"Jiang Jiang, how about I take him to the side to play?"

"No problem."

Wen Yiren took Zhou Jinran's hand and walked to the side under the big tree, squatted in front of him on his knees, and put his hands on Zhou Jinran's shoulders, "Tell my sister, what's your name?" ”

"My name is Zhou Jinran."

"Nice name, did you say you often see an aunt following you?"

Zhou Jinran nodded, "Can you tell my sister in detail, where did you see her?" ”

"When my dad drove me, she would sit next to me, sometimes playing in kindergarten, she would stand not far away, that aunt was so scary, and my sister was scared."

Wen Yiren patted Zhou Jinran's junior, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it must be your bodyguard, who specializes in protecting you." ”

"Really?"

Wen Yiren nodded, "Is that auntie still there?" ”

Zhou Jinran shook his head, "It's gone now." ”

It's gone?

After chatting with Zhou Jinran for a while, when his mood calmed down, Wen Yiren was about to take him to gather with the large army, Zhou Jinran suddenly grabbed Wen Yiren tightly, trembling all over, "Sister, that, that aunt is here again." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the swing.

Wen Yiren looked over and frowned.

On one of the swings, a woman in a red dress was sitting.

The woman was holding a black umbrella, which obscured most of her face, and only her chin could be faintly seen, and the skin of her chin was sickly white.

"My sister is her, that weird aunt always likes to follow me, I'm afraid."

As if she hadn't heard the conversation between the two, the woman sat on the swing and swayed.

"Yiren, what are you talking about, Zhou Jinran is going to go back to the classroom."

Jiang Yurun trotted over, "Hey, there's no wind today, why did this swing shake up by itself?" ”

As he spoke, he was about to help him, but Wen Yiren hurriedly spoke, "Jiang Jiang." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Isn't it time to go back to the classroom, you can take him back."

"Oh, okay, pleasant, you find a place to sit for a while, I'll get off work soon."

"Okay."

When Jiang Yurun took Zhou Jinran away, Wen Yiren walked to the swing and sat down next to the woman in the red dress.

She clasped her hands tightly and shook her toes lightly against the ground.

The woman next to her is still holding an umbrella, Wen Yiren can faintly see her side face, her appearance is good, but the skin color is too white, and the white is abnormal.

"Can you see me?"

The woman spoke suddenly.

"Why else do you think I'm sitting here?"

"Hehe, I'm a ghost, aren't you afraid?"

"You're not a ghost."

The woman suddenly slowly removed the umbrella and turned her head to look at Wen Yiren.

Wen Yiren's eyebrows moved, no wonder Zhou Jinran wanted to say that this woman was terrible.

She's really good-looking, but she doesn't have eyeballs.

Yes, her eyes were pitch black, and there was nothing.

"You can wear sunglasses, it's easier than holding an umbrella."

The woman smiled lightly, "It seems that you are really not afraid of me." ”

Wen Yiren didn't speak, waiting for her to follow.

"My name is Fang Ling, Jinran's mother."

What?

This female ghost is Zhou Jinran's mother?

"Since it's his mother, why do you always show up to him and scare him?"

Fang Ling suddenly sobbed, but she didn't have eyeballs, it was really terrifying to cry like this.

"Why don't you restore the way you were when you were alive, at least look good."

"No, I'm going to keep doing this, I'm going to remind myself how miserable I was dying, I'm going to watch that dog man and woman die badly."