The system takes me to pull hatred

Leaving a glance at the place where Shu Lu disappeared, Ling Chen paused, before coming to the third living dead.

The name of this living dead is Duanmurou, female, age.

As her name suggests, Duanmurou is a really gentle girl, Ling Chen didn't have to forcefully pull her out of the ghost team, just called her, and she came out voluntarily.

What made Ling Chen even more relaxed and happy was that Duanmu Rou took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"What a gentle girl." It has to be said that Ling Chen was almost softened by her actions.

If she abducts her back and becomes a girlfriend, she probably doesn't even need to pee herself.

"Why is my boyfriend so obsessed with the one hundred yuan that ends in 52? He is not such a romantic person at all!" Although Duanmurou was very gentle, his eyes were numb at this time, and his words were quite mechanical.

"A hundred yuan that ends in 52?" Ling Chen frowned, reached out to touch Duanmurou's forehead, and closed his eyes to search her memory.

After 2 minutes, Ling Chen opened his eyes, and a trace of envy flashed across them.

It turned out that Duanmurou's boyfriend had given her a hundred-yuan coin with the number ending in 52, and told her that she could not spend this one-hundred-yuan coin with the number ending in 52, and had to wait until he found another one. After the 520 hundred yuan, you can spend this hundred-yuan name coin with a mantissa of 52.

Whenever Duanmurou has no money, she will say to her boyfriend: "Can I spend that money first?"

Every time her boyfriend said no, he sent money to Duanmurou.

Therefore, Duanmurou asked her boyfriend every day: "Why are you so obsessed with the money that ends in 52? You are obviously not a romantic person!"

However, her boyfriend never told Duanmurou every time, but just looked at her with a smile and remained silent.

"Sir, do you know why my boyfriend is so obsessed with the money that ends in 52?" Duanmurou faced Ling Chen, although his eyes were numb, his expression was very serious.

Obviously, this question has troubled her for a long time, otherwise she would not have let the gentle her show such a look.

Ling Chen looked at Wang Chuan Shui under the bridge, and smiled slightly: "Because your boyfriend loves you!"

"Love me? Why do you say that?"

Ling Chen explained: "You never take the initiative to tell your boyfriend that you have no money to spend, so your boyfriend deliberately left you a hundred-yuan life coin with a ending number of 52 that cannot be spent. In time, he will know."

After the words fell, Duanmurou's figure froze, and his numb eyes regained clarity in an instant.

She didn't speak, but a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

That smile lives in him.
Looking at the direction where Duanmu Rou disappeared, Ling Chen smiled knowingly.

He knew that the most beautiful life was hidden in her smile.

"There is one last undead. After answering the questions, the first task of the assistant is completed." Ling Chen looked at the long line of ghosts, heaved a sigh of relief, and came to the last undead.

The name of the living dead is Mu Kuisheng, female, 12 years old, and a little girl of the Yi nationality.

Ling Chen looked around Mu Kuyisheng carefully, and found that she was a very shy and shy little girl. Compared with the three living dead before, her eyes were not numb, but full of bright colors.

However, in this bright color, there is also a trace of sadness mixed in.

"Little brother, can I see my parents again?" Before Ling Chen could pull Mu Kuyisheng out of the ghost team, Mu Kuyisheng looked up at Ling Chen and asked with his lips pursed.

"See Mom and Dad?" Ling Chen was taken aback, reached out to touch Mu Kuisheng's forehead, closed his eyes and searched her memory.

But what surprised Ling Chen was that Mu Kuyisheng's memory seemed to be blocked by a door, and he couldn't probe it at all.

In psychology, the human mind is divided into three layers.

Superficial psychology, middle psychology and deep psychology.

When people communicate with each other, we can learn the superficial psychology of both parties in the dialogue.

Middle-level psychology requires experienced psychometricians to cooperate with the investigation to learn.

As for the deep psychology, it is the most fundamental thing in a person's heart, and unless there is soul communication, it is impossible to know at all.

Could it be that this child has hidden the memories of his parents in the deep psychology?

"Little brother, can I see my parents again?" Mu Kuisheng looked at Ling Chen and asked again.

It's just that in this interrogation, there was a touch of prayer.

Ling Chen pondered for a moment, then reached out to touch Mu Kuisheng's forehead again.

He didn't deliberately search for the pictures of his parents in Mu Kuisheng's memory, but instead searched for what she was doing in the past few days.

About half a minute later, Ling Chen's figure froze.

He saw a composition in Mu Kuisheng's memory.

This composition was written the day before yesterday, and the handwriting is very illegible, but it is not difficult to read clearly.

Dad died four years ago.

My father loved me the most during his lifetime, and my mother tried to find a way to make delicious food for me every day.

Maybe mom misses him too.

My mother is sick, and she is going to the town and other provinces.

The money is gone, and the disease is not cured.

That day, my mother fell down, and seeing my mother was very uncomfortable, I cried.

I said to my mother: "Mom, you will definitely get better. I support you. Eat the food I cooked and sleep, and you will be fine."

The next morning, my mother couldn't get up and looked very ugly.

