Xia Shihan, who personally ordered Cao Ning to be recalled, was thinking a lot at this moment.
She sat in front of the dressing table, stroking her belly with one hand, holding a photo in the other hand and getting lost in memories, and from time to time she couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
Unknowingly, she and Cao Ning had been separated for more than three months, and recalling this period of time seemed like a dream.
Xia Shihan looked at the young man in the photo who was holding a braised pig head and grinning like a fool, and couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering.
"This guy... I haven't seen him for so long and I don't know if he has matured a bit. Will he still be as annoying as before?"
...
The time came to the Hungry Ghost Festival a year ago.
At that time, Xia Shihan had just completed her freshman year. As a key training target of the school, and at the same time responsible for the appearance of Jianghai University, she could be said to be a star-studded existence.
Whether she is walking on the green field of campus or attending various social gatherings of celebrities, she is the most dazzling star.
There are as many suitors as crucian carp crossing the river, and there are many second-generation officials and second-generation rich people.
But with such superior conditions, Xia Guoan found an unknown "small town title writer" for her.
Although Xia Shihan is not the kind of person who dislikes poverty and loves wealth, this kind of arranged marriage makes her feel breathless.
For this reason, Xia Shihan quarreled with Xia Guoan for the first time in her life, and even ran away in anger.
"I don't want to marry him. It's impossible in this life, and it's impossible in the next life."
"Shihan, come back here!"
Facing Xia Shihan who ran out of the house angrily, Xia Guoan was so angry that his blood pressure soared on the spot and he passed out.
By the time he woke up, Xia Shihan had already gone to nowhere.
Xia Shihan, who ran out of the house, was walking aimlessly on the street alone, with tears on her face already forming traces of tears.
The eyes were slightly red and swollen, which was enough to prove how sadly she had cried before.
Her father, who usually dotes on her, actually lets her marry a stranger she has never met.
Xia Shihan could not accept such a change no matter what.
Walking on the streets of the old city, Xia Shihan's lonely figure was reflected under the yellowish incandescent lamp.
Looking at the empty street, she couldn't remember how she got all the way here.
The cool evening breeze blew up the corners of her light yellow skirt, and her swaying hair on the temples was beating like a smart elf. Her delicate face and fair skin were even more charming under the incandescent lamp.
Xia Shihan ran out of the house in anger and didn't know where to go now, so she wandered on the street.
On the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival, there were very few pedestrians on the road.
Even if we meet a few people occasionally, they will hurry up and rush home. No one wants to stay outside.
"Strange, why are they so afraid of me?"
Xia Shihan met several people along the way, but after seeing her with long hair, red eyes and a few tears on her face, they all kept a distance from her.
Xia Shihan was extremely puzzled!
I was about to take out my phone and take a photo, but found that I didn't bring anything with me.
"Hey, what is this?"
At this moment, a small takraw ball rolled to Xia Shihan's feet.
Xia Shihan picked it up curiously and didn't bother to look at it. At this time, a child less than half a person's height ran up to her.
The little boy raised his tender hands and grinned: "Sister, mine, mine, that, that's mine!"
With a smile on her face, Xia Shihan knelt down and touched the little boy's head, "Kid, why are you still playing outside alone so late? Mom will be worried if you don't go home."
"My, my..."
The little boy did not answer Xia Shihan, but kept raising his hand to ask for the sepak takraw ball.
"You want this ball, then give it to you!"
Xia Shihan smiled and was about to hand the sepak takraw ball to the little boy when another middle-aged woman ran past her.
"I'm sorry, girl, did you dirty your clothes?"
"Um???"
Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Xia Shihan stood up and looked at herself curiously, then shook her head: "No, no, is there any problem?"
Hearing Xia Shihan's negative answer, the middle-aged woman seemed relieved, patted her heart and said guiltily.
"I'm sorry, girl, I just burned some paper toys on the street, and for some reason, the ashes were blown here."
"Burn toys?"
"yes!"
Seeing Xia Shihan's confused face, the middle-aged woman explained with red eyes: "My son died in a car accident on this street half a month ago. Today happens to be his birthday, so I prepared toys for him and wanted to burn them."
Give it to him."
"Your son???"
Hearing these words, Xia Shihan felt as if she had been shocked by an electric shock, and she stayed there with her mouth open and motionless.
If what the woman in front of me said is true, then who is the little boy who just asked for a sepak takraw ball?
When Xia Shihan turned back to look at the little boy in front of her, she found that he had left without knowing when, and he didn't even make a sound.
Xia Shihan realized something was wrong, lowered her head and looked at the sepak takraw ball in her hand, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
"ah..."
Xia Shihan was so frightened that she screamed!
There was no takraw ball in her hand at this moment, but a ball of black ashes that had been burnt to ashes.
Xia Shihan quickly dusted off the ashes in her hands, her nervous eyes became dull and empty.
The middle-aged woman was very curious when she saw her appearance, so she asked her about the situation: "Girl, what's wrong with you?"
"I, I, I..."
Xia Shihan was so nervous that she could not speak.
The middle-aged woman obviously realized something was wrong. She frowned and looked around, then whispered into Xia Shihan's ear.
"Girl, today is the Ghost Festival, the day when the gates of ghosts are wide open. You, you must have met a ghost, right?"
"..."
It was okay not to say this sentence, but Xia Shihan became even more nervous after saying it.
If the element of prank is excluded, then it is obvious that she really hit a ghost.
Thinking of this, Xia Shihan choked up and said nervously: "I, I seemed to have seen your son just now!"
"What!!!"
The middle-aged woman was shocked after hearing this. She subconsciously took two steps back and looked around in panic.
Then he knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Xiao Hao, Xiao Hao, is it you? Is it really you? Mom is here, mom is here..."
No matter how much the middle-aged woman shouted, the little boy never appeared again.
But this frightened Xia Shihan. She never dreamed that one day she would meet a ghost.
After shouting for a while, maybe the middle-aged woman was really tired. She collapsed on the ground, and after a while she seemed to realize something.
I saw her running over like crazy, pulling Xia Shihan and running away.
"Girl, you can't stay here any longer. You're being targeted by a ghost. Go away quickly. Go away quickly. Don't look back."
