"Lin, my memory has changed. Oriental Reading Network ...... What did you do? ”

clicked on the message, and Mu Ge's voice flowed out of the phone. The voice was still gentle, with a calming power.

"This is the message I found in my voicemail. The ...... sent to me by Ah Ling While we were meeting the child, she called and sent me this ......"

Message, a woman's voice came.

Her cries, her pleadings, her reluctance and grief, as I really felt in my dreams.

"I'm sorry...... Mu Ge ...... I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

The woman muttered.

"I love you...... Mu Ge ......"

The sound ends there.

I exhaled sadly, and my sigh trembled a little.

Mu Ge's voice sounded.

"The original one, there is no last sentence...... She didn't have time...... No ...... can say 'I love you'"

My eyes widened and I stared blankly at the ceiling lamp above my head.

The light made my eyes hurt and my vision blurred.

Mu Ge's voice brought a little sadness, a little smile, "She didn't say it originally...... I remembered, I thought of you. Xiao Ai also admitted that she found you. She...... also heard Ah Ling's last words. I ......"

Mu Ge's voice disappeared, and only his crying remained.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and said, "Thank you." I've decided to send my little love to my parents-in-law. Probably, she will be in danger...... I'm not with her and she might run into ......"

Mu Ge choked again, "She can't forget these for a while, but in a few years, she will get used to it." I'm going to ask the seniors in the circle to take care of her more. She's still young, and in a few years, forget about me, at least ...... Like Ah Ling said, she won't love me that much. She was able to live well...... I will stay in Minqing, stay here. If you have any needs, please don't be polite. ”

He paused, then laughed self-deprecatingly, "I find myself quite ridiculous." I've never seen the people around me. I haven't seen Ah Ling clearly, nor have I seen my parents clearly...... When they died...... They didn't say anything to me, they didn't ask me anything...... I always thought they were sick and dead. They have always said that when they were young, they suffered too much, and when they got old, their bodies showed them color. Arthralgia, headache...... Ha...... I...... I didn't notice it at all...... I didn't find out that Ah Ling was ...... She was...... I was such a fool to take her word for it. I don't even understand the heart of the person I love the most...... I ......"

Mu Ge's voice stopped again.

A few seconds later, I heard Mu Ai's voice.

"Daddy......"

"Little Love ......"

"Dad, don't cry......" There was a suppressed cry in the child's voice, "I will be obedient, I will not make Dad sad." I...... I won't ...... anymore Love Daddy Anymore...... Father...... Father...... You have to be good...... You have to be good...... I don't want a guardian spirit anymore...... Xiao Ai doesn't want to protect the spirit...... Woohoo......"

The little girl's cry finally broke out.

In Mu Ai's howling and crying, this voice message ended.

My tears flowed uncontrollably.

It's ridiculous that I have envied the abilities of this father and daughter before. But who could have known that their abilities were the most cruel harm to their loved ones, to themselves?

I......

I thought of what Ye Qing and all of them had said.

They are optimistic about my abilities, and they are happy that my abilities have appeared.

The responsibilities I don't want to take on are nothing less than a kind of hope for them, right?

I envy them somehow, and they ......

I raised my hand and blindfolded myself.

……

I was woken up by the sound of birdsong in the morning.

My eyes were so swollen that I couldn't open them.

The ceiling lights were on overnight.

I probably cried all night, too.

His face was dry, and tears were streaming down his face. My chin is very sore, and my heart is still sore and swollen.

The rest of the body was uncomfortable and the pain was unbearable.

With some difficulty, I rolled over and sat up from the bed.

This action made me complain all over my musculoskeletal body.

The phone is still lit up with a message tone.

It wasn't Mu Ge who sent anything again, but a message from his sister.

They went to see the sunrise early this morning and now sent me the pictures.

The photos should be automatically retouched, the sunrise is beautiful, and the lively and cute little girls in the photos are also beautiful.

It's certainly not the kind of master's photography, but the joy that comes out of the picture makes people laugh from the bottom of their hearts.

Normally, I should unconsciously hook the corners of my mouth and reply to my sister's message.

But I looked at those smiling faces and was distracted for a long time.

I couldn't laugh.

Not only because of the sadness of last night, but also because of the photo of a girl.

It was a very tall girl, standing at the back, and also showing a somewhat sexual face.

I noticed her, not because she was special, but because she was in the sun, with a slight sense of transparency.

I looked at it for a long time and confirmed that this was not the P picture technique of these little girls, nor did they happen to shoot some artistic effects when they took pictures, but the girl herself, which was a little transparent.

Normal people are not transparent.

I went through the chats.

In the photos sent by my sister, there are not many girls with that girl.

I searched for a long time and saw her in the background of some photos.

There is a picture of my sister sharing a large ice cream cup with other girls, and the girl is sitting at a table in the back, and only one silhouette is photographed. The figure was blurry, as if it had a focal length problem.

There are several girls such as my sister holding hands and taking a very stereotypical group photo in front of the attraction. The girl was in front of the attraction's commissary, seemingly picking something, and her figure was blocked by the shopkeeper.

Looking carefully at the corners and corners of each photo, I found a little strange in the photo of them playing with fairy sticks.

It was a slender hand, with long fingers and very beautiful fingers, but the palm next to the palm was larger, and it looked like a boy's hand.

I remembered when my sister first graduated. A few of their classmates, who didn't know which movie or TV they watched, wanted to play a romantic beauty, bought new clothes and fairy sticks, designed pictures together, and took photos. At that time, one of them had a girl who was pushed out to play the "male lead" because of her big hands, good-looking hands, and a bit of sexualized temperament. After the photos were taken, several of them were so beautiful that they agreed to take the same set of photos after the college entrance examination. When I graduate from university, I will take another set of photos as a souvenir.

This trip meant that the first best friends were reunited, and they did take time to take photos of the same theme.

I didn't look closely at it before, but now I realize that the beautiful hand in the photo is flashing with the fireworks of fairy sticks.

The fireworks are not in the hand, but behind the hand.

It was also through that hand that I saw the fireworks of the fairy stick.

Obviously, this is the hand of the ghost.

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