Listening to Xinle's words, Kumu felt that if Teacher Xinle was still alive, the relationship between the two must be very good.
Unknowingly, Kumu felt that things were developing in a strange direction. Teacher Bing Lingxinle had not stopped talking about his daughter, and there was no sign of stopping.
As a last resort, Kumu stretched out his hand and stopped Teacher Xinle's unending words.
Kumu thinks that all parents in the world are the same. Once they talk about their children, they will talk endlessly.
Through this, Kumu can probably know Teacher Xinting's attitude towards his mother's disappearance.
In this way, Kumu could reasonably seek help from Teacher Xinting, bid farewell to Teacher Xinle, and Kumu was ready to leave the school.
Touching his pocket, Kumu found that his mobile phone had been left in the classroom. Kumu had no choice but to turn back to the classroom.
Arriving at the classroom, Kumu found the lights on and asked, "Is there anyone who throws away things like me?"
Kumu walked to the front of the classroom and looked inside. The voice was still very familiar to Kumu, it was Xin Ting.
Xinting walked around the classroom, looking for something.
Dead Tree stopped and hid in the shadows, observing Xin Ting's every move.
"Why do you think I'm like a thief? I'm just here to get my phone." Kumu couldn't help complaining to himself.
Xinting walked to Kumu's seat and sat down. Xinting found Kumu's mobile phone left here.
Xin Ting sighed, feeling helpless and careless.
"You can even leave your cell phone behind."
Xinting was about to put it in her pocket, but found that her custom-made light blue silk Hanfu had no pockets.
"Forget it." Xinting decided to call Kumu directly and was about to take out her mobile phone to make a call.
"Wait a minute, I don't seem to have my phone with me, and I don't seem to have his number."
Xin Ting realized again that she did not have Gu Mu’s phone number.
After looking at the dead wood outside the window, he couldn't help but be shocked, "Even if you know my phone number, my phone is also in your hand."
Kumu's eyes widened, feeling that Xin Ting suddenly became a little dazed. Fortunately, Xin Ting didn't have her own phone, otherwise she would probably be even more embarrassed when her phone rang.
At this time, Kumu noticed that there was a drop of water beside him. Kumu's brain sent out an emergency signal and instantly pulled Kumu into the moment when he saw the drop of water.
"In the examination room, Teacher Xinting's summoning started with a drop of water."
Kumu reacted quickly subconsciously and assumed a walking posture, pretending that he had just arrived here.
Snap!
The door of the classroom was opened immediately after Kumu took his position. Xinting leaned out of the classroom, turned her head and saw Kumu.
Kumu felt lucky, "That water droplet was indeed used by Teacher Xinting for investigation. Teacher Xinting's sensitivity cannot be underestimated."
"Have you just arrived?" Xin Ting asked Kumu with an interrogating look and tone.
Deadwood's natural acting skills are online, with an unchanging expression, "I just came here. I left my phone in the classroom, so I came over to take a look."
Xin Ting's inability to hear Kumu's voice helped Li Kumu a lot. Since she couldn't hear Kumu's voice, she couldn't continue to doubt him according to the current situation.
Xin Ting's face immediately changed. As a smile spread on her face, her eyes became crooked.
Xinting took out the mobile phone that was already in her hand and handed it to Kumu, and asked, "Be careful next time and don't lose it again."
Kumu took the phone, smiled and said thanks, "Thank you, Teacher Xinting."
Kumu, who had been trying to find Xin Ting for a day without success, now realized that he and Xin Ting were alone at this moment, which was the perfect opportunity to ask.
"Teacher." Kumu said directly.
"Huh?" Xinting looked at the dead wood.
"Now we are alone with Teacher Xinting, so I have something to say to Teacher Xinting."
When Xin Ting heard Ku Mu's words, she immediately became uneasy. At night, the two of them were alone, and there were some things that could only be said now. As a young and healthy woman who had not had any love experience, it was easy for her to think wrongly.
"Wait a minute, we just met. Although dead wood is very special, let me prepare."
Xin Ting's face turned red, as shy as a flower.
"We haven't known each other for a long time, and we are still teachers and students, so we have no emotional basis. What if we don't answer him properly and make him unable to recover in the future..."
Xinting's brain is now being bombarded with love problems, and she can't think normally.
Kumu was shocked when he heard Xinting's words of preparation, "You really need to be prepared when discussing your deceased mother."
Looking at Xinting Kumu, who was squirming, she was a little puzzled, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
"Ready." After the two stood facing each other for a long time, Xinting finally made up her mind.
"Well, this topic is very serious, especially for Teacher Xinting, so she really needs to prepare."
Ku Mu's words gave Xin Ting a big misunderstanding. Xin Ting's heart was like a torrential rain and an angry sea.
"Seriousness is very important to me."
Kumu said: "Does Teacher Xinting hope to find the murderer who caused her mother to disappear?"
"Looking for the murderer who made her mother disappear." Xin Ting slowly repeated Ku Mu's words. Maybe Ku Mu's words were too serious, and Xin Ting's restless heart calmed down instantly.
Xinting slapped herself with her hand as punishment for her random thoughts.
