Chapter 2 Another stagnant soul

People's eyes are the windows of the soul, and their eyes can't deceive people.

After learning about Xiaoming's experience, the sadness naturally revealed by the strange visitors who claimed to be Mr. Xiaoming fell into the eyes of Xiaoming's parents, which made them finally dispel their guard and believe that his visit was really just because of why he didn't go to school for so long.

"Please be sorry for the change. In fact, the child has always been by your side and accompanied you." Before saying goodbye, he looked at Xiaoming with a complicated look and comforted Xiaoming's parents.

"Thank you, Mr. Yue..." Xiaoming's parents just took his words as a comfort. The difference between life and death, yin and yang are separated, how can we be together again? But I don't know that their children are really by their side at this moment...

"Xiao Ming, do you believe your brother?" After leaving Xiaoming's house, he looked at the little boy who was still following him and stopped talking. He is not going to tell the truth to his child, although he is not good at lying.

Tell a naive child that you are dead, and for inexplicable reasons, the dead soul can't report to hell. You can only wander around the world. Soon it will be dissipated by the dissipation of the aura. He really didn't have the courage to tell this truth in the face of a dead soul that was just a child.

"Well, I believe in my brother. But didn't my brother say that his parents just play a game of inconception with Xiaoming? Hasn't this game ended yet? Xiao Ming asked with his eyes shining.

The child's innocence made his nose sore that he could hardly control his emotions. After rubbing the little boy's head, it took several seconds to calm down and slowly said, "Xiao Ming, this is, a very magical thing happened to you. Now no one can see you or hear you. Only very few people like my brother can see you, so your parents think you are not there..."

"Ah! Big brother, do you mean that I have become an invisible person like the children in the cartoon? Xiaoming immediately reacted, jumped up, patted his two pink hands, and shouted excitedly. When watching TV, I also fantasized in my little brain how good it would be if I could be invisible, and I could secretly do things that surprised adults.

Uh! If you understand it this way, there doesn't seem to be a big mistake. He scratched the back of his head and was deeply impressed by the child's imagination. Previously, I was still doubting whether the lies I made up could convince the child.

"Well, that's it. Therefore, Xiaoming, don't run around when you have nothing to do in the future. Stay at home and stay with his parents. Although they can't see Xiaoming or hear Xiaoming, as long as Xiaoming is with them, I think they can feel it. Let my brother find a way to help Xiaoming restore his previous appearance, okay?

The shame in his heart is beyond his. In the face of such a naive child lying, it is really a test of his conscience! However, one thing is not a lie. He will really find a way to help Xiaoming, at least to figure out why Xiaoming can't go to hell, and try to send him to hell to report before Xiaoming disappears.

"Well, I listen to the big brother, but the big brother must come to see Xiaoming often when he is free. It's so lonely to be alone tomorrow." The pitiful appearance of the little boy made his heart tremble again.

"Don't worry, if you are free, I will definitely come to see Xiaoming." He squatted in front of Xiaoming and promised.

"Then let's pull it!" The little boy's face flashed with the cunning that is especially childlike. If you pull the hook, you can't be naughty...

"Good! "We hooked" He stretched out his little finger and hooked it with the little boy's delicate fingers, and smiled very brightly at this moment.

After leaving Xiaoming's home, he fell into confusion again and really didn't know where to go! Maybe, go to the police station and ask the police to help find out who you are? As soon as the idea rose, it was immediately rejected by himself.

I instinctively feel that if the police are asked to verify my identity, it will cause trouble to me. There is no reason, just a pure intuition.

Wandering aimlessly in the long night, the confused people continue to be confused...

"Sight~"

A cat call woke him up like a sleepwalker. Only then did he find that he came to a deep and narrow alley. There were some low and dilapidated bungalows on both sides of the alley, and the smell of sewage waste came from his nose. When is there such a place in a prosperous city?

Cat... he suddenly seemed to catch something. It seems that cats have occupied a very important position in their past lives. I frowned and thought deeply, but I got nothing. Who the hell am I...

It was late at night, and there were no street lights in the alley. At this time, most of the people on both sides of the alley had turned off the lights and slept. Only a few remaining lights came out of the gray glass windows, which made him dimly look at the scene in the alley.

A gust of night wind blew, faintly with sad sobs. The wind comes from the north, right in front of it.

Thinking about things and moving forward, the sound of sadness gradually became clear.

"Dad! Why did you go like this? What can we do when you leave?" It sounds like a very young female voice, as if trying to suppress the sadness in her heart.

"Sister... I'm hungry..." The male voice seemed powerful and weak, maybe he was really hungry.

