The black house may represent a room at night, but what does the little red figure symbolize?

Bai Xiaohan observed the painting from all angles, and because Xiaohui painted it very sloppily, the two villains looked the same, without any features, and they couldn't even distinguish between men and women.

"Anyway, the painting should have some kind of meaning." Bai Xiaohan put the drawing paper in his bag and said goodbye to Xiaohui's adoptive mother.

When Bai Xiaohan's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, the woman standing at the door suddenly showed a resentful look, she looked back at Xiaohui, and her mouth seemed to be cursing something.

It seems that Xiaohui is undoubtedly a burden that this woman wants to get rid of, so what was the reason why the couple insisted on adopting Xiaohui despite the dean's warning?

Star Swirl reads Hui's memories again, and the image before her becomes clearer.

There were a few sounds of birds chirping in his ears, and a cold wind brushed his young cheeks. At this time, Xiaohui was still an infant baby.

At the moment he was being held in his mother's arms, and in front of them stood a tombstone.

The inscription on the monument reads "The Tomb of the Beloved Son Su Weiqing", and the following is the time when the monument was erected: "March 1992". Above the tombstone, a porcelain photograph of a man with black and white eyes that seemed to be looking at the woman in front of him.

"Xiaohui, he is your father." The woman whispered to the swaddling baby.

Star Swirl suddenly notices something strange about this. Xiaohui's current age is only ten years old, and it is estimated that he was born around 2009, but... His father had already passed away in 1992, and no matter how you assumed it, the chronological order was completely incorrect!

Could it be that this is the rumored "ghost child"? Star Swirl shuddered.

The picture of memories began to change, and the scene of the cemetery became a community square with people coming and going.

Sitting alone in front of a sand dune, shovel in hand, Xiaohui did not play with the sand very much in his hands, but from time to time he turned his gaze to a couple of men and women who were talking not far away.

His mother was talking to a man of his age, and though he couldn't hear what they were saying, the smile on the woman's face and the occasional shyness seemed to indicate their relationship.

After chatting for half an hour, the two walked towards Xiaohui.

"Xiaohui, call Uncle Tang quickly." The woman touched Xiaohui's soft bun and whispered.

As they got closer, Star Swirl discovered that the man she had been talking to with Fai's mother was actually Dean Tang from the Welfare House! Although there is no sign of fortune, it looks exactly the same.

Xiao Hui stared at the man in front of him without saying a word, his cold eyes were full of hatred and dissatisfaction, not at all like the eyes that a three-year-old child should have.

The man seemed to be shocked by this look, twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "The child is still young, don't force him." ”

From this day on, Xiaohui's mother had a close relationship with the man surnamed Tang, and the neighbors often saw him appear next to the mother and son, and gradually rumors spread.

"I heard that the man and Xiaohui's mother have already lived together."

"Really? Could this man be Xiaohui's biological father? ”

"It's impossible, this man is a family man, and he is mixed with a widow, what a ruined reputation!"

"Tsk... The world is going down..."

Hearing so many rumors, the woman could no longer help but question the man: "Did you lie to me?" ”

On a thunderstorm night, Xiaohui lay on the bed tossing and turning, never sleeping. There is always a cemetery in front of you, tombstones that disappear in the mist.

He seemed to hear the sound coming from under the grave, and it was very low, intermittently reaching Xiaohui's ears.

His face was slightly cold, as if he felt a pair of hands caressing his face, it was a pair of hands stretched out from the grave, cold to the bone, gently rubbing his white and tender little face.

"Daddy?"

In the middle of the night, Xiaohui woke up and couldn't find his mother in the room, he stared at the man who was packing his luggage and asked, "Where did Mom go?" ”

The man didn't look up at him, and replied with some weakness: "Your mother doesn't want you anymore, she's gone!" ”

"You're lying to me," Hui's voice echoed faintly through the room, "she's right behind you, watching you." ”

The man's movements suddenly stopped, and he slowly turned his head to look behind him, and there was nothing but a trace of blood left in the air.

"What a bad luck!" The man cursed under his breath, pulled up his suitcase and walked out of the door quickly, his back disappearing into the dark night.

The endless blackness gradually turned into a light, and a playground appeared in the picture of the memory, and the children were holding hands in front of the amusement equipment, chirping like a flock of cheerful birds.

Xiao Hui, who was at the end of the line, looked like he was already seven or eight years old at this time, and he did not listen to the teacher's command and move forward, but stood in place, gradually distancing himself from the children in front of him.

"Xiaohui, don't you want to ride the merry-go-round?" The young female teacher crouched in front of him and asked with a smile.

Xiaohui shook his head and didn't speak.

"So what do you tell the teacher you want to play? The teacher will take you there. "The female teacher is very patient with Xiaohui.

Xiaohui pointed to a dark entrance in the distance, and a sign hung on it read, "Strange House." ”

"Why does Xiaohui want to go to the Trick House? It's dark inside, and there's a lot of scary stuff that kids don't like there. The female teacher said.

Xiaohui's fingers were still firmly pointing in the direction of the strange house, and his eyes were full of anticipation when he looked at the teacher.

The young female teacher finally nodded, took Xiaohui's hand and walked towards the house.

The two men were stopped at the entrance, and the staff told them, "No children over the age of 12 are allowed to enter the house." ”

The female teacher let out a sigh of relief and said softly, "Xiaohui, when you grow up a little more, the teacher will bring you again, okay?" ”

Xiao Hui stretched his neck and looked into the dark entrance: "Is there really something tricky in this?" ”

The teacher's lips trembled, and he subconsciously let go of Xiaohui's hand, and the kid actually took the opportunity to run into the strange house.

"Quick, catch him!" The female teacher shouted at the staff, but her footsteps did not move half a step, and she also knew the story that had been circulated in the welfare home for a long time.

Xiaohui can see things that ordinary people can't see. So what attracted him to this tricky house was...

After waiting for a while, Xiaohui was taken out by the staff by the arm, and there was obviously a look of disappointment on his face.

The kid seems to be looking for something in the house, and Star Swirl combines everything she sees in Momentlight's memories to come to a ridiculous conclusion: he likes to be with tricks?