Has the villain taken his medicine today?

When Shu Ling got home, she was surprised to see her mother still in the room, and it was rare that she didn't go out to drink.

The woman seemed to be in a good mood, smearing in the mirror and humming a little song.

Shu Ling was stunned for a moment, after thinking about it, she still took out the certificate in her schoolbag, walked carefully to the woman, holding the certificate, like presenting a treasure, with an obedient and sweet smile.

"Mom, I won the first prize for this composition."

The woman didn't stop moving, she just glanced at the certificate with light eyes, said "Mmm" in a neutral way, and said casually, "Not bad."

It was just a perfunctory compliment, without any real emotion, but it made Shu Ling's eyes curl up with joy, and the smile that rose from the corner of her mouth couldn't be suppressed.

For Shu Ling, it is very rare to get a compliment from her mother.She studied so hard, was obedient and sensible, but in fact, she just wanted a smile and a soft look from her mother.

Even if she touched her head, she was already very satisfied.

Children never want many things, and a piece of candy can easily coax them into joy.Their world is very simple, so simple that it is either black or white, so simple that right and wrong can be distinguished.

Shu Ling carefully put the certificates into the drawer, there were already a thick pile of certificates inside.She raised her head and asked in a low voice, "Is mom hungry? I'll cook."

The woman frowned and was about to speak, but the phone rang. When she picked up the phone, the expression on her face changed instantly. She was smiling all over her face, and her voice was as soft as water.

Shu Ling pursed her lips, just stood aside and looked at the woman.

She's seen Mom's kindness so many times, but...never for her.

"Hey, okay, Brother Dong, wait for me, I'll be right there."

As the woman said, she walked out of the room quickly, took the small bag on the sofa and went out. During this time, she didn't say a word to Shu Ling, as if she didn't exist.

The little girl stared at the heavily closed door, the light in her eyes dimmed just now, she tried her best to hold the corner of her mouth, talking to herself, as if she was explaining to a woman.

"It's okay, mom is just too busy."

"It's just too busy, so...that's why I ignored me."

She said so, but her voice was dull.

In fact, she knew very well that her mother was not busy, but just didn't care about her.Xiaoling's mother is so busy with work, but she will pick her up from school whenever she is free, and she is not afraid of trouble at all.

Shu Ling makes a small wish every year on her birthday.

She hopes that one day when she walks out of the school gate, she can see her mother standing in the distance waiting for her, reaching out to her and smiling at her.

Just once.

It's a pity that every time she walks out of the school gate full of hope, she is always greeted with disappointment.

Shu Ling rubbed her face, and rubbed back the frustrated expression on her face. When she put down her hands again, her expression became the same as before, docile and well-behaved, without any negative emotions.

She took out the homework from her schoolbag and started to do the questions quietly.

But just after writing a few words, she raised her head, looked around, and said softly, "You're still there, aren't you?"

Qingli sat back on the chair, propped her chin with one hand, looked at her tiltedly, and didn't respond.

Shu Ling seemed to be just asking, and didn't care about Qingli's response.She smiled and stroked the body of the pen with her fingers, her voice tinged with joy.

"Actually, I am really happy today. My mother praised me for the first time. I have won so many awards, but only this time my mother praised me."

"Mom, she... was actually a very good person when I was young. She would hug me, pat my back gently, and buy me delicious candy."

Shu Ling smiled, as if recalling the good memories of the past, but soon, the smile on her face faded a lot.

"But I don't know when, my mother suddenly became very irritable, she would scold and beat people, and my mother would always look at me with disgust. I was very scared, and I thought, is it because I am not good enough, not obedient enough, That's why I made my mother angry."

"So, I try to be good, study hard, and try to make my mother happy."

"But..."

The corners of the little girl's mouth completely collapsed, and her eyes were a little sad.

"It seems that no matter what I do, my mother still hates me."

Her legs are curled up, and Shu Ling's arms are wrapped around her legs, which is an extremely insecure posture.She rested her chin on her knees, looking a little dazed.

"Tell me, is it because I'm so stupid that I don't know how to make my mother happy. I really... really want to go back to the past. At that time, my mother would smile at me gently and touch me gently. my head."

"So gentle, so gentle mother, I really miss my former mother, I really miss..."

The little girl buried her head in the crook of her arms, her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and the small sobbing sound was very clear in the quiet room.

She has been strong for too long, always looking optimistic, even crying is so restrained.But it is precisely this occasional fragility that makes people feel distressed to the extreme.

Qingli's lips fluttered a few times, she wanted to comfort the poor child, but unfortunately she is a ghost, no one can hear her words.

What to do to comfort a child?

Qingli rubbed her chin, then looked out of the window.

...

The hem of the clothes seemed to be gently torn off by something, Shu Ling raised her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and looked at the hem of the clothes, but there was nothing there.

