I'm just a "little half fairy"

Yan Ting walked into the room where the woman was lying. Besides Sun Fugui, there was his youngest son in the room.He seemed to be frightened by his mother, hiding in the corner and crying loudly.

The woman lying on the bed had a gloomy face, with some white foam on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were wide open, and she kept repeating the previous sentence in her mouth.

Yan Ting's attention was not on her, but on an old man with gray hair.

She squatted beside the woman, her old and frail body looming in the dim light.

Obviously, no one in the room could see her.

The old man's face did not have the stern expression of most innocent souls. On the contrary, her expression was more of helplessness and despair.

Yan Ting approached her slowly, stared at her and said, "Come with me, don't hurt anyone anymore."

Sun Fugui silently walked to the corner and hugged his son, the two watched Yan Ting talking into the air, and stayed in the corner in a daze, not daring to speak anymore.

The old man squatting next to the woman raised his head and looked at Yan Ting with red and swollen eyes in surprise, as if Yan Ting who could see himself was a monster.

When Yan Ting stepped forward, the old man shouted excitedly, and grabbed the woman on the bed tightly, refusing to let go.

He had no choice but to use some means to make her soul and body drift away from the woman involuntarily.

Seeing that he could no longer resist, the old man clasped his hands together and kept bowing to Yan Ting. Her mouth kept opening and closing, as if she had a lot to say, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was "Wow!" "The strange cry.

Only then did Yan Ting realize that the old man was dumb.

There was more pleading in her eyes, Yan Ting couldn't help but feel a little moved, but she still said softly: "You are no longer a person in this world, prepare to leave."

Listening to Yan Ting talking to himself, Sun Fugui timidly asked: "Master, is... is it my mother?"

Yan Ting nodded: "Is there anything you want to tell her?"

Sun Fugui gulped and looked at the air around Yan Ting, his legs trembling a little.

"There is nothing to say, please take her away quickly, and don't let her come back!"

Yan Ting frowned, looked at him, and then at the old man who was bleeding.

"understood."

Regardless of the old man's plea, he took her out of the house amidst Sun Fugui's thanks.

A few lights were still on in the yard, but the old man had given up resistance and let Yan Ting lead him away with dull eyes.

"Tell me, why do you do this?"

The old man's drooping head suddenly lifted up, and she pulled Yan Ting's arm, feeling at a loss for a moment.

"You can't tell, just take me to see."

The old man nodded excitedly, thought for a while, and then drifted straight out of the courtyard.

There was a long tarpaulin under the shed outside the door, and several people who were in charge of playing, playing and singing last night had already laid down in a large area. Yan Ting walked around them and followed the old man to the east of the village.

He regretted that he didn't wear more clothes. This village has more trees and water, and the temperature is much lower than that in the urban area.

He wrapped up the only overcoat he was wearing, and followed the old man left and right until he was about to leave the village before he saw a mud house with a thatched roof.

The old man floated in, and Yan Ting also lowered his body and got in.

A pungent smell came to the nostrils, which is a unique smell in the elderly's house.The room was too dark, Yan Ting couldn't see clearly, so he turned on the phone's light.

If the thatched hut looked crude from the outside, then the inside of the hut could be called dilapidated.

Dirty clothes and bedding were thrown all over the floor, and the table with two broken legs leaned against the wall. There were patches of black smoke marks on the mud wall.The only bamboo bed was also occupied by a mess.

This mess everywhere was obviously not caused by the old man himself, most of it was caused by his family after the old man died.

The old man started gesturing to Yan Ting with "Wow wow wow".She stood in front of an old quilt that was casually quilted on the ground, and gestured for Yan Ting to come and have a look.

Yan Ting knelt down and instantly smelled a sour smell from the quilt. He pinched his nose with one hand and the corner of the quilt with the other, and turned it over and over again, finally discovering a strange place.

It was a square piece of fabric of a different color from the quilt. It was sewn to the lining of the quilt with needles and threads before, but it had been torn apart now.

Apparently the old man sewed it on and the son and daughter-in-law took it apart.

"You put money in it."

The old man nodded.

"The money was not for your son and daughter-in-law, but they took it away. Are you angry?"

The old man continued to nod, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Then who are you going to leave the money to?"

The old man searched around, and suddenly pointed to a cloth bag piled at the corner of the bed.The cloth bag was on top of a pile of sundries, the zipper was open, but there seemed to be nothing inside.

Yan Ting brought the cloth bag over, and saw that it was indeed empty, the two layers of Oxford cloth stained with damp mold were almost stuck together, Yan Ting took them apart, and took out a small cloth pocket inside. There seems to be something.

Yan Ting carefully took out the contents, and found that it was a whitish photo wrapped in a plastic bag.In the photo, there is a girl with a ponytail, holding a trophy in her hand, with a bright and beautiful smile on her face.

"Is this your granddaughter?"

The old man leaned over, looked at the person in the photo with tears in his eyes, stretched out his hand to stroke it gently, shook his head, but then nodded again.

