Chapter 17 Scenario Restoration "Step on her mother?!" Shen Dinghai quickly lowered his head and walked around on the ground, taking several steps back at the same time. "Where is she? Is her mother in this room?!" He was so frightened that his expression almost collapsed, "I didn't mean it!" Ran Ran knew in her heart that her eldest nephew was frightened. An An had already attacked him at the stairs, which meant that his behavior happened before that. She thought for a while, and finally looked past the thick cement wall and seemed to see the scene outside. "Is it the muddy field that my second nephew and I passed when we came in?" The red talisman immediately buzzed, seeming to echo Ran Ran's words. Shen Dinghai was shocked. The feeling of stepping on it seemed to come again. He said that the touch was so loose and soft! It turns out there's someone buried underneath! There may not be more than one! Shen Dinghai then thought about it and said, "That's not right! My cousin has obviously passed by there too, why is it only targeting me?" "An'an, aren't you bullying the weak and afraid of the strong?!" Every time Shen Dinghai finished speaking, Hongzhi's temper became extremely intense. They surged wildly, as if they wanted to get up and slap him. Ranran consciously acted as the translator, "An'an said that she wouldn't be angry if she walked on it. It's because you messed up the soil, my second nephew."
Shen Dinghai recalled his "following his heart" move of squatting and moving forward, and couldn't help but sigh. Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that this small act would actually cause the ghost to find him, a coward. He lowered his voice and muttered, "I didn't mean it, I was just careless. Do I need to be so cruel?" She wanted to "kiss" him as soon as she came up. If Xiaoyu hadn't been there, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago! This time An An didn't need to manipulate the red paper, Ran Ran spoke directly. "The second nephew is wrong to say that. The mud outside is equivalent to An An's mother's grave. It is very impolite to mess up the layout of other people's graves." Shen Dinghai also knew that he had done something wrong, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. "I was just rude, but she wanted to hurt me. No matter how you look at it, she is at greater fault." "Besides, who would bury their mother in a place like that? Although this residential building is no longer a haunted house, it must have been more than just An An's family in the past, right?" "Everyone who comes and goes will be offended. Does she do this to everyone who makes a mess in the mud?" The movement of the red paper was much quieter, and Ranran listened carefully with her ears tilted. "An'an said she didn't mean to hurt you at first, she just wanted to scare you. She does this to everyone who disturbs her mother's sleep, so..." "Over time, this building became uninhabitable due to rumors of being haunted, and it remains abandoned to this day." Shen Dinghai was speechless. It turned out that An An really didn't target him, and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot. "But oh, the blowing and the ghost hitting the wall in the stairway are trying to scare me. I can understand it, but it's not the wind behind me. That's real damage!" As Shen Dinghai spoke, he handed his fingers wrapped in paper to Ran Ran, feeling very aggrieved. "Look, cousin! If it hadn't been for the wind blowing for no reason, I wouldn't have been frightened by the broken leaves, let alone scratched my fingers." Ran Ran felt the coquettishness from the junior, and her eyes widened in surprise. Good friend An An was not to be outdone, and seemed to be using all his strength to incite red talismans to accuse Shen Dinghai of his behavior.
Ran Ran nodded as she listened, "So that's it." On one side were the juniors who were in urgent need of comfort, and on the other side were their Guigui friends who had just met each other. Ranran instantly felt what her parents said - the pressure of interpersonal relationships. As her cousin and good friend, she must be fair, reconcile conflicts, and satisfy both her second nephew and An An. "An'an said it was windy behind because you called her a coward." Shen Dinghai opened his eyes wide, "What's wrong with saying coward? She can't hear the word?" "It can be said that" Ran Ran's expression slowly changed as her eyes became calmer and calmer, "because An An's mother committed suicide because of these three words." Shen Dinghai felt like he was struck by lightning, "I didn't know this! Otherwise I definitely wouldn't have said it!" His eyes were full of annoyance. He was sincerely sorry, but unfortunately An An didn't hear it. The incense in the incense burner has burned out, and a small section of incense ash is tilted, peeled off from the remaining stick, poured into the burner, and mixed with the dull ashes before. When the incense burns out, the soul becomes quiet. An An has fallen into a peaceful sleep. She will not wake up until the person she is bonded with makes the next offering. There was a rare solemn look on Ran Ran's face. She looked at the small black box resting on the ground in the center of the room, and the red mark between her eyebrows became brighter. "We know almost all the information, and we can restore the situation." Shen Dinghai had not yet recovered from the shock, when he heard the words "restore the scene" and was stunned again. "Is it a restoration of the scene I understood? A similar story reappeared?" An An's whisper was still in her ears, and tears welled up in Ran Ran's eyes, "This is a very sad story. Ran Ran doesn't want to tell it, and she doesn't want to tell it in a wrong way." "Scenario restoration is necessary." This was the first time Shen Dinghai saw Ran Ran cry, and it was also the first time he knew that a child's tears could be so sad. His voice became much softer unconsciously, "Cousin, don't cry." Ran Ran tried hard to hold back her tears, but those big tears still rolled out of her eyes, hitting the wooden floor one by one, splashing crystal tears. She looked at Shen Dinghai, her nose red, "Second nephew, do you know why this floor is covered with wooden floors?" Shen Dinghai looked distressed, "When installing wooden floors, sound insulation is usually considered." He looked at the sponge mats of different sizes and colors in the room. "Is this the reason for laying the sponge mat?" The tears on Ran Ran's face flowed more fiercely, and she choked with sobs: "This is all pretended by An An's stepfather." "But not out of a stepfather's love for his children but out of wanton harm." Shen Dinghai's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and a bad suspicion was gradually forming in his mind. He looked at the sponge pads, the wrinkles between his brows deep. So those dark marks on the mats and even the walls, which I don’t know whether they are black or red, are Unknowingly, Shen Dinghai's fist hanging by his side clenched loudly, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He looked at Ran Ran in disbelief.
"Is that what I think?" Ran Ran didn't answer. She closed her eyes and quickly formed a decision with her two little hands. When her hands were clasped together, her eyes opened and the air seemed to be detonated. An ordinary Taoist robe was blown by the wind, and the strong wind also made Shen Dinghai narrow his eyes. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene changed rapidly. The mottled and peeling wall skin returned to the wall, the dark red marks disappeared, and the wall returned to smoothness. The sponge cushions were removed, the small boxes disappeared, and the room was filled with furniture. Outside the window, the sun rises and sets, and the walls are covered with ivy trees that alternate with witherness and glory. The scenery stopped, and the final scene was fixed on an early morning, with warm sunlight shining in and the ivy outside the window sunbathing lazily. A little girl wearing adult clothes stood by the window, reaching out her hand to gently touch the ivy leaves, with a smile on her face that was warmer than the sun. Ran Ran and Shen Dinghai stood in the room and watched all this quietly. Although Shen Dinghai had never met An An, an inexplicable feeling guided him, and he knew that this little girl was An An. His Adam's apple rolled hard, and he murmured hoarsely, "Hello, An'an." (End of this chapter)
