Time kept flowing like quicksand through the gaps in his fingertips, and Bai Tang's movements on the stool had changed various postures, from leaning to lying down to lying down, and when Jiang Futing raised his eyes again, only half of his head could be seen on the table.

He leaned back in his chair, relying on the arms on both sides to support him so that he didn't really fall to the ground.

Jiang Futing couldn't figure out how he did it, anyway, he was tired for him when he watched it.

Out of boredom, he stretched out his foot and kicked Bai Tang's ass hanging in mid-air.

Bai Tang's eyes, which were half-open and half-closed a second ago, instantly woke up and looked at him angrily.

Jiang Futing then remembered that the two didn't seem to be familiar to this extent, and he looked at the time on his phone embarrassedly, it was already past four o'clock.

When he raised his eyes again, the peach blossom eyes full of sleepiness still looked at him angrily.

"Do you want to call afternoon tea?" Jiang Futing shifted his attention dryly.

"Forget it, I'll wait for dinner." Bai Tang blocked his breath and turned his head away, he was even poorer than himself now, and he had to pay for it himself after ordering.

Then there was a quiet and long wait, and the wooden table, which had been brightly lit by the sun at noon, was now replaced by the quiet and clear moonlight.

Both of them had had dinner for a short time.

Bai Tang leaned on the back of the stool, tilted his head down, and sighed together: "The person you said won't not come, right?" ”

"Wait." Jiang Futing has always been a very patient person, but now it is almost eight o'clock, Rao is him, and there is a trace of torment and loss in his deep eyes.

Not to mention Bai Tang, who was forcibly asked to accompany him, but at the end of the day, the other party didn't even complain, so he couldn't bear it anymore before mentioning it in passing.

Jiang Futing's tone softened slightly: "Before nine o'clock, I'll go back." ”

"I'm fine!" Bai Tang yawned and said, "Anyway, if you don't do anything, you will take five hundred yuan for nothing, and wait until this store gets off work." ”

"Okay, if you're tired, just sleep first."

Not long after Jiang Futing finished speaking, Bai Tang unceremoniously lay on the table and began to nap.

He has always woken up relatively early in the morning, but today Bai Tang got up earlier than him, and the two of them rested quite late last night.

It didn't take long for the people at the table to fall into a state of light sleep, and they should have been really sleepy.

Although he knew that it was impossible for the other party to be sick, Jiang Futing still took off the coat on the hanger and gently covered his body.

Bai Tang closed his eyes peacefully, and his curled eyelashes trembled slightly in the bright moonlight.

Only at this time is the other party's face really peaceful, usually when he is awake, although he often smiles and seems to have no heart, Jiang Futing can always feel the loneliness in the corners of his eyes, the feeling of seeing the world cold.

Although Bai Tang was only in his thirties, his demeanor was as sad as if it had spanned centuries.

Jiang Futing flipped through his mobile phone from time to time, and the afterglow fell on that sleeping face intentionally or unintentionally.

The battery level indicator on your phone is getting smaller and smaller.

"Ding!" outside

The sound of a chime rings.

Bai Tang frowned and opened his slightly hazy eyes.

Jiang Futing turned around and saw that the waiter pushed open a small slit, as if she noticed the person sleeping on the table, she whispered: "There is a lady surnamed Meng looking for it." ”

He nodded, motioned for the waiter to let people in, and then poked the person who was still confused and not fully awake, "People are coming." ”

Bai Tang swayed his head and wiped his face casually, only then did he barely open half of the peach blossom eyes, because he had not fully woken up, the redness at the end of his eyes was more obvious, and there was a little wet wave in his eyes.

Jiang Futing took a few more wet wipes and threw them directly in his face, and the door on the side happened to be completely pushed open by the waiter, and a woman walked in.

The woman was not as old as he imagined, but there was still some grief between her eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes were red and swollen as if she had cried not long ago.

It should be Li Ningru who wasted a lot of moving effort when she persuaded people to come over, so that she could successfully call people over.

Jiang Futing stood up and pulled the table open for her, and said in a calm and soft tone, "Sit down." ”

Ms. Meng's face hadn't stretched since she came in, she sat down slowly, raised her head and asked, "That Miss Li Ningru asked me to come here, she said that my son didn't die of illness, is it true?" ”

"That's right, I asked her to call you." Jiang Futing sat back in his position and said seriously: "I believe you also saw what she showed you, didn't you think about asking for justice to come back?" ”

Ms. Meng sighed, her eyes full of nostalgia and sadness: "People have been dead for so long, how can they seek justice?" Do you have evidence that they killed people directly, not to mention that even if these are useful, they have such a means, and with the movement of their fingers, everyone still has to get in. ”

Is that why she hesitated for a day?

