I'm just a "little half fairy"

Hua'er in the woman's population is the daughter of the elder son of the dead old man. The eldest son died young, and Hua'er lived with her grandmother.

The old man has little income and can’t do heavy work, so he makes a living by picking up waste products. Later, Hua’er went to high school, and the old man was too old to carry the heavy waste products. Hua’er insisted on work-study and went to school every day Working part-time in fast food restaurants, earning enough for living expenses.

Living expenses are enough, but tuition is still a big expense for her. Fortunately, the old man has saved tens of thousands of yuan over the years to prepare her for high school and college.

But before she started school, she left first.

After the old man died, the youngest son, Sun Fugui, went to pack her clothes. He said he was packing the clothes, but in fact, the old man left without leaving anything, so he went to check to see if he could find anything of value.

The old man has no skills in hiding things. He usually sews cloth into his clothes or quilts. Sure enough, Sun Fugui found the money without much effort.

While he was secretly happy, he also complained that the old mother hid so much money behind his back. Although he could also think of the use of the money, he decided to pretend not to know.

"This Hua'er can be regarded as Sun Fugui's niece. He took the money away. What should he do with his niece?"

After hearing Yan Ting's words, several women got excited, and one of them came over to explain in a low voice: "You don't know, the elder son was actually picked up by the old lady from under the bridge, and later married a stupid daughter-in-law and gave birth to him. Empress Hua'er died of dystocia, and her eldest son also fell to his death while going up the mountain to cut firewood..."

"If you say that Sun Fugui is usually useless, he is afraid of his daughter-in-law to death, and the old lady dare not even look at her when she is sick. In the end, she still has to think about her hard-earned money!"

"Hey……"

Amidst the sighs of several women, Yan Ting walked back to the yard, and after entering the house, she saw Sun Fugui who was serving tea and water for his wife.

Although the woman on the bed was still a little weak, her complexion was obviously much better. She sat on the bed and picked up the tea handed by her husband, took a sip and thanked Yan Ting: "Master Yan, I have heard Fugui say that it is you Thank you so much for saving my life!"

Yan Ting said that it was all right, but moved to her side, frowning and looking at the woman's forehead, which made the woman's heart tremble.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Yan Ting said the prepared bluff: "Your disaster has not been completely eliminated, so you can't take it lightly."

The woman and Sun Fugui at the side were both startled, and the woman asked in horror: "Master, didn't the old lady be invited away by you? How could..."

"You touched something you shouldn't have touched."

The two were puzzled, and still looked at Yan Ting with doubts on their faces. Yan Ting had no choice but to remind further: "Did you guys touch the old man or something?"

Sun Fugui immediately came to his senses. He looked at his daughter-in-law nervously and said uncertainly, "It can't be... that money!"

The woman's complexion changed immediately, and she said angrily: "Money, money! Those who don't know think we are greedy for her little money! Isn't all that money used for her funeral? What is she not satisfied with!"

The woman was confident and confident, but Sun Fugui felt a little uncomfortable: "Isn't there still a lot left..."

The woman stared: "What is left! You are his son, shouldn't her money be left to you?! Look at your worthless look!"

Sun Fugui didn't dare to say a word again, but the woman still looked like "the old lady is the most reasonable", as if she wasn't the one who was entangled before, and it seemed that it was reasonable for the old man who didn't support her before her death to take her money.

These two people reminded Yan Ting of Liu Er, and she couldn't help feeling disgusted.

At this moment, a boy's cry suddenly came from the yard. Sun Fugui and the woman recognized the voice of their own son and ran outside.

In the yard, Xu Mowen was standing next to the boy, who was crying with eyes wide open.

"What's the matter? It can't be you..." Yan Ting thought that Xu Mowen was bullying the child again.

Xu Mowen spread his hands and curled his lips: "It has nothing to do with me."

Sun Fugui hurried forward to check his son's body, and found that there was no injury on his body, so he asked him what happened, but the boy was still crying, and his eyes were wide open, looking a little weird.

After a while, some people gathered around the yard, all talking about it.

"Another evil one?"

"Why, this is the retribution for the big one, and the retribution for the small one?"

Sun Fugui felt a little unhappy when he heard this, and pulled his son into the house, but his son's strength was surprisingly strong, no matter how much he pulled, he couldn't move.

Yan Ting sensed that something was wrong, he was obviously entangled by something, but that old lady didn't dare to appear in front of everyone in broad daylight, and he had already promised to help her yesterday, so she probably wouldn't do it today Come make trouble.

How is this going?

While thinking, he saw Xu Mowen standing next to the boy.He looked down at the crying child, not only did he not look curious, but the expression on his face could even be called indifference.

Last night he said he was afraid of the dark, but now he looked at this weird boy in front of him so calmly, it was really strange.

