It was nearly half past five, and the setting sun shone on a corner of the windowsill, dyeing the boy's face golden. He was looking out the window again.

The sound of quarrel in the back room came into the hall: "I asked you to send this child back a long time ago, and now even Dean Tang has an accident, can it be regarded as a coincidence?" ”

"But don't you have any feelings for Xiaohui? It's been more than half a year, even if you have a cat and a dog, you will be reluctant, right? ”

"I've always wanted to have a baby, but I've never blamed you for not being able to have children... So you don't have to always find an excuse to make trouble in the house and have to raise this child, he is not an ordinary child! The man's voice rose sharply.

Xiaohui covered his ears and suddenly let out a sharp scream.

"I can't stay in this house anymore, I can't stay for a minute!" The man grabbed a few pieces of clothing and ran out the door.

Behind her came the miserable cry of a woman, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.

"Mom... Don't cry. Xiaohui walked up to the woman and stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, but the woman waved it away, and the disgusted look was no different from that in the welfare home.

After a while, the woman stopped sobbing, looked at Xiao Hui who was tired of curled up on the sofa, and asked, "Have you really seen a girl in white?" ”

Xiaohui nodded silently, and the woman noticed that his eyes were a little red, and she seemed to relent: "Xiaohui, what's wrong with your eyes?" ”

Xiaohui narrowed his eyes and rubbed his eyes a little uncomfortable: "Mom, I see your face, there is another face..."

The woman immediately tensed. Another face? It was as if she saw a phantom apparition, lying on top of her and looking down at her.

"No," she shook her head violently, feeling the boy's face in front of her become a little blurry, "Xiaohui, don't scare me anymore..."

From this day on, the woman could not afford to be sick.

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In the supermarket, Xiaohui pushed a shopping cart about his height past rows of shelves, tiptoeing to remove bread and mineral water from it.

Before I got to the cash register, I saw that the cashier suddenly turned the sign "Please wait", still full of disgust.

Xiaohui silently pushed the cart to the cashier on the other side, and there was a discussion in his ears: "Look, look, it's that boy, the rumored 'son of the devil'." ”

"It's him, who killed his own mother..."

"Yes, even the man who had an affair with his mother died not long ago."

"I heard that the man is the director of the children's welfare home, right? This kid can't be his, right? ”

"You don't know yet, this child's biological father is already dead!"

"What? Both parents are dead... That's pathetic. ”

"Poor what, now even his adoptive mother is sick, I don't think the situation is objective..."

Xiaohui glanced at the chattering women, who immediately relentless, turned around disapprovingly, and drifted away.

With a heavy bag of food in his hands, Xiaohui struggled forward, crossed the road, and stopped next to the bus stop.

"Do you want me to help you?"

A pleasant voice sounded in Xiaohui's ears, and he looked up to see a pair of clear eyes, looking at himself.

Xiaohui didn't speak, and stubbornly walked forward, but he heard brisk footsteps behind him, and the bag in his hand was suddenly snatched away.

He looked at the girl in front of him in a daze, the pure white dress swaying gently in the wind, "You... Isn't it cold? ”

The girl hugged the bag and shook her head gently: "How can it be cold, tell me what is your name?" Why is one person here? ”

"My name is... "My mother is sick, so I came out to buy something." ”

The girl stretched out her hand and touched Xiaohui's hair: "You're really sensible, I'll send you home." ”

It wasn't until late at night that the woman sat up from her bed and found the dark room empty. She suddenly felt frightened, "Xiaohui, where are you?" ”

She turned on the light and couldn't see the boy, and was relieved that he was gone?

At that moment, she heard a low cry again, full of mourning, that seemed to be very close to her. The woman struggled out of bed, opened the door, and walked downstairs.

She's getting out of here.

Suddenly, she noticed a shadow swaying back and forth in front of her, and under the light of the street lamp, the shadow was getting closer and closer to her. Gradually, she could see that it was the outline of a child.

"Xiaohui?" The woman called tentatively.

But the boy didn't seem to hear and walked on. The woman suddenly ran up to the child and grabbed him.

When her fingers touched the child, there was a strange strangeness, she was a little dazed, looking at the child's face in a daze. They faced each other, and under the cold street lamp, she finally saw clearly, it was not Xiaohui.

It was a completely unfamiliar face, and she didn't know the child. The woman's expression froze completely, and she didn't know what to do.

The boy in front of him was about ten years old, slightly taller and fatter than Xiaohui, with a pair of red phoenix eyes on his face. To the woman's surprise, the boy's gaze made her fearful, as if she had no eye for her presence.

"Whose child are you? Why don't you go back when it's dark? ”

The woman asked as she shook the child vigorously, but the boy did not speak, and even his expression did not change in the slightest, but only shook his head at her.

Just when the woman was at a loss, she suddenly heard the strange cry again.

Some strange voice was in her mind, and her vague consciousness gradually woke up, she opened her eyes and sat up from the bed, it turned out that what had just happened was just a dream.

Suddenly, a pair of hands tugged at the corners of her clothes.

The woman was so frightened that she almost jumped up, only to find that the boy was looking at her with a pair of big eyes: "Mom, I'm back." ”

The woman sat back on the bed and turned her head to listen, the low cry had disappeared without a trace. Is it really as the "master" said, as long as Xiaohui is by his side, he will not be haunted by evil spirits?

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Xiaohui asked softly.

The woman looked at the bread that the boy bought from the supermarket, her heart softened, and she replied, "It's nothing, you don't want to run around in the future, you know?" ”

"I see that sister in white again......"

"Don't talk nonsense about these words!"

"I'm not talking nonsense! It was really that sister who told me that the person who died on the rooftop was called Tang Zhengwen. ”

"Tang Zhengwen?" The woman froze as if she had eaten a fly, and the wind of the night ruffled her hair, and she did not become more sober because of it.