Look at the house

It's a huge undertaking.

Gan Xiaojie became Gan Tangled.

Will it be noisy, the house is not old, is the money enough, buy a new house or second-hand, second-hand buy clean water or decorate, down or up, the garden should be big or small, the end is still casual.

The most important thing is to consider the school.

Just, alas.

However, since Xue Yun said that it was not bad money, it should be exchanged or exchanged.

Let's look online first.

I went to an offline intermediary again.

It wasn't until half a year later that a set of ends with a garden and a basement was ordered.

Originally, they couldn't afford it.

Who let Xue Yun catch up with a wave of market in the past half a year, he directly smashed millions into it, during which he kept bottoming out, reducing costs, and hibernation at the bottom.

Otherwise, who can look at the house for half a year.

That's not all.

With enough purses, they have a wider range of options to choose from.

The house is OK.

This was followed by a busy and lengthy renovation.

When the boy was in elementary school, they moved in.

On the night he moved in, Xue Yun had a dream.

He dreamed of his childhood.

He was only seven years old, no, maybe eight.

Mom and Dad are arguing again.

The noise was fierce.

But he knew that his mother would never agree to a divorce, impossible.

He stood in the corner and watched them go from scolding to throwing things and then fighting.

Blood, a lot of blood

Dad fell to the ground.

His eyes were wide open and blank, looking at him.

There was darkness in front of me.

He didn't know anything.

Later, it was rumored in the town that his father didn't want them and ran away with another woman.

He knew, in fact, that his father was dead.

But if you don't want them to leave their father, what's the difference between being dead and dead.

It's better to die.

When he was in college, his mother died.

The secret was buried forever.

That night, the pool of blood, the river, the sound of splashing water

The night was quiet.

Xue Yun was sweating profusely, but he couldn't wake up.

Beside him, Gan Xiaojie also closed her eyes tightly, and her mouth came out of a vague whisper.

Black.

jet-black

The crooked moon hung in the sky, like a thin eyebrow.

She stood in the middle of a cemetery.

She remembers it well.

It was the bamboo forest she had to pass through when she was in junior high school.

The wind was blowing, the fog was filling, and the rustling sound seemed to whisper everything.

She didn't move.

The flashlight in his hand is no longer on.

Something slipped past her ear.

The terrible thing is that she is not afraid at all, and her heart is extremely peaceful.

In the hazy fog, something loomed.

Tall and short

It's a bunch of graves.

Connected into pieces.

On each grave stood a person, dressed in a black shroud, with an expressionless face and a withered face, and slowly stretched out his hand to her.

Her feet moved uncontrollably.

Walk over.

She knew that she was going to go into the grave.

Rest here.

She wasn't afraid.

Some people are alive, but in fact she is already dead.

The blades of grass on the ground were cold with dewdrops, and the smell of rot was between the snorts.

Step by step.

She could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

Ahead, it's almost there.

No one cares about me anyway, and it doesn't matter if I'm dead.

"Mama."

She blinked.

"Ma Ma Ma"

She:

The fog dissipated, and together with those terrible tombs, she was shocked to find herself standing in a garden, at the gate of the courtyard, the little boy with a schoolbag on his back frowned, "Mom, is your door locked, it's going to be late!" ”

She looked down.

He was holding a bunch of keys in his hand.

"Oh, right away, right away, right away, here it is."

She closed the door.

A few steps to catch up with the child.

The sun shone from behind and hit the ground, as if the road ahead was bright.

"Today, on the first day of school, I have to get along with my classmates and listen to the teacher."

"Got it, got it!"

"Hurry to the bathroom after class."

"Uh-huh."

"Eat to your heart's content, don't be picky, and wait until you come back from school to eat what Ma Ma will cook for you."

"Got it!"

"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

"Whatever."

"The brown sugar steamed buns are good, I heard that there is a one outside the community that sells very well"

"Mom, I don't want to eat brown sugar steamed buns."

"What about corn buns?"

“.”

Gan Xiaojie woke up from her dream and looked outside, it was still dark.

Exhale.

Luckily it wasn't late.

No, school hasn't started yet.

touched her side again, touched her son's smooth belly, she pulled the cold quilt and covered him again, and the little boy turned over and continued to sleep.

Xue Yun struggled to open his eyes, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, Stinky Treasure kicked the quilt."

"Oh."

He closed his eyes again.

Outside the window, a man in a dark green robe with hair tied with a cyan ribbon floated to the ground.

He looked at the two light purple sugarcane-like things in the palm of his hand, and was speechless.

Do you want to throw any pot on his head?

This thing is obviously just a black mist, how did it become his appearance in his hands, can this dumping pot be more obvious!

Boring.

With a pinch of the fingers, it dissipated.

It's hilarious.

When he came into the world, he was attracted by a very strange smell.

At first he didn't understand.

Until he saw Gan Xiaojie.

Gan Xiaojie, sugar cane.

Of course, Gan Xiaojie is not a sugar cane, she is just a person who needs to spend her life to heal her childhood, but she is somehow targeted by some shady things.

It wasn't just eyeing her, it was targeting her man.

And he saved them.

Not because of them.

Yes, the kid.

That's his little sugar cane.

Parents are entangled by negative forces, eerie, and uncontrolled mood swings, and children who grow up in such an environment are definitely toxic.

This has proven to be the case.

Twenty years later, the boy has grown into a handsome but unusually gentle boy.

But how gentle he is on the surface, how crazy and dark he is on the inside.

The ability he has is beyond the reach of Gan Xiaojie and Xue Yun combined, which is very terrifying.

All you need is a thought, a little obsession, no contact, you can

It's simple.

He proclaimed himself a messenger of justice.

Take care of the injustices in the world.

The world is not just black and white, there are more gray areas.

Grey areas that can't be managed.

Unfair area.

It's a big city, it's a lot of people, and people are dying every day.

Dead people

A lot of people died.

Who can doubt him?

Isn't that normal.

However, he has become abnormal when he is exposed to these negative factors every day.

How bad!

Why are these people so bad!

Why are there so many bad guys in the world!

Bad boys, bad adults, bad old men

It can't be extinguished.

It's popping up all the time, like weeds all over the ground.

A world with so many bad things

Why not simply destroy it.

Little boy doesn't have that much ability to destroy the world, but he destroys a city.

Song Shi sighed when he thought about it.

His little purple cane, you're just purple, you're not poisoned!

Call.

Worry about!

Decades.

Song Shi stayed in this world for decades, and when the boy died naturally, he returned to the space with a light purple thumb-thick sugar cane and planted it in Wufu Mountain.

(End of chapter)