"It's the devil's doing." Daddy glanced out the door.

Shang Ruoran followed his grandfather's gaze to look out the door, only to see the trees in front of the house, the paddy fields in the distance, and the mountains in the distance.

"It's those little ghosts who make your marriage unsuccessful. You've got to get rid of them. Daddy said.

At this time, Xiaomi came back, and when he saw his father, he asked, "Have you seen my Mr. Bai?" ”

Daddy pointed to the back of the house.

When Millet was about to leave, her father called her back again and instructed, "You keep an eye on Mr. Bai, don't let him find a few little ghosts at the door." ”

Millet glanced at the burning incense and said, "It's too small, I can't stuff my teeth after eating it." With that, she left.

When Shang Ruoran heard Xiaomi say this, as if he had met a savior, he hurriedly grabbed his grandfather's sleeve and begged: "Since you have a Mr. Bai here who can eat the little ghosts, then please help me call that Mr. Bai out and eat them!" That way I don't have to chase them away! ”

Grandpa said: "The little ghost is attached to your body, and there is a reason. If you want them to go, you need to understand why they came. If it is not handled properly, although the immediate situation is relieved, the future is endless. ”

Shang Ruoran suddenly showed an unnatural expression.

Grandpa said, "Say it, I can help you by saying it." ”

Luo Buzhai also nodded.

Later, Luo Buzhai said that it would be good if he didn't let his grandfather help her at that time. At that time, he didn't know how much influence this woman would have on his father and the family. Life is like this, many seemingly thrilling moments of life and death, when I look back later, I find that it was not a turning point in life, and some seemingly insipid and innocuous choices, when I look back later, I find that that choice is simply a watershed in life.

Shang Ruoran took a deep breath, and then told her what had happened.

She said that when she was a child, she was very fond of flowers, regardless of the variety, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, trumpet flowers, Yingshan red, etc.; I like it regardless of color, red, purple, white, yellow, etc. Her mother said that when she couldn't walk, she would scream in the arms of adults when she saw flowers on the side of the road, and when she could walk, she would run over when she saw flowers, and she couldn't stop them.

Her mother felt that it was not normal for such a young child to like flowers so much, and deliberately did not let her touch them. So, she often secretly went to the mountains to see the flowers, and she was so engrossed that she couldn't even hear her mother coming up the mountain to shout to her.

Every day after being pulled back by her mother, it was indispensable to be beaten, but she still ran to the mountains to see the flowers whenever she had the opportunity.

Once, she noticed that a child from a nearby village had also run to the mountains to see the flowers. So, sometimes she would come up to the child and admire it with him.

Slowly, she became friends with the child, often hiding quietly in the mountains together.

A few years later, when she was about six years old, she fell on her way to the mountains and broke her head and bleed. Her mother was so angry that she beat her despite her injuries, telling her not to do this again.

She argued loudly that other people's children could, why she couldn't.

Her mother snapped, whose child is as wild as you?

Unconvinced, she said that she often came to the mountains with another child in the village to see the flowers, and that he was a boy.

She thought at the time that a boy could like flowers so much, so why couldn't she be a girl.

Her mother thought she was lying, so she asked the boy what his name was and where he lived.

She said the boy's name and walked to the boy's house with her mother.

Sometimes, she would bring the boy to his door. Sometimes, the boy would drop her off at her door. So she knew where the boy's home was.

Her mother walked up to the house and knocked on the door.

After questioning, the family said that there was no boy in the house.

She shouted the boy's name in fright, but the boy never showed up again.

Her mother thought she was too deceitful and beat her up again.

A person who seemed to her to be alive suddenly evaporated from the world.

But that didn't stop the flowers from attracting her. If she didn't go to the mountains to see the flowers during the day, she would seem to be able to hear the flowers talking in her ear when she slept at night, and she couldn't live in peace. In her dreams, she would dream of those flowers, flying all over the sky, and she couldn't breathe.

Later, she met a child who was about her age. The child loved flowers as much as she did. The two of them are very chatty and often play together.

With the lesson of the last time, this time she secretly followed this new friend to his house. She was relieved to see the adults in her new friend's family talking and laughing with him.