I hurriedly called my uncle, who had just come home from work, to send my mother to the town.

On the morning of the third day, I went to the hospital to see my mother, but she was still awake.

I gently washed her hands and she woke up.

Mom took my hand and called me by my nickname: "Sister, Mom wants to go home."

I asked: "Why?"

"It's uncomfortable here, but it's still comfortable at home."

I took my mother home, sat for a while, and then I went to cook for my mother.

After the meal is ready, go and call mom, who is dead.

The textbook said that there is a Sun Moon Lake in a certain place, and that is the tears that the daughter shed when she missed her mother.

The day before yesterday, I came home from school and there was a bowl of oil-salt rice in the pot.

Yesterday, when I came home from school, there was no bowl of oil-salt rice in the pot.

Today, I fried a bowl of oil and salt rice and put it in front of my mother's grave.

After reading this composition, Ling Chen was silent for a long time.

To be honest, he didn't know what words to use to describe his mood after reading this composition.

Heaviness, discomfort, sympathy.
More, it is an unspeakable grief.

In Mu Kuisheng's memories of daily life, she herself is a shy, a little shy, optimistic girl who wears clothes and pants that are well washed.

Her language organization ability is very good, she likes to draw, she studies very hard, and her grades are considered above average in the class.

After her mother passed away, grandma still had to take care of her cousin, and the youngest brother was left alone, so she took her brother to school with her when she went to school, and her brother followed her in class.

The younger brother is also very obedient and doesn't cry in class.

After school in the afternoon, she went up the mountain alone to cut pigweed, and then went home to cook.

At night, grandma doesn't live at home. She takes her two younger brothers and three of them live in one room, but now his younger brothers have all gone to other provinces, so she and her cousin live together at home at night.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Chen looked at Mu Kuisheng, and asked with distress: "It's just you and your cousin at night, are you afraid?"

"We have a dog at home, I'm not afraid, and I won't be afraid in the future!" Mu Kuisheng shook his head and grinned.

This extremely resolute answer made Ling Chen feel a little distressed.

This is a child who is in the mountains of poverty, who is unlucky but still maintains innocence, and is still eager to learn in poverty.

In this place, life is extremely difficult. There is no mobile phone signal and no source of income. They can only live on potatoes, vegetables, and noodles.

The school of Mukuyisheng is an abandoned adobe building, with a national flag erected, barely able to accommodate more than 30 people.

If you want to go to school, you have to walk for more than an hour. The mountain road is steep and muddy during the rainy season. Even horses, sheep and other livestock occasionally fall off the cliff and die.

Even so, the supply of schools is still in short supply, and half of the children in the village of Mukuyisheng are still out of school.

Ling Chen felt very uncomfortable.

When three-quarters of us are in poetry and far away, those one-quarter of us are still struggling.

How can there be any quiet time, but someone is carrying the weight for you to move forward.

"Little brother, can I see my parents again?" Mu Kuisheng looked at Ling Chen and asked for the third time.

"Yes!" This time, Ling Chen answered.

Tears welled up in Mu Kuisheng's eyes: "You lied, your parents are dead, they are all dead."

"Mu Kuyisheng, your parents are not dead. If you define the moment your parents were born as having all the time, your parents are indeed dead." Ling Chen shook his head and said seriously.

"But if the moment your parents die is defined as your parents having all their time, then your parents have never lost time, but gained time."

"That is to say, they have been with you in the long river of time, but they have changed a way to continue to protect you by your side."

Mu Kuyisheng wiped his tears, looked up at Ling Chen: "Is it true?"

"Really, Mom and Dad have always been by your side and have never gone far. They hope that you will study hard and live hard." Ling Chen nodded heavily and stretched out his little finger.

"Promise little brother, don't give up, okay?"

"Yeah, I promise little brother." Mu Kuisheng's bright eyes radiated a touch of color, he stretched out his little finger, and pulled the hook with Ling Chen.

"Little brother, I'm going back, Mom and Dad are still waiting for me at home!"

"Okay!" Ling Chen patted Mu Kuyisheng's head, watching her figure slowly disappear on the upper floor of Naihe Bridge.

Mu Kuisheng smiled and went back.

However, Ling Chen's heart was still heavy.

Is the suffering worth it?

Do not!
Suffering is suffering, and suffering does not bring success!
Suffering is not worth pursuing at all. People live hard because suffering cannot be avoided!

Mu Kuyisheng is just a representative, besides her, there are tens of thousands of victims of suffering!
Hypocritical wealthy people talk about hypocritical riches, and build their wealth tremblingly on the sacrifices of some suffering people.

Their wealth is violence to the suffering. People will unconsciously hurt others just by living, and as long as they live, they will bear suffering.

In a world surrounded by desires, skyscrapers piled up by desires, are they escaping from the shackles, or getting stuck in it?
Ling Chen suddenly felt a little dazed and confused, but soon, he was replaced by firmness.

Since this world is cursed by desire, then I will unravel this curse!

I would like to hold a lamp in the dark place of the world, not only to illuminate others, but also to see myself!