Jiang Futing's dark eyes stared at her: "Then are you willing?" ”

"What if you are willing, what if you are unwilling, it has been almost a year since my son died, I thought I had finally come out, and you dug out the pain in my heart alive." Ms. Meng said with a painful face, "I just want this matter to pass slowly and live my life in peace." ”

"What about your son?" Jiang Futing slowly opened his mouth and said solemnly: "A person who dies in vain cannot be reborn, he is not happy in life, and he is not peaceful in death. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, are you cursing my son?!" Ms. Meng suddenly stood up excitedly, and shouted at him with a red face with anger: "I know that you people are not good things, if it weren't for you people, my son would die?!" ”

"You think I don't know that you are the son of the Jiang family, who knows if your father did these things, you want to turn over your father and find a woman to bewitch me!"

Jiang Futing listened to her sudden fierce accusation, and there was a throbbing pain in his chest, "You calm down first." ”

"Calm down? How do you want me to calm down? That's my son! Not to mention that he was killed, he will be cursed by you people when he dies! "Ms. Meng

The more he talked, the more excited he became, the more painful the expression on his face became, and he propped himself up on the table and cried mournfully, "You people have no conscience!" The heart is gone to make money! ”

"My son was only six years old when he died, I shouldn't have applied for any rescue surgery for him in the first place, he could have lived one more year! How much can he see in this world this year, he hasn't taken a train, he hasn't eaten cake, he doesn't know what it was like in school! He didn't even have time to see what the world was like! ”

Jiang Futing watched her crying out of breath, walked over and hurriedly helped her, her silent eyes stayed on the desperate woman silently, full of indescribable helplessness and sadness.

The woman wants to break free from his shackles, she has been struggling, the room is full of only crying in pain, she seems to have suddenly become a child who has lost an important toy, but what she has lost is her world: "My Haohao has no time to see anything, he has no time to see anything!" ”

"The most place he has been to since he was born is the hospital, I am not afraid of owing money, I can pay it back slowly, and I can also pay it back slowly! But the people are gone, there is nothing! ”

Jiang Futing watched her constantly struggle, banging, and messing around on herself.

Finally she got tired and sat on her knees with blank eyes, sobbing and looking at the floor.

Jiang Futing waited for her to patiently vent all her grievances, he didn't know how long her sadness had been backlogged, but it was probably a long time since she had cried so freely, and she had already cried to the point that she was a little out of strength.

Jiang Futing slowly helped her up, soothed her back, which was still faintly trembling, and said very softly: "I brought him here." ”

Ms. Meng's body paused suddenly, she raised her head, the tears in the corners of her eyes had not yet dried, her skin was dark, her hair and tears were smeared, and she looked a little dirty.

Jiang Futing didn't dislike it, the shirt on his body had long been wet with her tears, he turned his head to look at Bai Tang, who was a little distracted: "Mr. Bai, I'm tired of letting him out." ”

Jiang Futing was a little entangled in his heart before calling him, but he still felt that it was better to call him Mr. Bai, who was polite and kept a good distance.

The unfamiliar title made Bai Tang pause, he glanced at Jiang Futing in a trance, and then slowly took out the rag bag, and a faint black gas instantly floated out of it.

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Futing comforted Ms. Meng, who was a little shocked in her eyes.

As the black gas came out of the cloth bag completely, it slowly became condensed, and then a small human face appeared.

Lu Hao shouted excitedly the moment he saw the woman: "Mom! ”

The little face looked at the woman expectantly, his aggrieved eyes were a little red and almost squeezed out tears, but he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Ms. Meng was stunned, looking at him with some uncertainty, but there was a trace of fear in her excited eyes: "Haohao? ”

The little ghost's appearance was exactly the same as the person she remembered, but his face was extremely pale.

"Mom!" Lu Hao looked at her in a daze, wanted to go up but didn't dare, he was afraid of scaring her, but

He missed his mother's arms, thinking that his mother would talk to him, and he thought about it for almost a year, and he was going crazy.

The little boy is well-behaved and stubborn at this time, which makes people feel even more distressed.

Ms. Meng could no longer hold back the thoughts and memories that poured out of her mind, and she smiled very gently in front of her child with tears in her eyes, and beckoned to him.

Lu Hao finally waited for this moment, he was like a long-lost child, and he couldn't wait to pounce on her, "Mom! I miss you so much! ”

But his body was in the air.

He was stunned in a panic, and then desperately touched his mother up and down in a panic, but he couldn't touch it, so he turned around and looked at Jiang Futing in astonishment: "Big brother, why can't you touch it again?" ”

Bai Tang was also a little distressed when he looked at the little ghost, and couldn't bear to explain: "The ghost qi of the living is different from the ghost qi of the dead, if you don't cultivate the ghost path, it will be gone when you run out." It's a one-time consumable for you. ”

Lu Hao's little face, which was finally full of energy, suddenly fell lonely, and he looked at Jiang Futing with blank eyes, but the ghost aura on Jiang Futing's body had been sealed.

On the contrary, Ms. Meng held a smile and comforted him carefully: "Forget it, I'm very happy to see you again, how have you been doing this year, okay?" Are there any other ghosts bullying you? ”

(End of chapter)