Then, by chance, she followed her mother past the new friend's house. She pointed to the house and said to her mother, "This family's children are as fond of tweed as I am."

Her mother was taken aback and said, "What stupid thing are you talking about?" No one has lived in this house for a long time!

She didn't believe it, so she ran into the house and found moss on the walls, rotten windows, and broken stoves. She had only been on the outside and had no idea what was going on inside.

Since her mom told her to break it, that new friend hasn't been there.

Later, she was more careful in making friends, but still encountered similar situations several times. Before no one said it, she got along well with those friends, and once it was said, those friends suddenly disappeared, as if they never existed.

Later, she developed a phobia, and she didn't dare to say hello when she saw someone, and she didn't dare to play with someone she knew until someone said she saw that person.

Shang Ruoran said to this and said to his father: "Ma Xiucai, do you say that my experience is strange? ”

Grandpa smiled: "It's strange to say, but it's not strange. ”

"Isn't that weird?" Shang Ruoran disagreed.

Dad said: "Many people will see people who others can't see, but they don't realize it. ”

Grandpa pointed to the two people who were walking on the ridge in the distance and said, "Look at those two people, if I go to see them at the same time as you, maybe you see three people, but I only see two." But if we don't talk about it, you and I think it's all three or two people. And in fact, you see a person I can't see. Furthermore, if the two of us are eating at a table together, you see seven people sitting at the table, and I may see eight people sitting at the table. One of them is the kind of 'person' you meet. We can't check every detail of our lives like this. Because of this, some spirits can blend in with the crowd, even swaggering, talking to you, interacting with you, but you can't notice the difference. ”

Shang Ruoran suddenly realized and nodded again and again.

"The friends you mentioned happened to be exposed by the people around you. They know they have revealed their identity, so they no longer appear in front of you. Daddy explained.

When my grandfather told me what my grandfather said, I was shocked. All of a sudden, I became suspicious of the people I had known before, and I suspected that some people were "people" that others couldn't see at all, but I didn't find them.

It's a really weird feeling.

I've heard that if someone dies suddenly, that person feels like the acquaintance is still here. There was an old lady in Thrush Village who took out her son's clothes every day after her son's death, brought the right temperature of washing water for her face and feet into her son's room, and woke her son up in the morning as usual, and made his son's bed, all in the same way as when her son was alive.

Sometimes, I know she's doing it because she misses it too much. Sometimes, I think maybe she can really see her son that others can't see.

Or rather, I wish the old lady could see it.

In fact, when I was a child, I encountered a similar situation once. It was autumn, when the rice was ripe, and I went to stay at my aunt's house. My aunt, uncle, and cousin, who were much older than me, went to harvest the grain. I ran to play alone in a nearby abandoned elementary school. After playing for a while, a child about my age came in through the school gate. So, I played the slide with him. I remember that the slide was made of cement and red bricks, perhaps because the cost of iron sheets was too high, and there were no iron sheets and iron frames to make slides when this school was built. I had a great time with him and had a similar personality, the only thing that wasn't beautiful was that the slightly rough cement slide frayed out the pants at the butt.

I asked him what his name was. He said his name, which I remembered at the time, but then forgot. He also asked for my name, and I told him. I asked him where he lived, and he pointed straight in front of the school gate. I told him where my aunt's house was, and I made an appointment to come back the next day. But when I came back to the elementary school the next day, he didn't show up.

I felt very lost, and when I got back to my aunt's house, I asked my aunt for the child's name and asked her to take me to his house to play with him.

Unexpectedly, my aunt said that there was no child with this name here.

I said his home was right in front of that elementary school.

My aunt said that after the school was abandoned, several families in front of the school also moved away, and no one would live there.

I thought my aunt was too tired from doing farm work during the day to take me there. So, I secretly ran over to look at it, and found that the house there was really unoccupied. I picked up a disfigured photograph in one of the houses of five people, an elderly man, a husband and wife, and two children. One of the kids was a lot like the boy I met.

Later, when I went back to my aunt's house, I didn't dare to go to that elementary school to play.

Maybe others have encountered my situation, but no one says it, or I don't dig into it, and those past events become a mystery.