"I should be punished for thinking about such a serious topic."
Xinting's actions frightened Kumu, "Is this topic too impactful? How about we talk about it another day." Kumu couldn't help but think in his heart.
Xinting looked at Kumu, she was curious as to why Kumu came to discuss her mother's disappearance with her.
Kumu also understood that once he told Xin Ting about this matter, it would mean that his abilities would be exposed to a large extent.
But there was no way, it was necessary to catch the man.
Kumu took a deep breath and said those words again, "I promise that we can catch the murderer who caused the teacher's mother to disappear."
Xin Ting looked at Kumu's eyes. Kumu's eyes were as clear as moonlight and as clear as lake water. There were no doubts or distracting thoughts. It was a look that wanted people to believe.
"I can see souls, so I can also see the soul of the teacher's mother who is still on this campus."
As soon as these words came out, Xin Ting was shocked. In her knowledge, Kumu had no supernatural powers, but Kumu now told her that he had a rare psychic ability. This news would make anyone regret and shocked.
"Why are you telling me? No one knew about this originally."
"Because it's about Teacher Xinting's mother, so it's naturally necessary."
Kumu's answer left Xinting speechless.
Speaking of this, an idea flashed through Xinting's mind. She wanted to see her mother's soul.
Kumu seemed to understand Xin Ting's thoughts and told Xin Ting, "It's okay if you want to, but it shouldn't be visible."
Xin Ting knew that her supernatural power was not psychic and that she could not see her mother who had become a soul. Even so, Xin Ting wanted to see her mother, or to be precise, to feel her.
Kumu looked at Xinting's eagerness to see her mother, which was touching. No one would miss the opportunity to see the deceased.
Kumu felt the difference between Xinting and himself in this regard.
Kumu left the classroom first, and Xinting followed immediately.
Arriving at the place where I saw Xin Le before, Dead Tree looked around.
Ku Mu told Xin Ting that it would take some time to find her, and asked her not to be too anxious.
"Yeah." Xin Ting nodded in agreement.
Xin Ting shivered unnaturally at the next moment, and her heart seemed to be stopped by a voice at that time, a voice that was once very familiar but now seemed a bit unfamiliar.
Xin Ting and Ku Mu, who had no psychic abilities, turned back at the same time. If Ku Mu relied on his own abilities to find Xin Le, then Xin Ting relied entirely on her own feelings.
On this lonely night, the wind seemed particularly deserted.
Xinting stood in the wind, facing the place where no one was, and stood there for a long time. Her heart told her that there was the person she wanted to see most in front of her.
Xinting opened her mouth slightly and asked Kumu, "Is there someone standing in front of me?"
Kumu looked at the front which was not empty to him, and told Xin Ting with certainty, "Your feeling is right, Teacher Xinle is standing there."
After listening to Kumu's words, Xinting's tears no longer pooled in her eyes, but flowed down without hesitation. Even if she couldn't see her, she could feel that her mother was right in front of her.
"Um...Mom, I became...teacher..." Tears seemed to have taken away the moisture in her mouth, and Xinting now felt extremely thirsty.
The words that originally only lasted a few seconds came out intermittently in Xinting's mouth, and it took nearly a minute to say them out. Kumu knew that Xinting didn't need to care about anything. Xinting already had a more important identity than a teacher.
, a mother's daughter.
So no matter how Xinting cries or feels sad, the people in front of Xinting will always comfort her.
Xinting told her mother that she should realize her own value like her.
Xinle listened to Xinting's words and just nodded repeatedly. Xinle knew that even if she spoke, Xinting would not be able to hear her.
Kumu stepped forward and told Xinle, "How can I just let Teacher Xinting speak? I hope Teacher Xinle can also say a few words."
Xinle knew what Kumu was thinking. What Xinle said, let Kumu say it again, in order to achieve the purpose of communication between the yin and yang realms.
Xinting cried and spoke to the air, and she also knew that even if her mother made a sound, she would not be able to hear it.
Kumu finally spoke, "It's good to be a teacher. I used to think you would only do something based on what your mother does."
Although the words did not come from Xinle's mouth, Xinting cried even more than before when she heard these words. She knew that this was her mother's reply to her.
"Be your teacher, my good daughter, and don't miss me in the future."
Dead wood continues to serve as Xinle's microphone, and Xinle hopes that Xinting will not miss the deceased too much.
Xinle only said three short sentences. Xinle didn't want to say more. She was afraid that if she continued to say more, she would burst into tears like her daughter. If she could, she would even want to stand up and talk to her daughter who she hadn't seen for a long time.
Talk more, but talking too much now will only hinder the two of them.
After Xinle took one look at his daughter, he left without looking back.
Ku Mu did not persuade Xin Ting, who was crying so much, but stayed by her side silently, watching this sad beauty quietly.
Xinting seemed to feel that she was crying unhappily, so regardless of Kumu's opinion, she hugged Kumu and continued to cry.
Kumu didn't enjoy the feeling of a beautiful woman throwing herself into her arms. Now he had no choice. Kumu thought in his heart, "Since Teacher Xinting is sad, let's just hug her if we are sad enough."