Such a loud noise, of course, will attract the attention of the girl's parents.

They hurried into the room and saw the notebook that had been thrown to the floor.

"Obedient?" The girl's mother shouted.

"I'm here...... I'm right here! The girl looked at her parents with teary eyes.

In the room, only I could see her.

The girl's father looked terrified, and the girl's mother had a look of despair and hope. Her father dragged her mother out.

"Obediently in there!"

"How could our daughter ......"

I didn't hear the conversation between the two of them. It didn't take long for the sound of the door opening and closing. The two seem to be out of the house.

The girl squatted on the ground in despair, "Why...... Why......"

Her question was answered by no one.

But my heart was chilling.

I don't know the answer to this question, but I have a guess.

Perhaps, this is what the people of Aoba say, the state of a person for a period of time after death. They exist in the world in the form of souls, they are not ghosts, and they have not been reincarnated, it is difficult to have an impact on the human world, only people like Gu Mo can discover their existence with their abilities.

Girls are undoubtedly more special. She's not dead, she's still alive. She's not incapable of doing nothing, she's not in a state of complete chaos. She's conscious, she can act, but she's limited to death.

She is unable to communicate with living people in any form, and she is unable to show her presence in front of living people. But she can do something.

This should be a very special state.

I don't know how this state came to be, whether it was a special case or not, but this situation is not lucky for girls, but more desperate, right? He was clearly by his relatives' side, but he couldn't convey his thoughts to them. She can do a lot of things, but there are many more things, things she really wants to do, none of which she can do.

I could already feel the girl's emotional change. She is slipping into deeper despair.

Time passed quietly, and after dark, the girl's parents did not return.

The girl's expression had become blank. She sat motionless in her room.

It wasn't until the new day, when it was bright again, that there was some movement at the door.

Someone opened the door and came in, and the footsteps were messy.

The girl didn't move. But the door was quickly opened.

It wasn't just the girl's parents who came in, but also a man in a monk's robe or a Taoist robe.

I couldn't tell whose family the dress belonged to, but looking at the middle-aged man's somewhat bald head, it was out of tune.

"Master, is it my daughter? Isn't it my daughter? The girl's mother shouted.

The girl's face was tilted up, and there was an expectant expression on her face.

As a bystander, I could clearly see that the man's gaze was moving, and I didn't look at the girl once.

"Phew!" The man roared, lifted the hem of his clothes, took a handful of something out of his pocket, and threw it into the room, "You devil, don't go away quickly!" ”

The girl's body didn't touch those things, but the expression of hope was gone.

"Isn't it my daughter?" The girl's mother is not dead yet.

The man was dissatisfied: "Don't bother me with what I do! With a wave of his hand, he asked the two couples to step back, put on a posture, and waved their palms a few times, chattering in their mouths, unable to hear what they were saying, and the tone was somewhat similar to Wu Ling's performance when he chanted a mantra.

When the girl saw this scene, she couldn't bear it anymore, gritted her teeth, and rushed out of the room. She walked through the man, and also through her parents.

Glancing back at the farce, her body trembled, and she slowly straightened her back and walked through the door to the outside.

As soon as she walked out, the girl's head was lowered and tears were dripping.

She went downstairs step by step, and it took a long time to walk out of the residential building and continue to walk out.

After walking like this for a while, she passed a section of the fence. She stopped and looked at the display board hanging on the wall. It was an exhibition of the achievements of the elementary school, with text introductions and photos taken during the activities of the school's teachers and students.

The girl looked carefully at the words and pictures, walked past two or three display boards, and stopped to see the middle-aged woman surrounded by a group of children in the photo.

I saw her memories. It was her elementary school teacher, who taught music, because she was a piano since elementary school, and every music teacher liked her very much.

She continued on her way to the school gate.

The automatic doors of the school were closed, and the path next to the guard room was not blocked, but there were people in the guard room.

When the girl walked in, of course, no one noticed.

She went to see the billboard in the lobby on the first floor of the teaching building and went up to the top floor.

That's the floor where her class was when she graduated. She is in the third class. Today, this floor is still a fifth-grade classroom, with the Class 3 sign in the middle of the hallway. The teacher's door was closed, but it couldn't stop her. The desks in the class were new, and the student artwork on the walls was no longer familiar to her.

She sat down in the middle seat of the last row. She remembered that it was her seat.

It was cold in the classroom.

She left the classroom and went to the teacher's office, where she accidentally saw a language book on the table. She remembers that this office was for the math group, and the teachers who taught math were in this office.

She looked up and saw the graduation photo in the cabinet next to her.

Graduation photo of the class of 2018.

The principal and vice principal sitting in the center of the photo have not changed, and the dean of education is not the same as before. Oh, it's Ms. Wang, who taught her English in the first place, and this is the graduation photo of her class......

The girl thought about these trivial things, but her consciousness was extremely strong, and it all passed on to my mind.

She looked at the contents of the other cabinets, and in the office of the Chinese teaching team, she saw a mug with a few smiling faces printed on it. She froze in front of the cup.

It was a gift from their class to the teacher on Teacher's Day in the fourth grade, and those cartoon smiling faces were drawn by the art committee of their class, and several cups were printed with the class fee, and each teacher gave one.

She looked at the cup for a long time before going to the other room.

The school playground had been renovated, and she wasn't familiar with it. The famous sayings hanging outside the activity room have not changed. Further on, there's the music classroom.

She lifted the flannel from the piano, opened the lid, and tapped her fingers on the keys.

For a moment, she remembered her music lessons in elementary school. She was called up by the music teacher to play the piano accompaniment, and the teacher sang along with the other students. At the school celebration that year of graduation, she also performed on stage.

The girl sat down, her hands fluttering deftly on the piano, and beautiful music flowed out.

She played a world-famous song, which I heard familiarly, but I couldn't name it.

It was a melody that she looped several times before she stopped.

She couldn't memorize all the scores, but she still remembered this paragraph.

The girl began to be in a daze again.

It took a long time for her to pack up what she had moved and walk out of school.

This time, the direction she was heading in was a little more purposeful.

Twenty minutes later, she stood in the doorway of a junior high school.

(End of chapter)