Chapter 17 Scene Restoration
“Step on her mother?!” Shen Dinghai quickly lowered his head and walked around on the ground, taking several steps back at the same time.
"Where is it? Is her mother in this room?!" He was so frightened that his expression almost collapsed, "I didn't mean it!"
Ran Ran knew that her eldest nephew was scared to death. , An An had already attacked him at the stairs, indicating that his behavior occurred before that.
She thought for a while, and finally looked past the thick cement wall and seemed to see the scene outside.
"Is it the muddy ground that my second nephew and I passed when we came in?"
The red talisman clattered immediately, as if in response to Ran Ran's words.
Shen Dinghai was shocked. The feeling of stepping on it seemed to come again. He said that the touch was so loose and soft!
It turns out there is someone buried underneath! There may not be more than one!
Shen Dinghai then thought about it and said, "That's not right! My cousin has obviously passed by there too, why is she only targeting me?"
"An'an, you're not bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, are you?!"
Every time Shen Dinghai finished speaking, Hongzhi's temper became extremely intense. They surged crazily, as if they wanted to get up and slap him a few times.
Ran Ran consciously acted as the translator, "An An said that she would not be angry if she walked on it, because you, the second nephew, messed up the soil."
Shen Dinghai recalled him I couldn't help but sigh at the "following my heart" move of squatting and moving forward with my legs.
Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that this small act would actually cause the ghost to find him, a coward.
He lowered his voice and muttered, "I didn't mean it, I was just careless. Do I need to be so cruel?" He would have died a long time ago!
This time An An did not need to manipulate the red paper, Ran Ran spoke directly.
"The second nephew is wrong to say that. The mud outside is equivalent to An An's mother's grave. It is very impolite to mess up the layout of other people's graves."
Shen Dinghai He also knew that what he did was wrong, but he was unwilling to admit defeat.
"I'm just rude, but she wants to hurt me. No matter how you look at it, she is more at fault."
"Furthermore, who would bury my mother in a place like that? Although no one is here in this residential building now. It’s a haunted house, but there must have been more than one An’an family living there before, right?”
“Everyone who comes and goes will be offended. Does she do this to everyone who messes up the mud?”< br>
The movement of the red paper was much quieter, so I listened carefully with my ears tilted.
"An An said she didn't mean to hurt you at first, she just wanted to scare you. She does this to everyone who disturbs her mother's sleep, so."
"Over time, this building became uninhabitable because of the rumors of being haunted, and it has been abandoned until now."
Shen Dinghai was speechless. It turned out that An An had not targeted him, and the anger in his heart could not dissipate. few.
“But oh, the blowing in the stairway and the ghost hitting the wall are trying to scare me. I can understand that, it’s not the wind behind me, it’s real damage!”
Shen Dinghai As he spoke, he handed the fingers wrapped in paper to Ran Ran, feeling very aggrieved.
"Look, cousin! If it hadn't been for the wind blowing for no reason, I wouldn't have been frightened by the broken leaves, let alone scratched my fingers."
Ran Ran felt the coquettishness from the junior, and her eyes widened in surprise.
Good friend An An was not to be outdone, and seemed to be using all his strength to incite red talismans to accuse Shen Dinghai of his behavior.
Ran Ran nodded as she listened, "So that's it."
On one side were the juniors who were in urgent need of comfort, and on the other were their Guigui friends who had just met each other, Ran Ran instantly felt what her parents said—— Interpersonal stress.
As a cousin and good friend, she must be fair, reconcile conflicts, and satisfy both her second nephew and An An.
"An An said it was windy behind because you called her a coward."
Shen Dinghai opened his eyes wide, "What's wrong with saying coward? She can't hear the word?"
"You can say that Ran Ran's expression slowly changed as she listened, and her eyes became calmer and calmer, "Because An An's mother committed suicide because of these three words."
Shen Dinghai felt like he was struck by lightning, "I don't know that!" Otherwise I definitely wouldn't have said it!" His eyes were filled with annoyance.
He was sincerely sorry, but it was a pity that An An didn't hear it. The incense in the incense burner has burned out, and a small section of incense ash is tilted, peeled off from the remaining stick, poured into the burner, and mixed with the dull ashes before.
The incense burns out and the soul is quiet.
An An has fallen into a peaceful sleep.
She will not wake up unless the person she has formed a bond with makes the next offering.
Ran Ran's face showed a rare solemn look. She looked at the small black box resting on the ground in the center of the room, and the red mark between her eyebrows became increasingly bright.
"We know almost the information, and we can restore the scene."
Shen Dinghai had not yet recovered from the surprise, when he heard the words "scene restoration" and was stunned again.
"Is this a restoration of the scene I understood? A similar story reappeared?"
An An's whispers were still in her ears, and tears welled up in Ran Ran's eyes, "This is a very sad story. Ran Ran doesn’t want to tell the story, and she doesn’t want to tell it in a biased way.”
“Scenario restoration is necessary.”
This was the first time Shen Dinghai saw Ran Ran cry, and it was also the first time he knew that a child's tears could be so sad.
His voice became much softer unconsciously, "Don't cry, cousin."
Ran Ran tried hard to hold back her tears, but those big tears still rolled out of her eyes. , one by one hit the wooden floor, splashing crystal tears.
She looked at Shen Dinghai, her nose red, "Second nephew, do you know why this floor is covered with wooden floors?"
Shen Dinghai looked distressed, "Install wooden floors. They usually consider soundproofing." He looked at the sponge mats of different sizes and colors in the room.
"Is this the reason why we laid out the sponge mat?"
The tears on Ran Ran's face became even more intense. She choked and said, "This is all pretended by An An's stepfather."
"But not out of a stepfather's love for his children but out of wanton harm."
Shen Dinghai's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and a bad suspicion was gradually taking shape in his mind.
He looked at the sponge pads, the wrinkles between his brows deep.
Therefore, those dark marks on the mat and even on the wall, which I don’t know whether they are black or red, are all
Unknowingly, Shen Dinghai’s fist hanging by his side clenched loudly, and the marks on his forehead Veins popped out, and he looked at Ran Ran in disbelief.
"Is that what I thought?"
Ran Ran didn't answer. She closed her eyes and quickly made up her mind with her two little hands. When she put her hands together, she opened her eyes and the air seemed to be filled with Explodes normally.
The ordinary Taoist robe was blown by the wind, and the strong wind also made Shen Dinghai narrow his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene changed rapidly.
The mottled and peeling wall skin returned to the wall, the dark red marks disappeared, and the wall returned to smoothness.
The sponge cushions were removed, the small boxes disappeared, and the room was filled with furniture.
The sun rises and sets outside the window, and the ivy trees all over the wall alternate between withering and blooming.
The scenery stops, and the final scene is fixed on an early morning, with warm sunlight shining in, and the ivy outside the window sunbathing lazily.
A little girl wearing adult clothes stood by the window, reaching out her hand to gently touch the ivy leaves, with a smile on her face that was warmer than the sun.
Ran Ran and Shen Dinghai stood in the room and watched all this quietly.
Although Shen Dinghai has never met An An, an inexplicable feeling guides him, and he knows that this little girl is An An.
The Adam's apple rolled hard, and he said hoarsely, "Hello, An'an."
(End of this chapter)