The dark fog lifted, and I was sitting on a spacious clay kang playing as a young man. The mother sewed her brother's frayed pants on the side. Suddenly, I felt a chill all around me, and I caught a glimpse of a black shadow rising from the mud in front of the kang and floating towards me. "Wow---", I burst into tears. "Big baby--quick--your brother's illness is happening again." My mother took me in her arms. The elder brother, who was playing outside the house, swooped into the house and picked up the peachwood sword placed on the kang. "---- there," I shouted at my brother, pointing to the shadow's location. "Kill--", my brother shouted as he stabbed my finger with his peachwood sword. The shadow vanished suddenly. As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, a black shadow with teeth and claws suddenly pressed against my cheek, and my head couldn't help but push back and make a swing.

The lights in the hospital corridor dimmed for some reason, and I leaned down to pick up the backpack that had fallen on the ground, and a small figure was hunched over my backpack as far as I could see.

"Why? Why don't you want me anymore?", a spell-like voice sounded in my ears, and the little face that looked up was wrapped in a thick fog and couldn't see the true face. Frightened, I sat on the ground.

"I'm your daughter! But why don't you want me twice, why? Why ......", the hysterical cry seemed to overturn the whole building. I looked around in a panic, was I dreaming? I couldn't help but slap myself in the face according to the common sense of life. The feeling of pain told me it didn't seem like a dream. The repetition of the word "twice" struck me deep in my heart, and I was shocked to recall the absurdity of many years ago. Is this what retribution is called? The soul of a child I gave up came to me? I tried to get up, but I couldn't do anything, so I could only look stupidly at the small figure on my backpack.

Is this the child I gave up?

"Daddy--", a childish call came from the thick fog.

My heart was completely crushed by this "Dad", trembling and stretching out my hands, the guilt in my heart slowly overcame the fear, gently hugged the small body, and unconsciously spit out three words in my mouth--- "I'm sorry".

The thick fog gradually dissipated, and what came into my eyes was not the seeping face in the ghost movie, and the pink face was not at all ugly as a newborn child, but the tears on my face were shining like morning dew, and the grievances in my eyes were like an overwhelming flood that instantly submerged me.

The recklessness of falling in love with our wife allowed us to have our first child. At that time, we were not married, and we had no fixed home, so we secretly went to the hospital to get the baby out. Later, when we got married and had a son, we gradually forgot about the ugly things before marriage. After all, it was an era of openness. But now, many years later, we are doing the same thing again. Although I don't know why this child today is the same child from many years ago, it is I who gave her life, and I am the one who made him lose his life, what a sin this is! And I did it twice!

The lights in the hospital hallway are brightened. A young man and woman passing by looked at me in surprise. I knew they couldn't see the child in my arms, so the act of muttering to me would have led to the popular conclusion that --- person was not mentally normal. But where can I manage so much? Because I really felt the daughter in my arms. She had weight, even if it exuded a terrible chill. In my eyes, she is not a ghost at this moment, but my daughter!

After the operation, his wife was sent to the ward with a hanging bottle and was in a comatose state. The doctor said that the wife had lost too much blood and needed to rest more. I sat in front of the hospital bed with my daughter in my arms. My daughter has been quiet since I picked her up, but her eyes have been staring at me and calling "Daddy" from time to time. I answered her softly and told her that it was my mother who was in bed. The daughter stared at her wife again, and when she saw it, tears welled up in her eyes, but her mouth was tense, as if she was afraid of waking her mother. Looking at this little sensible child in my arms, my heart hurt as if I had been pricked by a needle.

"Mom-mom--" said childishly.

His wife's eyes slowly opened. She looked around blankly, saw me in front of the bed, and smiled at me reluctantly. I thought my wife had heard her daughter's call and stood up to show her the daughter in her arms, but she closed her eyes again.

"Mom can't see me, she can't hear me, only Dad can see me." My daughter pressed her face against my chest, and I couldn't help but hug her with a loving look. Even though she was just a wisp of soul, the feeling of being lost and regained made me forget my fears.

Since I was a child, I have been frail and sickly, and I often see things that others can't see. For this reason, I don't know how many items are placed in the house to ward off evil spirits, but they are not very effective. Later, my father heard from the demi-immortals in the village that a child like me needed to recognize a strong man as a godfather and bring my blood and qi up. So, according to the custom, my mother stood at the door of my house in the middle of the night with me in her arms, waiting for a man who was not afraid of yin qi. My mother waited for ten nights at the appointed hour before a soldier came home in a hurry. The soldier listened to my parents and couldn't refuse it, so he gave me a bullet casing that was going to be given to his child, which was regarded as a godfather. It's strange to say that since then, my body has actually improved, and I can't see anything "unclean". It's just that my godfather seems to have disappeared from the world, and even if my parents ask people to inquire about it, there is no news. When I grew up, listening to my parents talk about my childhood, it always felt like a dream.

This time, I don't know why I can see my daughter's soul again?

While my wife was resting, I took my daughter to the mall next to the hospital. Although others can't see my daughter, as a father, I still want to dress my daughter up as well-behaved and cute. I heard that the soul could not see the light of day, and I wanted to wrap my daughter in my backpack, but the little man shook his hand and said that she was not afraid of the light. There were people coming and going in the mall, and a cold wind blew, and my daughter broke away from my arms and walked on the ground holding my hand, and in a blink of an eye she looked like she was five or six years old.

