did you hear me?"
Seeing that the girl didn't react to his words, the man asked again in a deep voice.
"Nanny, be obedient."
Grandpa and grandpa tried to persuade the girl.
Grandma walked in front with her grandson in her arms.
Then he turned around and urged, "Why don't you leave quickly?"
"The road will be more congested later."
…
The girl stopped struggling.
Everyone is stopping her.
Just like everyone said before that there was no Ah Piao and looked at her strangely.
She is isolated and helpless.
No one believed her.
She bit her lower lip.
I wanted to take one last look at Ah Piao, but what I saw was still my father.
"Let's go, Nannan."
Grandma held the girl's hand and walked forward step by step, "Have a good rest during the rest of the holiday, or ask dad to take you and your brother out to play."
"Your father is not free. Grandpa and grandma will take you out to play."
"It's just that my grandparents are old and can't go far, so they just take you to nearby parks or mountains to play..."
"How about going to the zoo?"
Grandma had an idea and said, "The zoo is nice..."
The old man kept chattering all the way.
The girl couldn't help but be diverted, and slowly started discussing with her grandmother where to go to play.
…
This time, the tomb ghost did not follow the girl like before until the girl left the mountain.
After all, this time is different from the previous situation.
The girl didn't come alone.
There are so many humans with her.
…
The tomb ghost sat on the tombstone and watched the girl.
It saw the girl's gaze before.
It thought, the girl probably wants to say goodbye to it?
It wants to give the girl a smile.
However, just as the girl's gaze towards it was blocked by the man.
Its gaze towards the girl was also blocked by this man.
For the first time, it felt that the tombstone was really too short.
In fact, it can float into the air.
So the girl can see it.
However, it did not do this.
It just stared at the man's back in a daze.
Listen to what those humans said one by one.
But the girl's voice was never heard.
Then, it discovered that the humans who had stopped started to move again.
Then, it heard the girl's voice.
It seems to be talking about a zoo?
It seems that... in a short period of time, the girl has forgotten it...
The grave ghost held his chin, his eyes a little dazed.
In fact, it's better to forget about it.
It saw what happened to the girl just now.
What one sees is not seeing.
When no one can see it, then those who see it have to pretend not to see it even if they see it.
…
What a fool.
What's the point of arguing with people who can't see?
If they say they can't see it, they can't see it.
So, next time, don’t come with so many people.
Like before, wouldn't it be nice to come alone?
Although grave ghosts like to listen to human beings telling stories.
But I don’t really like the noise and bustle of many human beings gathering together.
Listening to stories requires a quiet environment.
…
Finally, the tomb ghost floated high into the sky.
It lowered its eyes, looking for the girl.
The foot of the mountain is bustling with people and people.
Noisy and lively.
The air is filled with the smell of incense.
It took a rough scan of the crowd at the foot of the mountain and found no trace of the girl.
It frowned slightly and searched around more carefully.
still none.
The wrinkles between Tomb Ghost's brows deepened.
Just when it thought the girl had left and wanted to give up, it discovered the girl.
