Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

A few days ago, the ghosts discovered that Shi Xiaorui's sleeping time was getting longer and longer.

She slept during the day and felt sleepy at night, and she was always unable to cheer up.

Some old ghosts who had been dead for a long time realized that it was almost time for her to leave.

After spending so long with Shi Xiaorui, the ghosts have heard about the Shi family, and they want to do one last thing for Shi Xiaorui before she dies.

"Let me ask you." Shi Xiaorui asked in the direction of Mr. Shi, "Have you been sick these past few days? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Mr. Shi was silent. He was really not feeling well these days.

But compared with Shi Xiaorui's fifty years of pain, what is it?

I was in pain all over my body, from the inside out. I gradually lost my vision and was unable to walk. I even had to find help to go to the toilet.

It was not only physical torture, but also mental destruction.

She can't have a sense of shame and always has to look inferior to others, because she doesn't know when she will get others into trouble.

She endured this kind of life for more than 18,000 days and nights.

Does the Shi family owe her only one life?

While her cousin was receiving flowers and applause on the stage, she stared at the empty ceiling in the ward in a daze. When her cousin's family reunited with the Mei family, she couldn't even sit up to eat by herself.

Who should she turn to for her dreams, her health, and her self-esteem?

She should have been singing Nuo opera freely and freely all her life, traveling all over the country with her husband. They may or may not have children. In a few years, she might be able to pass on Nuo opera to future generations.

Mr. Shi had mixed feelings in his heart. If he had met his cousin earlier, he would have regarded her as his mother and provided for her well.

It's too late.

Shi Maohai, who had been so angry with Shi Xiaorui before, stood up and slapped himself twice, hating himself for why he had to speak so carelessly.

"Haha, you know that it's uncomfortable to be sick, and it's even more uncomfortable to be embarrassed." Shi Xiaorui said with a smile, "Forget it, let's not mention it. I've already told you the story. Telling it again will be a spoiler."

Chu Yao suddenly said: "Grandma Shi, can you sing a Nuo opera for us?"

Shi Xiaorui hesitated and declined: "I'm too tired today. I can't sing anymore. I can't sing anymore."

"Auntie, just sing a part!" Shi Maohai knelt in front of the bed and begged.

Mr. Shi also said: "Yes, please sing a few lines. I have wanted to listen to the singing of Nuo opera for a long time, but I have never been able to do it. You sing with me today, and I will share Nuo opera with others in the future. It’s also a kind of inheritance.”

Seeing that she had been persuaded a little bit, Chu Yao struck while the iron was hot and said with a smile: "Grandma, if you don't satisfy our wishes, I will bully those ghost friends of yours."

"You little girl, why are you so unreasonable!" Shi Xiaorui pretended to be angry, "Okay, I'll sing a short section for you. When I get tired, I'll stop singing."

She cleared her throat and softly chanted a simple and low tune. It was peaceful at first, and she slowly told a story that happened thousands of years ago.

Then, as the protagonist fell into a trough, Shi Xiaorui's singing became a bit more confused and panicked.

Even without the cooperation of gongs and drums, her voice can vividly express the plot of the story.

Mr. Shi stood up unconsciously. He closed his eyes and listened attentively.

He is often said to be a genius that surpasses his father, but he has only learned the true singing skills of opera today.

Shi Xiaorui thought that her physical condition would allow her to sing for two or three minutes at most, but unexpectedly she sang to the end in one breath. She gradually lost the pain in her body, forgot her age, and was completely immersed in the play.

Accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun, her voice became clearer and louder, as if she was about to break through the clouds and reveal the desperate situation of the world.

The flying birds will eventually reach the sky.

It wasn't until there was no more sound in the ward that Mr. Shi and Shi Maohai woke up from a dream.

Chu Yao covered Shi Xiaorui with a quilt. She looked at the old man who had closed his eyes and thought that she should be happy at the last moment of her life.

Mr. Shi wiped his tear-soaked face and said to Chu Yao: "Thank you very much for today's matter. My cousin... we will take care of the funeral. It's not early today, so why not have a meal together?" meal?"

"You go back first. I won't have dinner with you. I still have some things to do." Chu Yao said calmly.

"Ah...oh, right, right..." Mr. Shi was stunned for a moment before he realized that they also thoughtfully provided an after-sales over-the-counter program.

Shi Maohai, a man in his thirties, was also in tears. He had just come out of the bathroom after tidying up and respectfully said to Chu Yao: "Since you still have something to do, I'll call you the payment first. How do you think it will be settled? Bank. Transfer or check?”

Chu Yao smiled slightly and said, "There is no need for extra payment. Didn't I hear a good show?"

After the Shi family father and son left the nursing home, Chu Yao sat on the chair, as if waiting for something.

A ray of white light stood up from Shi Xiaorui's body, and she returned to her appearance when she was in her twenties. One look at her appearance showed that she was a lively and bold girl.

After her death, Shi Xiaorui's vision also recovered. She hadn't experienced the feeling of seeing the world with her eyes for a long time, and she looked around excitedly.

"You...you haven't left yet?" Shi Xiaorui covered her mouth in surprise, then smiled sheepishly.

The little girl in front of her could be her granddaughter, but she suddenly regained her girlish nature and could no longer control her actions.

All the ghosts in the room came out. They stayed and listened to Shi Xiaorui's last scene.

"Xiaorui, guess which one I am?"

"Sister Xiaorui, do you still recognize me?"

"What about me? Do you think I am Lao Pan or Feiyang?"

Shi Xiaorui called out their names one by one. The ghosts were amazed and asked her how she guessed it.

"You are stupid, I couldn't see before, but I can hear!" Shi Xiaorui couldn't help but laugh.

She looked around and found that there was one person missing, and asked, "Where is Brother Yang? Why isn't he here?"

Brother Yang was the first ghost she met. He always listened to her singing silently and rarely spoke.

Perhaps it was related to the cause of death, but his voice was unique and hoarse.

"Xiao Rui..." He walked out from the corner and said shyly, "I'm sorry, I kept it secret from you for a long time. It's me."

Shi Xiaorui covered her mouth in disbelief. The man in front of her was exactly the same as the year she left. Is it because he became young again after his death, or...