The daughter's leg doesn't look like there's any problem. Could it be that the doctor made a mistake in the examination? I wanted to ask my daughter, but I opened my mouth but couldn't. "Maybe this child's soul is sound", I can only comfort myself.

The new dress I had bought for my daughter was skillfully touched by her, and a blue flame turned it to ashes while it was already worn on her body. This scene made me suspect that she was not a ghost at all, but a fairy from the sky. Thinking about it makes me feel a lot happier.

I followed my daughter around the mall, and when I walked out of the mall with the big bag and small bag that my daughter selected, I had the idea of scolding in a trance. At a young age, he is so good at buying things, not only for children, but also for adults. I didn't dare to say more, but it was better to follow her without understanding her purpose clearly. But if it goes on like this, it's worth it! This whole thing is a loser! It's a pity that half of the private money I have saved for many years has been emptied in this way.

Since my wife is an older woman, she needs to be hospitalized for a week. I had to call for annual leave, tell my wife to get some rest, and get ready to go home and prepare dinner for her. I originally wanted my daughter to stay in the hospital with my wife, but my daughter pulled the hem of my clothes tightly and showed a very reluctant expression. Thinking about it, too, the wife can't see her. Let her be.

Farewell to my wife, I quietly picked up the big bag and small bag placed at the door of the ward, and dragged a child who was dragging the hem of my clothes out of the hospital gate. The sunset on the horizon is reflected on my body with a warm breeze, although the shadow behind me is lonely, but my heart is warm. There is that wisp of concern behind me, and I am enough at this moment!

His wife was hospitalized. My son lives in high school. There was no one at home.

Stew red dates and angelica black chicken soup for his wife, steam pumpkin and red rice, and then stir-fry celery shredded meat and vinegared cabbage. My heart tightened, she wouldn't just leave, would she? Rushing out of the kitchen, I saw my daughter staring at a photo next to the TV cabinet in the living room. It was a photo I took last year when I traveled to Tibet with my wife and son. A blue light flashed through her eyes, and I hurried over to block the photo, fearing that it would turn to ashes like my daughter's clothes.

"The boy is -- the younger brother. He's so happy! My daughter seemed to have guessed my thoughts.

Suddenly hearing a five or six-year-old child call her son, who is more than ten years older than her, "brother", made me feel a little uncomfortable, but in the face of my daughter's innocent gaze, I felt guilty. Oh, yes! She is also my first child, so it is natural to call my son "brother"!

"Let's go -- try Daddy's craft." In order to eliminate the embarrassment, I picked up my daughter and returned to the kitchen and let her watch my cooking.

"Wow - it smells so good!" The daughter took a sharp breath, and saw that the celery shredded meat and vinegared cabbage on the table disappeared in an instant. I couldn't help but be surprised, picked up the chopsticks and tasted a bite of shredded celery meat, the taste was really much worse than when it was just out of the pot, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart - the soul is really more beneficial than mortals! Fortunately, the lids of the soup pot and rice pot were not opened!

"I'm full." , the daughter sniffed and stretched.

"Dad also made soup, do you want a bowl?", I put down the chopsticks in my hand, picked up a bowl and wanted to serve another bowl of soup to my daughter.

"No need, leave the soup for your mother." , sure enough, it's my mother's little padded jacket, and I know that I feel sorry for my mother.

My wife had just undergone surgery and had no appetite, so she drank a bowl of chicken soup and ate a small half bowl of rice and said that she couldn't eat it, and said at the same time as putting down the chopsticks, "Today's dish is really unpalatable, you won't buy it in the restaurant downstairs, right?" I could only pretend to be stupid and say, "How can that? Maybe I'm too anxious when cooking. ”。 Fortunately, her daughter didn't want to come along, otherwise she wouldn't know how she would react after listening to this conversation? When I was about to go out, I wanted her to follow me, but this time people didn't want to leave the house, saying that she was tired and wanted to stay at home. At first, I was worried that what would happen if she burned down her home due to her blue light? But then I thought about it. I owe her so much, burn it, burn it. She wants to toss whatever she wants at home.

I stayed with my wife in the hospital for a while, and she urged me to go back. I was also worried that my daughter would get into trouble, so I stopped insisting on it. Before leaving, my wife told me not to send breakfast tomorrow, but to make her steamed pork ribs for lunch. I answered and hurried home, thinking about the possible situation at home on the way, I was really anxious, and when I almost arrived at the area where my home was located, I didn't see the smoke billowing and I let go of half of my heart.

When I got home, I searched around and found my daughter, but I didn't see what she bought, and I don't know where she put it away? The daughter fell asleep. She hovered above her son's bed, shrouded in a lilac mist, like a chaotic elf, like a sleepy fairychild, and she didn't look like a ghost. I was a little stunned, and at the same time, a hidden question gradually came to my mind. What is the purpose of my daughter's coming to me? Revenge on me and my wife? It doesn't look like she had a chance when she was in the hospital. Does she want to do it to her son? It must be so! She was jealous that we wanted our son but didn't want her, otherwise why would there be a blue light in her eyes when she saw the son in the photo. And why did she sleep in her son's room? She wants to get rid of her son so that he can replace him? If so, that's bad! My son came back from school on Friday. Today is Tuesday and there are three days to go. No, I must make my daughter change her mind in the past three days.