After getting out of the school on this day, Mu Qing's homework was not completed, and he was endorsed by Mr. Linlang always went home with Mu Qing on weekdays, so she had to wait for Mu Qing for a long time. When Mu Qing finished memorizing the book and took it out of the school, there were still tears on his face.

Linlang immediately ran over, grabbed her hand and asked, "But Mr. punished you again?" ”

Mu Qing sobbed and nodded: "Mr. punished me to go home and copy the "Drunkard Pavilion" ten times, and I will hand it over to him tomorrow, otherwise I will be beaten in the heart." ”

"Didn't you memorize it?" Linlang asked again.

Mu Qing nodded again and said, "That article is really difficult to memorize, and you also know that my homework has always been poor, and I can't memorize it no matter what." ”

Linlang sighed and said: "You go back and copy it well, if you copy more, you will naturally be able to memorize it." It's not that you can't memorize it, it's just that you're lazy. ”

Linlang went home with Mu Qing, and Mu Qing arrived home first. She was not in a high mood, and her tears never stopped. Linlang could only comfort her with a few good words, but she couldn't.

It was already night, and the shops on both sides of the street were lit with lanterns, and the dim candle flame stretched her shadow for a long time. Linlang hummed a song and walked up and down, when suddenly she seemed to hear footsteps behind her. She walked a little faster, and her footsteps were fast. She walked slower, and her footsteps slowed down.

Linlang took out the Soul Eater Knife from her schoolbag and turned around sharply, only to see a seven or eight-year-old child standing not far behind her.

The little doll had red lips and white teeth, and her flesh was whirring, and her big eyes flashed and looked at her blankly.

Linlang began to think that whose child had run out, but after a closer look, she didn't know it, it wasn't around here. It was only when she saw that there was no shadow of him under the candle flame and that he was wearing a chain on his wrist, that she understood.

She pulled out the Soul Eater Knife, held it in front of her chest, and asked sharply, "Little ghost, what are you doing with me?" Do you know this knife, do you want me to take you? ”

The little ghost was probably frightened by her, and he was about to cry with a flat mouth, but he didn't dare to cry, and after a long while, he choked up and said: "Sister, I'm not a bad ghost, I want to find my mother, and I got separated from my mother." ”

Linlang asked puzzledly: "Then what are you looking for your mother to do with me?" I'm not your mother. ”

The little ghost looked at her pitifully and said, "Sister, I can't find her, I heard that you can see a ghost, so I came to you, can you help me?" ”

It's really not a good habit to be soft-hearted, so Linlang took advantage of Caiwei's inattention to bring the little ghost back to the inn. I took a few steamed buns from the kitchen, and the little ghost sat there and ate them sweetly. While eating, he also talked about him and his mother.

It turned out that this little ghost and his mother didn't know how to escape from the underworld with those ghosts, and they were trapped in a mysterious place, and they couldn't get out. In recent days, he was suddenly able to go out, and some ghosts fled one after another, and the scene was very chaotic, and he and his mother were separated.

He had been wandering in this world for a long time, and accidentally other ghosts said that she could see ghosts, hoping that she could help him find his mother.

Linlang asked the little ghost if she was not afraid that she would take him and send him back to the underworld. The little ghost can think about it, anyway, he knows that sooner or later he will be caught by them, so it is better for us to help him find his mother and be sent away together. As long as he is with his mother, he can go anywhere.

The imp is well fed and drunk, and only burps comfortably. Linlang asked in wonder, "Why did you die at such a young age?" ”

The little ghost tilted his head, blinked his eyes and thought for a long time before he replied: "I don't remember either, I heard that after people die, they will cross the Nai He Bridge and drink a bowl of forgetful water, and they will forget all the things in their lives." ”

"Forget about the water? Isn't it called Meng Po Soup? Linlang asked.

The little ghost scratched his head, and said a little shyly: "Huh? I don't know very well, it seems to be called Meng Po Soup. Anyway, the meaning is the same, drinking it can make people forget the things of their previous life. ”

That's the same, what it's called, it's all folklore, and the living naturally can't see those things. Having said that, Linlang didn't know how to help him find his mother. I probably have to ask Zhong Jiu for help in this matter, he has been angry recently, and I haven't seen him for many days. Even if I see him, I don't know how to talk to him, and I won't give her back and say that she is delusional.

In the dead of night, Linlang was getting ready to go to bed, and this little ghost made it difficult for her, and it always made her feel uneasy to put him in the house. The imp was clever and clever, and asked himself to go to sleep in the kitchen.

Linlang told him not to scare her mother, and the little ghost patted his chest and swore an oath: "Don't worry, she can't see me." ”

The next day, as soon as it was slightly bright, Linlang got up. The weather outside was unusually cold, the eaves were covered with ice glaze, hanging long, and the wells were covered with thick ice. She ran into the kitchen tremblingly, and the little ghost was lying asleep on the edge of the stove, with a smile on his lips and a few smacks of his mouth from time to time, probably dreaming of something.

Linlang patted the little ghost lightly, and he opened his eyes in a daze. Seeing that it was her, he immediately became energetic, smiled at her, and called her sister sweetly. This little ghost is not very old, but his mouth is quite sweet.

"Little ghost, you can sleep in another place, my mother will get up and cook in a while, you stay by the stove, in case it burns you, it will not be good."

The little ghost stood up, patted the soil on his clothes, and said, "Sister, don't always call me a little ghost, I have a name, my name is Ling Ye." ”

Linlang smiled and said, "What a special name." ”

Linlang and Ling Ye were chatting happily, and Cai Wei's voice sounded outside the door. Linlang hurriedly asked Ling Ye to hide, and Ling Ye stood there motionless, only looking at her and laughing. Linlang was so anxious that she couldn't do it, if she was seen by Cai Wei, how could she explain it.

Ling Ye smiled: "Sister, don't forget, I'm a ghost, and mortals can't see me." ”

Linlang was so anxious that she almost forgot that Cai Wei couldn't see him. That's when she was relieved.

Cai Wei pushed open the door and saw Linlang in the kitchen, she was greatly surprised, and kept nagging that the sun was coming out in the west. This is also true, in normal times, she would not have gotten up so early if she was killed. The weather is so cold, and it is the greatest torment for her to get up every day. Until the last moment, she will never get up. It's rare to get up early in the morning today, and Cai Wei is still very unaccustomed.

Ling Ye followed Linlang to the school, she thought that ghosts would not dare to appear during the day. The little ghost said that the ghost was not afraid of the day, but only of the sun.

Linlang looked up at the gray sky, and it looked like there was going to be a heavy snowfall.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and Mr. is very strict in checking his homework. If you are not careful, you will be punished, and it is common to hit the palm of your hand. Everyone in the school is working hard, and Linlang is no exception. Everyone thinks that if they can escape the punishment of their husband, they are the luckiest. When the time comes, I will get a few words of praise from my husband, and I can explain to my parents when I return home.

Linlang didn't dare to think so much, she just hoped that she wouldn't be punished, and she would just go home and not be beaten by her mother.

Linlang was reading in the room, and Ling Ye felt bored, so he ran outside the school to play alone. The little one walked slowly outside on the grass with his hands behind his back, occasionally raising his head as if thinking about something, not at all like a child.