Just as Yan Ting was thinking, the boy suddenly stopped crying.He stared fixedly at his parents, with some ferocity in his eyes, not at all like the eyes a child should have.

Yan Ting was even more sure that it wasn't the old lady's fault.He looked at Xu Mowen again, but Xu Mowen still had that expression of having nothing to do with him.

The boy walked towards the water tank in the yard step by step. Sun Fugui hurriedly stepped forward to pull him, but it was useless except for leaving red marks on his thin arms.

The boy walked up to the water tank and plunged into it. The woman jumped up and howled in fright. After everyone realized it, they rushed to grab the boy and managed to restrain him.

The boy was still struggling to plunge into the water tank, and the crowd would hardly be able to hold him back if this continued.

The woman knelt down and begged: "Mother Fugui, what are you trying to do to me, let my son go!"

Yan Ting took the opportunity to remind her: "Money."

The woman hurriedly kowtowed a few times in the direction of the water tank: "Money, I'll go get the money to Hua'er right now, please let my son go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy lost his energy all of a sudden, slumped down on the ground, and passed out.

The woman didn't dare to neglect, ran back to the house, took out a small leather bag after a while, held it up to the air in the yard and shouted: "Here is the money, here is the money!"

She suddenly thought of something, and immediately ran out of the courtyard.

Yan Ting also followed, and saw that she ran to the hut where she followed the old man last night, stood opposite the door and shouted: "Hua'er, I know you're here, I'm here to bring you something. "

After a while, a girl with a white cloth around her head showed her head timidly, looked at the woman, then at Yan Ting who was following her, and shrank back.

The woman stepped forward, stuffed the money into the girl's hand, bowed to the surrounding air, and muttered: "Mother Fugui, you can see, I gave her the money..." said Then he ran home without hesitation.

The girl was still standing there in a daze, staring blankly at the money in her hand.

Yan Ting walked over, but she took a few steps back defensively, her eyes full of hostility.

"You live here?" Yan Ting asked, "Why didn't I see you when I came last night."

"I saw you," the girl was still staring at him, "you were the one who took my grandma away!"

Yan Ting had nothing to say, she could only explain: "A person should not stay in this world after death, it is not good for herself or the living people."

The girl glanced at him coldly, turned and went back to the house, Yan Ting followed, and found that yesterday's messy bed had been moved out of a space wide enough for one person, covered with sheets, as if someone had slept on it.

"Do you usually live here with grandma?"

The girl ignored him, but picked up the old quilt that had been torn down on the ground, and walked to the small river behind the house.

She found an open space, repacked the money that the woman had stuffed into her hand into the quilt, and spread a layer of dry leaves on the quilt.

Just when Yan Ting was wondering what she was going to do, the girl took out a match out of nowhere.

With a sound of "呲啦", the match was struck, and the girl threw it on the quilt mercilessly.

Seeing this, Yan Ting hurried forward, but the quilt was already on fire. He looked around and saw a half-broken bucket by the river, so he ran over to pull it out of the mud on the bank, and scooped it up. After pouring water, I poured it on the quilt. Fortunately, the quilt itself was damp and moldy. After repeated several times, the fire was extinguished.

The girl looked at the quilt that hadn't burned to a third, and lit a second match without hesitation.

Yan Ting snatched it and threw it into the river, sweating profusely thinking why this girl is so determined!

"This is your grandma's hard-earned money, why burn it?"

The girl raised her chin stubbornly, but looked down at the burnt quilt: "Grandma has had a hard life all her life. It's better to burn the money for her. I can earn money to pay the tuition myself."

Yan Ting helplessly supported her forehead, this girl was not only stubborn but also unable to turn her head around: "Why are you so superstitious at such a young age? When the money is burned, it is burned, it will not go to your grandma, it will only become a pile of ashes! "

The girl raised her head to look at Yan Ting, pointing at herself: "Superstitious? Are you talking about me?"

Yan Ting: ...

He doesn't seem qualified to say that.

But it is a fact that money cannot be burned in the hands of the dead!

The girl with dull eyes in front of her face still has childishness on her face, but she has a fortitude that ordinary people don't have. It is true that children from poor families are already in charge of their families.

When Yan Ting thought that she would never have anyone close to her in this world, she couldn't help thinking of herself, and her heart softened suddenly.

He knelt down and patted the girl on the shoulder: "Do you know why your grandma is here so hard and refuses to leave?"

Tears were rolling in the corners of the girl's eyes, but she tried not to let them fall. It took a long time before she choked up and said, "I know, but the money she could have used for medical treatment is all because of me... I don't deserve it." money!"

"No, compared to treating herself, her happiness and future are more important to her."

Yan Ting sighed, and continued: "If you don't accept it, your grandma will still not feel at ease even on the way to reincarnation."

The girl lay on the ground and burst into tears.

At this moment, Yan Ting saw a thin figure appearing in the woods behind him.