"Brother, as soon as it's dawn, I'll buy you steamed buns... If my brother put up with it, it will be dawn soon."

"Sister...but I haven't eaten for two days..."

More than ten meters ahead, almost all the cement on the outer layer of a low bungalow has peeled off, and the red bricks that should have become blue and black because of the years of wind, sun and rain.

Through the gray glass window, the dim incandescent light weakly leaked into the outer alley. The door of the house is made of old wooden boards. The paint on it has already peeled off and lost its color, and it can't be seen what color it was. On both sides of the door, there was a pair of white couplets, probably because they were not sticky enough and fluttered in the wind. There is a gray figure with patches on a worn patch at the door...

"Papa, Papa" was quiet in the dead of the night, and his footsteps were particularly clear. It seemed that someone was passing by, and the cring figure turned his head and looked this way, with a sad face and empty eyes.

"Sister, I'm really hungry. I want to eat steamed buns now."

"Brother, can I make you a glass of boiling water?"

"Sister, I don't want boiled water, I want steamed buns, white and fragrant steamed buns..."

There was another dialogue in the room. After hearing the dialogue, the rickeping figure trembled like a sieve and said sadly, "Baby! My poor pair of babies... What can I do?"

When crying came from the wind, he understood that someone must have died in the alley. The dialogue between the sister and brother behind him and the white couplet in front of the door of the dilapidated bungalow made him determine which family had a funeral.

When he saw the ricke figure, he wondered that other people's family had died. How could anyone sit at the door of the funeral home? As a result...

"Uncle, can you tell me what's going on?" He stood in front of the ricke figure and asked. The originally sad figure suddenly shivered and paused for a long time before raising his head, with timidity flashing in his empty eyes.

"You...can you see me? You...you are the Taoist priest, come to collect me?"

It is a face full of years carving countless ravines, recording many coldness and vicissitudes of the world. But now this face is full of fear...

"Uncle, why do you have this idea? I'm just an ordinary person, can I just communicate with you?" He was very helpless. He had heard that people were afraid of ghosts, and it was really the first time he met such a ghost...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was expelled by the urban management, arrested by the industry and commerce, and expelled by the police. I'm used to it. It's good that you're not a Taoist priest. Although I am a ghost now, I have never done anything bad. I just can't bear to part with my poor children, so I sit at my door every night and watch them. I didn't dare to go in for fear that they would see me. But, I, I..."

Speaking of this, I can't go on any further, but with tears filling my face with the ravines left by the vicissitudes of life.

"Uncle, don't be sad. Tell me about your story, maybe I can help." He was moved and thought of a terrible possibility.

"Alas..." He wiped away his old tears, sighed, and began to say with tears.

This dead soul is called Zhang Laohan, and the house is his children. My daughter is 15 years old and a junior high school student. Children are born mentally retarded. After giving birth to a mentally retarded child, the child's mother couldn't stand the hardships of life and ran away with others, leaving Laohan Zhang alone as a father and a mother to pull the two children with a handful of shit.

Zhang Laohan was originally an employee of a small state-owned enterprise. He became a laid-off worker in the days of economic system reform. Forced by life, I had to buy a second-hand tricycle, complete the corresponding equipment, become a pancake, and start a career with urban management guerrillas. Although the income is meager, at least it can feed the family of three and provide for his daughter to study. Laohan Zhang is also satisfied.

It was only a few years ago that Laohan Zhang found that there was something wrong with his body. He didn't tell his child, nor did he plan to go to the hospital for treatment, but endured the pain and continued to sell pancakes with the city management. Who would have thought that the last time I was a guerrilla with the urban management, I would fall down...

As a result of forensic identification, the cause of death was his long-old disease, so there was no state compensation. In the spirit of humanitarianism, Laohan Zhang's afterthought was still paid by the government.

Originally, the family's income was supported by Mr. Zhang. When Mr. Zhang went there, the lives of his children immediately had problems. Although my sister comforted my brother just now, she went to buy steamed buns at dawn, but in fact, my sister didn't have a penny...

Of course, in the case of Laohan Zhang's family, the government has a relief policy. However, a half-old girl and another mentally retarded boy who can't even take care of themselves, how can they understand this! The parties did not take the initiative to apply, and the government rarely took the initiative to send it to the door.

I only blame myself for thinking that I could support them by my own labor and not finding a way for the baby as soon as possible. At that time, if Hou applied for a subsistence allowance or something from the street office, he would not have let the poor children fall into a day when they could not make a living from white-faced steamed buns...

After listening to Laohan Zhang's crying, his ominous thoughts in his heart became stronger after sympathy...

Xiaoming is not a case, and Laohan Zhang should not stay in the world in this situation!