The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

Although a few teenagers were timid but still curious, they craned their necks to look over there, only to see the young man in red dragging out a child, the child was a head shorter than the young man in red, the age seemed to be ** years old, a head of gray hair, fluffy, a bit like a gray marshmallow, with the drag of the red brocade robe, staggered out.

The children, seeing that it was a child younger than them, rushed up to surround him in the center, and finally saw the white demon clearly, his pale face without a trace of blood, his two dark eyes flashed, his thin lips were biting, and his chest rose and fell with his breathing.

The young man in red looked proudly at the ghost he caught, and slapped it on the head of the pale child, the pale child was beaten up, but he didn't say anything, it seems that he also knows the temper of the young man in the red brocade robe, and the more he shouts, the more ruthless he will be rectified.

"It's you sick kid who is pretending to be a fool here!" said the young man in red, kicking the pale child in the ass again. When several children saw that the little master treated the child like this, they also began to laugh and scold and push the pale child, the pale child always kept his head down, occasionally in pain, and a trace of coldness quickly flashed in his dark eyes, but it disappeared in an instant like lightning in the sky.

The young man in red parted from the children, grabbed the pale child by the collar, and said, "Sick seedling, stay away from me, how many times have I told you!

When the pale child heard the young man in red insulting his mother, the coldness in his eyes quickly gathered.

"Don't talk about my mother!"

"Your mother is a broom star!"

"Broom Star!" "Broom Star"

"Broom Star Gives Birth to Little Broom Star!" The crowd scolded in a heckling manner.

A trace of redness rose on the pale child's face, his eyes turned black, and he suddenly punched the red-robed young man, and the red-clothed young man lightly shook off this weak punch.

"Dare to do it, hit him!" shouted the young man in red as he punched the pale child in the face, and the pale child was unable to dodge and was knocked to the ground. The other children rushed up, fists and kicks added, the pale child curled up, avoiding the punches and kicks, the corners of his mouth were bloodied, and the corners of his eyes were cracked, but his brows were tightly locked, and his eyes were still dark and scary.

"Dare to hit me, I'm impatient!" the young man in red kicked the pale child's leg.

"Big young master, stop fighting!" A woman in her forties rushed to the middle of the children and stopped in front of the young man in red, "The master knows, and he will punish you!"

"Nurse, this kid will beat people, a wild boy without a mother's education!" The young man in red grabbed the woman's arm coquettishly, "Don't tell my father! Good nurse!"

The woman said, "You know you're in trouble! Go back and wash up! There's chicken soup I stewed for you in the kitchen." ”

"Sick seedling, let you go this time, don't blame me for being unkind next time! You guys are also dispersed, Erniu, don't forget to get the ball back!" the red brocade robe threw down the sentence and ran in the direction of the chicken soup.

The pale child struggled to get up, with tears in his eyes, and asked, "Nurse! Brother Xiao said bad things about my mother! My mother is not a broom star!"

The nurse shook it, subconsciously glanced at the attic in the backyard, and sighed softly, "Little master, your mother is not! She is a good person!"

The pale child wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Mother!" The pale child held back the tears that almost burst out of his eyes and ran deep into the bushes

The pale child rushed through a few sheep intestine paths, startled a few homesick birds, broke a few thorny branches, and knocked down a few wildflowers and weeds, and ran to the vermilion façade of the backyard before gasping for air.

The pale child is called Ling Han, according to common sense, born in the Ling family, it can be said that he was born with a golden key, but he is only talking about the child in the red brocade robe, named Ling Xiao, the eldest son of the Ling family, and Ling Han's half-brother, slightly older than Ling Han.

Master Ling said that Ling Han's mother died of a serious illness ten years ago, and that serious illness also spread to many people in the Ling Mansion, including Ling Han's grandmother and more than 50 descendants, all of whom died of illness, so the whole Ling Mansion attributed the source of this disaster to Ling Han's mother. When Ling Han was three years old, he also had a serious illness, his body was as warm as an ice cube, and he invited many doctors to see it and it didn't get better.

Three days later, it snowed heavily, and a gray-haired Taoist came from outside Lingfu, claiming to be able to cure all diseases. Seeing this, the gray-haired Taoist frowned and said: This son is cold by nature, and the cold is too heavy, I am afraid that it will not be long before I have a piece of warm jade, protect my heart and lungs, and be able to prolong my life for a hundred days. With that, Liuyu walked away.

