The girl's parents thanked the doctor, helped each other out, and left the hospital.

The girl followed this time.

I followed the family of three, and when they got on the bus, I followed.

At night, Minqing City is lit up everywhere, and there are many lights that make up the night scene.

There were a lot of people in the car, and there were no empty seats.

The girl's parents pull on the handrail railing. The girl was about to reach out, but when she saw her hand pass through the person next to her, she gave up.

The car sped away, and the people in the carriage shook slightly.

I was unaffected, completely fixed in the car, not moving. I don't know when I got used to it and was able to control my body.

The girl floated in the car, swaying gently as the car moved and stopped, just like the other passengers in the car.

She looked out the window at the night scene, and slowly, her body was the same as me, not moving in the car.

When the car arrived, her parents got off the bus and walked for more than ten minutes to enter a community.

The girl and I followed them into the house all the time.

They rested, washed, and prepared for bed, tired, while the girl went into her bedroom.

I watched in amazement as the girl opened the door, walked in, and closed the door again.

When I turned my head, the girl's parents were in the room, and they didn't seem to hear any movement.

I hurried through the door and looked up.

The lights are on. It can't be that the girl's parents forgot to turn off the lights.

The girl looked at the things in the bedroom, reached out and stroked the desk and notebook, and gently pressed it against the poster on the wall. That's a female star, the goddess of Yan who the thin man likes very much. The style of the poster is very dreamy, with the starry sky in the background, and the actress known to fans as Goddess Yan is wearing a gorgeous white princess dress, just like Her Royal Highness the princess in the universe.

If you take a photo of this style by another person, you will definitely be sprayed to death. It's too middle and too pretending, ordinary people can't suppress this style. But Goddess Yan is indeed outstanding in temperament and appearance, and this style is beautifully expressed by her.

I vaguely remember that this should be the title song style of one of her albums. In recent years, few people have bought such things as records, but Goddess Yan's record sales are a strange existence that can go hand in hand with her online paid downloads, and it is somewhat due to her excellent performance in image and performance.

The girl reached out and opened the notebook.

This surprised me again.

I've never seen a ghost or a soul do this kind of life-like action. Even myself, in my current state, it is difficult to do this kind of thing.

The girl doesn't have the same feelings I have. She opened her notebook and pulled out a record from the bookcase next to her. The cover of the record box is the starry sky princess shape of Goddess Yan. She put the disc inside into her notebook, and after a few clicks of the mouse, there was a music video for a song.

Goddess Yan's ethereal and somewhat playful singing voice came out of the notebook.

On the screen of a notebook, a princess in a white dress dances through the starry sky.

The special effects are great, so they don't feel awkward. But the girl did not appreciate these. Her eyes as she watched the video were not in focus.

She looped the MV and went to the bookcase again, finding a box pressed against the bottom of the bookcase.

The tin box was supposed to hold chocolate, but now, it contains a lot of small things.

In the maple-shaped notebook, there is some childish handwriting, and the "famous sentences" in the style of the middle school are copied with colorful pens.

I received fragmentary memories of the girl in my mind. It was a picture of a little girl taking it seriously, copying "famous sentences" in front of books and computer screens.

The girl sat on the floor, read page by page, put the notebook aside, and took out a small cloth bag in the tin box.

The cloth bag may have been filled with candy, and the word "Xi" was embroidered on it, red and gorgeous, and decorated with some gold threads, which looked quite beautiful. Inside the bag is a string of bracelets, small round red beads, the material seems to be plastic, and it is not worth much. The girl looked at it and put it back.

At the same time, I also saw the girl's memories of this string of beads. This is a cheap bracelet she bought in a street shop on her way out of school one day when she was in elementary school. The reason is that one of the classmates showed off the bracelet he was wearing in class that day. The little girl's jealousy and comparison, some cute, some shameful. So after she bought it, she never wore it.

There was also a stack of bookmarks in the tin box. That's buying magazines and giving them away.

In addition, there was a fountain pen, which she bought with the same table in junior high school, and they each had one, which was replaced by a ballpoint pen and a fountain pen after not being used a few times.

At the bottom of the box, there are several cartoon-shaped erasers, pigs, dogs, and kittens...... All kinds of animals, neatly arranged. This kind of eraser can't be wiped clean, and it doesn't work as well as the boxy white eraser. When she bought it, she didn't want to use it, just to look good.

The girl's hand touched the erasers, and she put away the things she had just taken out.

She looked at the open bookcase door and pulled out a hardcover book from inside.

In the hardcover book, there is a girl's weekly diary, and there is also a teacher's red pen correction on it, which should be school homework.

“…… On the weekend, I went to the flower show with my sister. tulips, roses, bright colors; Narcissus, jasmine, elegant and pure...... Thanks to the efforts of scientists, the flowers of the four seasons are gathered in one exhibition, and they have studied the laws of growth and flowering of various plants, and used modern technology to artificially control the growth environment of plants...... The rapid development of human science and technology has made the impossible possible and allowed human beings to simulate nature, which is an important development of human civilization...... We must also understand that human beings can only imitate nature, not create nature, and we should be in awe of nature......"

This is a typical school essay and is very formatted.

The girl seemed to have something in mind.

She looked up, searched, and found a hardcover book on the cabinet one floor above. This hardcover book is much larger, about the size of A4 paper, and the paper inside is also cardboard.

The first page opened to reveal the kind of golden handwriting, "photo albums" in several languages, and hand-drawn silver star motifs.

On the next page, there are four photographs. Each photo is accompanied by a text introduction and a variety of small patterns.

I've never done anything like this, and my sister isn't that literary. But when I was in college, I saw someone in the dormitory next door doing it, and they were trying to please their girlfriends and play romance. This photo album of girls is also for romance, but it is her own romance.

She flipped through the pages and found several pictures among the flowers. As she wrote in her weekly diary, tulips and roses are bright in color, and narcissus and peonies are elegant and pure......

She flipped a few more pages back, and there were simple landscape photos, photos of herself, and photos with others.

Flipping to the end, a few familiar photos appeared.

Several girls hugged each other and smiled brightly. All around them, there were flickering fireworks.

It's not P coming out, it's the other girls helping to lift the fairy stick. My sister said that they took this photo several times before they got this effect, and their faces were stiff with smiles. I said at the time, just find a P-map software, there is this kind of fireworks template. My sister also despises me for not knowing the mood.

Next to it is a beautiful photo of a hand. It looked like a boy's big hand wrapped around a girl's small hand, and the two of them held a fairy wand together.

The girl's page-turning stopped.

She looked up for a long time and saw a duffel bag next to the bed.

She went to open the duffel bag and flipped through it for a while until she found her phone.

The group chat message was turned over. A lot of new information has been swiped in that group, and the itinerary of the trip is basically completely determined.

The phone has only 1% of its battery left, and that 1% runs out after a few seconds. The phone screen flashed and went completely dark.

In the dark screen, the fluorescent lamp above the girl's head was reflected, but the girl's tearful face was not reflected.

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