Zhao Xing quickly tidied up a guest room on the second floor, laid out a mat, put pillows and a cool quilt, and finally asked me if I was hungry and if I wanted to cook me some supper.

"No, I'm not hungry." I declined her kindness, afraid that she would be busy working for me again, and hurriedly said, "That, what's the matter with your brother, can you tell me?" ”

As soon as he heard this, the smile on Zhao Xing's lips froze, and then he sat down opposite me, his head lowered, and his air pressure was low, probably thinking of his brother's sadness.

It took her a while before she spoke, and now her voice was lower and deeper than when she greeted me just now: "I still remember that day, I was in the kitchen to help my mother stir-fry, and my brother rushed into the kitchen and said that he was going out to play with the neighbor's children, but my mother didn't stop her, saying that she would have to come back after a while, and it was almost lunch." ”

Speaking of this, she paused for a long time, and her voice was a little choked when she spoke again: "However, he never came back, my mother searched everywhere, and all the families that my brother would go to have asked, and they all said that my brother had never been there at all, and then my parents called the police, and the police said that my brother may have been abducted by human traffickers before he arrived at the neighbor's house." ”

I listened intently, my brow furrowed.

The poet told me that if a person dies unnaturally and is not extradited, he will not be able to return home, but will wander where he passed before he died, or where he died.

The subway where he met with the ghost child was very different from Zhao Xing's family, and it was impossible for the ghost child to go there alone, but the traffickers usually stole the child to sell it, or forced him to help with things, how could the ghost child die in a place related to the subway?

"I couldn't find my brother, my mother's mood collapsed, and I had to ask my dad to take her out," Zhao Xing looked up at me and smiled, "Fortunately, she is much better now, not only does she call back often, but she also sends me postcards everywhere she goes." ”

She also asked me if I wanted to read the postcard, which looked like a toy that my parents had rewarded me with, and I couldn't wait to share it with my partner, so I said yes if I couldn't say no, and then she happily went back to her room to get it.

By the way, I asked the ghost boy who was sitting silently, "You really can't remember how you died?" ”

The ghost child looked at me plaintively, and I didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Xing came back soon, and handed me several postcards with joy on his face, his slightly pale cheeks and more red, and he could see that he was a little excited.

I looked at the postcard carefully and found that it was about half a month or two to send one, all of which were written with one or two short instructions.

Like "Eat well", "Don't turn on the air conditioner too low when it's hot", "Don't stay up late at night and rest early" and so on.

It's a very common word, but the more I look at it, the more strange I feel, it's rare to see someone deliberately write on a postcard "to eat well" such a sentence, if you want to say this kind of thing, you can just send a text message, and take a lot of trouble to pass it on a postcard?

But I don't know what to say about it, maybe people think differently from me.

Said a few words The postcard is very beautiful, your parents care about you, Zhao Xing blushed and "um", chatted with me a few words, and when I was ready to sleep, she went to make me a glass of milk.

"You're so kind." I took the cup curtly, I really didn't know what to say to Zhao Xing's thoughtfulness, to be precise, we were half a stranger.