The answer was completely unexpected.

"Ning Ning has no parents anymore, she can't lose me or her grandfather anymore."

"You're embarrassed to say that you can't lose you and Grandpa An, you are away all the year round and never come back, what's the difference between this and not having your brother?"

An Xuan didn't get angry at my reproachful words, and a little melancholy appeared on his face.

It's as if I've been right.

"I'm right, right? Right? ”

An Xuan suddenly looked at me and said flatly, not a little fluctuating in his words: "If I remain strong and strong, the temporary separation will become a permanent separation." ”

These words made me feel a thunderbolt strike in my heart.

I know what he means, totally.

He went out to practice, it was only a short separation, as long as he was strong enough, he could return from his studies. But...... Once he doesn't have that strong strength, it will be possible for him to follow the same path as his parents in the future.

He died because he encountered a powerful demon that was invincible.

I didn't know how to answer what he said, and I really didn't think that there was such a possibility.

"Moreover, I know that Ning Ning doesn't want to learn to exorcise ghosts, so I have to take her and work harder." His tone was calm, but his words shocked me.

It was also because of his words that I felt that An Ning needed to listen to his words and forgive him.

An Xuan had made so many sacrifices in order to protect her and his sister, and now he couldn't even get An Ning's understanding, and he was under so much pressure and burden alone.

I walked by the cupboard, picked a wreath, and prepared to find paper in the store, write down the words of worship, and paste it.

"I've changed my opinion of you."

As I wrote, I glanced at An Xuan and said, "I always thought that you were an irresponsible person, but after listening to what you said just now, I believe you." ”

"At the same time, I understood something."

I carefully wrote a column of words vertically on the paper and pasted the note on the wreath.

"What."

An Xuan was leaning against the half-open roller shutter door, smoking a cigarette with his back to me.

I took the money out of my pocket, put it on the counter where I had been collecting it, pressed it down with my glass, and walked towards him.

"A lot of people do a lot of things that seem to fail others, but they are not." I paused, and continued, "They all have their own agendas, and as a bystander, I don't know what you're really about, so I shouldn't be prejudiced against you. ”

An Xuan spit out a puff of cigarette and didn't look at me, but what he said surprised me: "I have also changed my opinion of you." ”

"I always thought that you had bad intentions, even if I knew that you were the queen of Hades, our mission as an exorcist was actually no different from the yin of the underworld, there was no hostile relationship, but people and ghosts have different paths after all, even if you are a living person, but since you are the queen of Hades, then you are equivalent to half a ghost."

"And the aura of the underworld you carry on you will affect the living."

I listened quietly as he continued.

"But all your actions have made me know that you are not a bad person."

This sentence directly made me laugh, and I said angrily and funny: "I am not." ”

"The relationship between An Ning and me can be described as a relative, I don't know why you are so hostile to me as soon as you see me."

"Perhaps, Sister Protector is heartfelt."

I raised my eyebrows and said, by the way, I glanced at him a little narrowly, and saw that his fingers holding the cigarette shook, and the whole person was uncomfortable.

With a smile in my eyes, I walked out with a wreath and seemed to be careless: "I'm fine, let's go." ”

An Xuan dusted off the cigarette very casually and threw it on the ground, and I could still see its lit flames.

He easily closed the roller shutter and we were about to head to the orphanage, but before leaving, I decided to say what I wanted to say.

"If you come to the shroud shop in the future, remember not to smoke."

I looked at him seriously: "I will break my leg from Grandpa An." ”

I didn't talk nonsense, I did see customers who came to order smoking in the store, and in the end the old man was not happy, not only did not agree to the order, but also kicked them out.

There are many mourning clothes made of cloth, as well as ingots made of various tin foils.

It's all flammable, and of course he wouldn't agree to anyone smoking cigarettes here.

An Xuan nodded almost invisibly, and a smile flashed in my eyes.

……

We wanted to hail a taxi, but An Xuan said that it would be enough to walk for five minutes, so he gave up the idea.

Across two streets, an abandoned orphanage appears in front of it.

For some reason, when I saw it, my eyes unconsciously turned to the bleak swing, and my footsteps stopped.

At this moment, I was standing in the position where I was when I was looking back on my memory, and the first thing that came to my mind was Xiaoru sitting on it, swinging with her back to me.

There was no one around, and she was the only one in the entire empty and silent orphanage.

Sitting on her favorite swing, staring at the only place she'd ever been in, wondering what to think.

My vision blurred, just as my eyes fixed on the swing.