Strange to say, after wearing this piece of warm jade, Ling Han was getting better day by day, but his face was only pale and bloodless.

It's just that Master Ling listened to the words of the gray-haired Taoist, and was afraid that this son would die soon or have a strange personality in the future, plus there was Ling Xiao, the eldest son, competing for favor, and he would lose his love for this younger son, so he taught Nurse Wang to take care of it, and rarely asked. Fortunately, Grandma Wang is a person who recites Buddhism, has a kind heart, treats Ling Han like a parent, and teaches him poetry and book etiquette when he has nothing to do every day.

Although he didn't have his father's love in the mansion, and there were not many people paying attention to him, and even most of his subordinates looked down on this sick concubine, only by the side of Nurse Wang could Ling Han feel a trace of warmth. Due to this strange disease, Ling Han's body has always been very weak, Ling Han is only two months younger than Ling Xiao, but his size is more than three years younger.

Ling Han curled up in the corner of the outer wall of the backyard, this was his world, except for the time with the wet nurse, this was the place where he was most relaxed, because no one was willing to approach this backyard.

Ling Han's mother lived in this backyard before she was alive, and the great plague also came from this backyard, and in the end, Ling Han's mother also died in this backyard. Later, some people actually said that they would hear bursts of crying in the backyard, crying in the dark night; others said that in the moonlight, they saw a white figure floating in the attic, and then later, Master Ling invited the monks of the Taoist temple to exceed, but there were still people here at midnight who were frightened, so Master Ling sealed this haunted backyard and let it be deserted.

Ling Han has lived in this Ling Mansion for ten years, and has tasted the stinky old fists of the big house brothers, the cold eyebrows of the cooks in the account room, and the gossip behind the servants and maids. He also heard rumors of ghosts in the backyard behind his back, he was not afraid of ghosts, but there seemed to be a kind of magic here that attracted him, maybe because his mother had lived in this courtyard, maybe there was no one to disturb here, in short, this ghost place in people's mouths became his free paradise.

He can lie in the grass and hold a straw stick to watch the free clouds in the sky, I don't know if there will be gods on the clouds; he can also read some miscellaneous books, what poems, books, rituals, music, scriptures, and histories and biographies, this is Ling Han's best spiritual food, Ling Han's memory is still good, and he can't reach the level of recitation, but he also remembers a ** not far from ten.

He could also steal the delicious food of the kitchen, thinking of the delicious food of the kitchen, Ling Han couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. There is a Huo chef in Lingfu, who looks like he is in his fifties, but no one knows his real age, it is said that he is the eighth disciple of the mainland food god Tang Youwei a hundred years ago. Once Ling Han went to steal food and was caught by this Huo cook, he thought that he would be sent to his father, but this cook did not make a noise, but took special care of Ling Han, always made some delicious things for Ling Han, and also told many interesting stories about food in various places, and also taught a lot of food practices, which is Ling Han's only friend in the house.

For the rest, Ling Han was more stupid thinking, what did she look like if she had no memory in her mind, and what she would be like if she was around.

Curiosity is always the nature of a teenager, and Ling Han is no exception, once, Ling Han also secretly climbed the old elm tree by the fence and looked into the backyard, but found nothing except the dilapidated two-story building and the closed doors and windows.

After gasping for breath for a while, Ling Han spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. Ling Han actually wanted to play with them, and he didn't mean to play some pranks, but Ling Xiao never gave him the right to play with other children, and always taunted him and bullied him. Usually, being bullied by Ling Xiao is endured, but for some reason, Ling Xiao insulted his mother today, which made Ling Han unbearable. Although he had never met his biological mother, in Ling Han's mind, his mother must be the most beautiful and kind, and he did not allow anyone to insult his mother.

Ling Han lay on the grass with his arms on his pillow, feeling a little depressed. Looking straight at the mottled old wall, his gaze extended to the locked gate.

In a trance, he actually saw the locked door open half widely, a white figure floated out, Ling Han rubbed his eyes hard, the door was still closed, as soon as he looked up, it was already full of stars, cold dew all over the ground, he actually slept here, Ling Han was about to go back to the nurse, and suddenly heard a leisurely sigh on the other side of the wall.