Speaking from the bottom of my heart, I feel very sorry for Xiaomeng, but after all, she is just a beautiful ghost, and if I don't go down to find my wife, it won't have anything to do with her.

Xinya is the heart disease I don't know how to cure. She is different from Xiaomeng, I work with her, and when I come home, I am inseparable, and when I am free, she pesters me to talk about the life of my wife and daughter.

It's not because I don't want to mention the time I spent with my wife in the past, on the contrary, I am willing to look back on those days, and feel that every detail of my life is sad and regretful when I revisit it, but it is more warm.

The problem is that Xinya always likes to interrupt me in the middle of the way, always puts herself in the situation at that time, and even comes up with some lines from the dialogue between me and my wife at that time in my wife's tone and way, which makes me think that I am not reminiscing, but really in the historical moment of the past, which makes me more and more worried that Xinya's spirit will be wrong.

When she didn't move to live with me, maybe she didn't have so much contact and didn't live so closely, and she didn't notice that Xinya had so many strange behaviors, but after living with me, I found that her condition was really getting worse and worse.

"Did you cross over or did I cross over?"

Once, after the above substitution situation, I asked Xinya like this.

Xinya squinted her eyes and thought about it, and suddenly stood up with a "hey" and said: "It seems to be really a crossing, I said how can I be so familiar with some scenes, I must have crossed over to your wife, I didn't know it before, and I was embarrassed to say it." ”

"Hey, the more you talk about it, the more energetic you get, the crossing is made up in the novel, you really take it seriously!"

"Ahh ”

"Have you been in this situation a lot before?"

"Before?" Xinya looked at me with her eyes wide in confusion, "Which before?" ”

"It's just... Until my company knows me?"

"Sometimes... Yes... No... , I can't say clearly. Xinya was a little impatient.

This chat was a joke, and no one mentioned it again or thought about it.

Later, after thinking about it carefully, I may still blame me for telling Xinya too many details of my past life, and these things are piled up in her head, and the impact of her car accident sequelae is likely to be a mess.

I decided not to tell Xinya about my past life as much as possible in the future.

"Tell me your story again!"

The idea of not telling her a story was still hot, and Xinya came up with a smile on her face.

When a woman probably likes a man, she is interested in everything about his past and is willing to learn about everything, at what age she is weaned, and at what age she does not wet the bed. Xiaomeng is like this, I think Xinya is no exception, although she is not as straightforward as Wenwen, nor as bold as Xiaomeng, but I feel that Xinya has gone further than Xiaomeng and Wenwen with silent actions, which can be seen from the depth of Xinya's involvement in my personal life after reluctantly accepting our brother-sister relationship, no wonder Wenwen is very unaccustomed to her hostess's style.

"Then you're going to make trouble halfway through the talks?" I still couldn't bear to refuse Xinya's request directly.

"Promise not, I swear!" Xinya raised her right palm in a decent manner.

"Words count!"

So I started talking:

At that time, I was in the field because of work, picking up and dropping off my children to and from school, coming and going in extracurricular classes, inside and outside the house, of course, my wife was alone, she was also a very strong person, and she never refused to fall behind in her work, and she was an excellent teacher every year.

After she sent her daughter to the after-school class that night, she drove back home to do housework, and when it was time to pick up her daughter at 9 o'clock in the evening, it was raining so hard that she could hardly see out the window, and she could only vaguely see the lights of other cars. When the wife's car made a left turn under the Stone Bridge, it was hit from the side by a car rushing up from the left, and the left rear door of the wife's car collapsed into a large piece.

The wife is generally calm and calm, but sometimes she will panic when she catches up with something urgent. When she called me, she cried nervously, saying that it was the woman who entered her lane and hit her car, but she said that it was her wife who was stealing the road with her. The reason why my wife is so nervous and crying is because her daughter is so young, and it is a rainy night, other people's children have been picked up, and my daughter is a little girl waiting alone downstairs in the classroom at night, safety is one thing, how frightened she will be psychologically!

As a last resort, his wife had no choice but to take the responsibility, and it was estimated that it would not be dawn until the traffic police came.

"It's entirely the woman's responsibility, and it doesn't make sense at all. My daughter is only so old, how can I rest assured that she will be left alone at night?" Before she could finish speaking, Xinya became emotional, her face red.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong? I had to admit that I was unlucky, and later I spent a day repairing her car, and I felt wronged when I thought about it. ”

After listening to the first half of Xinya's sentence, I thought she was fighting for his wife, but after listening to the second half of the sentence, I couldn't calm down.

"How do you know about spending a day repairing a car?"

"I took a day off for this, how could I not know!"

I don't know if she really knows how to read minds or if her brainwaves are highly compatible with mine, this sense of substitution is too strong, right?

Because every time I think of this incident, I feel very remorse and guilt, and it is not good for me to be interrupted by Xinya, so I can't help but lose my temper and ask her:

"Who the hell are you?"

Probably because my expression scared her, Xinya shrank back and frowned, "Who am I? Why do you ask me that?"

Then Xinya looked around the room again, as if she had been to a strange place for the first time.

"How do you know what I haven't told yet, what's going on?" I continued yelling at her.

"Didn't you tell me this, what are you yelling at me!" Xinya felt aggrieved.

"I'm telling you it's raining and the car is scratching, but have I told you about my wife going to repair the car?

Xinya also lost her temper: "I'm not your wife, you didn't tell me, how could I know!"

I was so angry that I couldn't speak.

I don't think I told her about it before.

Could it be that I have a problem and misremember?

After a while, Xinya came to me, looked at me with a big sister, and said, "Okay, if you want to be angry, you can send it, I don't blame you, I know that you may blame yourself for not being able to help your wife in that situation." ”

It's like I'm sick!

I was still a little angry: "If you want me to talk about our past in the future, you'd better not interrupt, and I won't talk about it in the future." ”

Xinya nodded again and again in agreement, and said, "I promise not to interrupt." ”

Later, my mood returned to normal, and I asked Xinya tentatively, and I said how you seem to be able to predict the prophet, and you know what I didn't say.

Xinya said, where do I know anything, but when you speak, sometimes a certain scene appears in my mind, but the time is very short, and then it disappears.