A feeling called sadness filled my heart, regret, regret, and sadness.

An Xuan seemed to notice my abnormality, his face was a little complicated, as if he wanted to comfort me, but after hesitating for a while, he still didn't move.

I didn't want to be sentimental, and he would come to appease me, so I looked left and right at the orphanage, where the gate was locked with a thick black chain and sealed.

I can't seem to get in.

I looked left and right, my hand was still tugging at the chain, I couldn't pull it away, and the sadness in my heart spread quickly like a broken embankment.

Obviously, obviously I am so close to this orphanage, only a few steps away from the place where Xiaoru died.

But I couldn't get close, I couldn't get close.

I just want to put the wreath in my hand at the place where she died and pay tribute to her. An Xuan watched me cry silently, constantly pulling the chain with his hands, frowning, and slowly raising his hands, as if to comfort me.

At this moment, a voice came from the side: "You are ......"

I raised my head with teary eyes, and when I saw the old woman standing next to me, my pupils shrank!

This familiar face, I remember, I remember very well!

She is Aunt Mao, the cooking aunt of the orphanage, and the only one who gives Xiaoru warmth and love in the orphanage!

How did she end up here? How can it be so coincidental?

"Aunt Mao."

I screamed unconsciously, and Aunt Mao's body was obviously stagnant, and then she glanced at me suspiciously several times, making sure that she had never seen me, and then frowned and asked, "Who are you and why do you know my name." ”

I didn't know how to reply to her words for a while, An Xuan spoke first.

"We're here to pay tribute to Xiaoru."

"Xiaoru?" She didn't relax because of An Xuan's words, but instead showed vigilance and shouted, "Xiaoru is an orphan, how can you know about her?" ”

"Say! Are you the ones sent by the perverts! I'm telling you, I'm desperate not to let you get close to the place where Xiaoru died! ”

Aunt Mao's mental condition is very bad, as if Xiao Ru's death has left a lot of wounds and shadows in her heart, causing her to become very emotional as soon as she hears about Xiao Ru, regardless of the facts.

I hurriedly explained: "No, no, Aunt Mao, you listen to me......"

"Listen to what? If you don't have anything nice, let's go! ”

I crossed my heart, and simply took out the wreath in my arms, including the tightly wrapped doll fragments wrapped in cloth, and said to her: "Look, I have brought everything, I am indeed here to pay tribute to Xiaoru, not to find fault!" ”

"I also know how Xiaoru died, she didn't starve to death because of malnutrition, she was beaten to death by the director of this orphanage, are you right!"

"You...... How will you know who you really are! ”

Aunt Mao shook her fingers in disbelief and pointed at me, unable to even speak.

After all, the truth of Xiaoru's death is not abuse to the outside world, and few people know the truth.

I gave Aunt Mao the package containing the doll fragments and rags in my hand, and said in a sad tone: "Open it and take a look, be careful, the contents are easy to fall to the ground." ”

At the moment when Aunt Mao lifted the cloth with her shaking hand, her hand trembled violently, and the thing almost fell to the ground.

The familiar floral fabric, as well as the broken dolls, even if they can't see the original shape, Aunt Mao can recognize what it is at a glance.

Her mouth opened and closed for a few moments, and then she turned to look at me in disbelief, unable to squeeze out a word.

"Do you believe what I say now?"

I looked at the swing that was blown by the wind, and said lightly: "Xiaoru likes that swing the most, doesn't it?" ”

"You...... Who are you......"

Aunt Mao looked at me as if she had seen a ghost, because she had never seen me come here since she worked in the orphanage, and the few points I am saying now are only known to people who have been in contact with Xiaoru for a long time.

And this cloth-wrapped thing...... She immediately thought of something very terrifying and fantastical, although it was hard to believe, but it was not much different from the real situation.

I just smiled bitterly, I wanted to make a good impression on this old woman, but now it seems that it will not work.

"A bystander who knows Xiaoru's tragic past."

In the end, Aunt Mao still helped us open the door, I heard that Aunt Mao has been living near the orphanage for a long time, it is said that her children have gone abroad, her husband seems to have died in an accident when she was young, she was alone and seemed panicked, so she came to this orphanage as a cooking aunt.

After all, there are many lovely children here, and she comes over every day to cook for this group of children who have no mother and no father, and live with them, which can give her a little comfort.

Although the orphanage was sealed, she still had the spare key to the gate in her hand.

After she opened the door, we walked in, and I walked straight to the spot in front of the swing.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of soil, but it couldn't hide the dark stains of blood on the ground.