Although Yan Ting didn't understand what she meant, she already guessed the reason why the old man didn't want to leave.

"You were going to leave the money to this girl, but the money was taken away by your son and daughter-in-law."

The old man's grievances were finally exposed, and at this moment he excitedly stepped forward to hold Yan Ting's hand, opening and closing his withered mouth, as if expressing his gratitude and asking Yan Ting to help her.

Yan Ting looked at the photo in his hand and carefully put it in his pocket.

Back at the residence, the yard was already quiet as usual, only Sun Fugui was sitting at the door and waiting.Seeing Yan Ting coming back, he hurried forward to meet her, and asked cautiously and expectantly: "Master, my mother, have you sent me away?"

Looking at him, Yan Ting felt a little more disdain in her heart.He gave a cold "um" and walked towards the room where he slept.

When he returned to the house, Yan Ting could see Xu Mowen sleeping peacefully on the bed through the dim light in the yard, as if he didn't know anything about what he just went out.

He walked to the bed, slowly took off the shoes on his feet, and climbed onto the bed lightly.

Just when he successfully stepped over Xu Mowen and was about to pull up the quilt to sleep, his arm was suddenly grabbed.

Xu Mowen hugged Yan Ting's arm with both hands, and his voice was very lazy after waking up: "Why did you go..."

Yan Ting was a little overwhelmed by his hug, and after hearing what he said, she felt that he must have fallen asleep, so she slowly pulled out her arm and said softly: "I'm going to the toilet, you should go to sleep quickly." Bar."

Unexpectedly, Xu Mowen hugged him again before he finished speaking. This time, he not only hugged his arm, but put his whole arm on his body. His head seemed to be drunk. The dimple of his neck rubbed.

Yan Ting was taken aback by his action, and was about to take his hand away when Xu Mowen said vaguely: "I'm afraid of the dark."

With such a heroic face, at this time she softly said that she was afraid of the dark. This contrast made Yan Ting momentarily at a loss as to what to do.He slowly let go of the hand holding Xu Mowen's arm, and let him rest on his body.

He has been sleeping in a bed by himself since he was a child, and even then he was afraid of the dark, but his grandfather would not soften his heart and sleep with him.Over time, he got used to sleeping alone, but now that there is another person, he is not used to it, not to mention that this person is hugging him now...

But this unaccustomed feeling couldn't overcome the drowsiness, and after a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by a loud noise. It was already bright outside the window. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, put on his clothes and walked out of the house.

All the tables in the yard were full of people, and Xu Mowen was waving at him at a table: "Quick, I've reserved a seat for you."

He is a tall, thin and handsome guy who really attracts attention, and his yelling attracted a lot of attention, but he didn't seem to see it, and put one hand on the stool next to him, for fear of being snatched away by others.

Yan Ting scratched her hair that was a little fluffy from sleeping, and walked towards Xu Mowen's table without washing her face.

Xu Mowen smugly showed off the seat he occupied: "Thanks to my sharp eyesight and quick hands, otherwise I would have been taken by those children."

Yan Ting looked at the children standing aside with resentful faces, and suddenly felt shameful.Although he didn't have much appetite now, he still sat down under Xu Mowen's urging.

He remembered the photo in his pocket, and didn't think too much about eating. He just kept looking around, but he couldn't find the girl in the photo, so he had to give up temporarily.

After recovering, Yan Ting found that his bowl was already full. Besides a few elbows, there was also a Sixi meatball and two slices of beef. At this time, Xu Mowen's chopsticks with a piece of rice cake stuck into his bowl Here comes.

"Eat more, you look thin..."

thin?Yan Ting looked at herself, then at Xu Mowen.He really didn't understand what kind of mentality Xu Mowen, who was a lot thinner than himself, said this sentence.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

If Yan Ting hadn't stopped him, Xu Mowen would have put most of the grape fish in his bowl.

Xu Mowen didn't care about the hostile gazes of those children, but he still wanted some face.

After dinner, Sun Fugui called Yan Ting into the room, thanked him non-stop, and then took out a wad of money and handed it to him: "Master, you have worked hard!"

Yan Ting picked it up, thought for a while and said, "It's a long way back, so we can stay and have lunch before leaving?"

"Of course!" Sun Fugui readily agreed.

Yan Ting walked outside the yard, strolling slowly on purpose, and in a short while strolled to a group of women with an average age of over 50 years old, listening to them chatting about homework.

"Who says no, Hua'er just started high school, it's time to spend money."

"Hey, it's really inhuman..."

As they spoke, seeing Yan Ting approaching, they recognized that this was the exorcist master invited by Sun Fugui's family, so they immediately shut up.But Yan Ting took the initiative to join in.

"What's the relationship between the flowers you're talking about and Sun Fugui?"

Seeing that he came to listen to gossip, several people started chatting again.In their words, Yan Ting finally sorted out what happened.