She rubbed her eyes, raised her head, and saw a small light pink flower on the desk at some point.

The little girl picked up the flower, looked at it over and over again, and finally burst into tears.

Seeing the child smiling, Qingli who was standing by the window couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it was not in vain that she had spent so much effort, just to put such a flower, she still had to be lucky for two seconds.

When the time comes, you have to let go, and then you have to concentrate on picking up the little flower and continuing to transport it.

But she was exhausted.

The little girl put on the little flower, and looked in the mirror again and again, shy and happy at the same time.She turned in a circle, and asked expectantly towards the void: "Do I look good?"

This year, Shu Ling is short and thin, her facial features have not yet opened, at most her skin is white and her eyes are bigger.If you want to talk about it, you can only say "cute", and the two words "good-looking" are really missed.

Qingli has always been extremely honest, so she said sternly, "It's not pretty."

Well, kids can't hear anyway.

But Shu Ling suddenly stopped, took off the little flower pinned on her head, and looked a little lonely: "So it's really not pretty."

Qingli:? ? ?

Although there is no evidence, she seriously suspects that the child is dogging her.

Can you hear what she said? !

The little girl seemed to have changed her face. One second she was in a daze, but the next second she sat back in the chair with a smile on her face, her hands resting on her cheeks, her eyes were crescent-shaped, she was really cute.

"Where are you now?"

Qingli silently touched the child's left hand.

To be honest, she was on one side, but the child was talking on the other side, and she felt very uncomfortable looking at it.

Shu Ling quickly turned her head to the left, her smile widened.

"Do you have a name? How about I get one for you."

Qingli's eyelids twitched, these elementary school students always like to give their pets some rustic and weird names, she doesn't want to be called that kind of names all the time.

With a thought, she ruthlessly tugged at the corner of Shu Ling's clothes.

Shu Ling looked at the direction where she was being pulled, walked out of the room curiously, and came to the living room.

Then she saw that the half-eaten pears on the table in the living room suddenly shook.The key is that the windows in the living room are closed and there is no wind, so how could the pear move by itself?

Shu Ling guessed it all at once.

"Ah, pear, are you trying to tell me that you have the word pear in your name?"

"Well, then I'll call you Ali."

The little girl smiled happily, and called Ah Li several times in a row, without feeling annoyed at all.

Qingli felt a little uncomfortable being called, she touched her ears unconsciously, and curled her lips lightly.

"Then Ali is a ghost?" The little girl asked suddenly, her eyes were wide open, but there was only pure curiosity in them, without a trace of fear.

"If not, Ah Li can touch my right hand."

Obviously, ghosts are always the incarnation of demon fear in children's hearts, but this child is lucky, he doesn't have any fear at all.

Qing Li deliberately wanted to scare the children, so she patted Shu Ling's left hand hard.

Shu Ling looked at her left hand, a little dazed.

Qingli smiled triumphantly, although it was disrespectful to scare a child like this, but she...was disrespectful!

"It turns out that Ah Li is really a ghost." Shu Ling regained consciousness and said softly.

"Xiao Ling said that the ghosts who stay in the human world all die miserably, have not accomplished what they want to do, and are unwilling to reincarnate. Is it the same for Ah Li?"

"It was a miserable death... Didn't it hurt when Ah Li died? Unfortunately, I can't help Ah Li."

There was pity and distress in the little girl's eyes, as if she really felt sorry for Qingli, just because of an unreliable rumor.

Qingli was suddenly speechless, seeing the child's innocent face, her heart couldn't help softening.

The kindness of children always brings joy to the heart.

"Ali, you can tell me what you want to do, and I will help you when I am able!" Shu Ling said seriously, she turned and ran back to the room, prepared the pen and paper, and placed them neatly on the On the table, waiting eagerly.

Qingli glanced at her hand, and twitched the corners of her mouth. If she could write, she would have written it long ago. She might be tortured to death by the pain before holding the pen for a few seconds.

But... She feels that the time she can touch the entity is gradually getting longer. At first, two seconds was the limit, and it was still very difficult. Now it is relatively easy to contact for two seconds, and it can even develop for a longer time.

Maybe one day... she can also communicate with children on paper.

Seeing that the pen hadn't moved for a long time, the little girl sighed in disappointment.

"It seems that Ali can't write."

Just when Shu Ling refused to give up and was trying to figure out how to communicate with Ali, the door was suddenly opened.

"Shu Ling, come here and call Uncle." The woman held a man's arm, and she rarely smiled at Shu Ling.

"Mom." Shu Ling walked over hesitantly, and shifted her gaze to the man next to the woman little by little.

When she saw the man's face clearly, her pupils dilated suddenly.

he is...

The author has something to say: something happened at home, so I wrote it late.