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After everyone took their things, they started to go downstairs. As it was getting late, there was a cold wind and they shivered.

It was not a hot day, why was it still cold? They could not care too much, they had to continue, go downstairs, and leave quickly. It would be better if Zhao Jun did not come back, but under the shadow of the lush sycamore tree, they left stealthily.

Ye Chunhao still took his own tattered painting.

After leaving together, they waited. Perhaps because Zhao Jun was delayed today, he came back very late and they didn't notice any movement, so they left here safely.

After going out, they each went back home.

They took away small items, some of which were rusty or broken, but in that era without toys, they were the best things. Ye Chunhao didn't know why he liked the painting of the lady, perhaps because he himself was also very passionate about painting.

So he chose the painting, took it home, and hid it. After his grandfather fell asleep, he took it out and looked at it again and again, but couldn't see anything.

But he always felt that there was something wrong with the painting, and he couldn't tell exactly what the problem was. Anyway, it was good to have it.

After he took the painting away, Zhao Jun heard from his grandfather that there were pigeons or mice dying in the attic recently. The pigeons flew here, hit the windows, and fell down, all over the floor. Zhao Jun found it strange, and there were also dead mice in the attic recently, and they were not caught by the cat.

I felt it was strange, but didn't think much about it.

When his grandfather said this, Ye Chunhao pretended not to care, but he seemed to have some doubts in his heart. Was it because he brought the painting out? Could the strange events in it be true?

These are all his own guesses, he has no idea what the actual situation is.

But when he went to the gate of the manor, he saw Zhao Jun burning something in an abandoned field outside the manor, including some pigeons and a large number of rats. He was very unhappy, and burning these things was simply disgusting to him.

But he had to do it, otherwise the hot weather would make these things smell rotten, which was unbearable. So he had to deal with it. He didn't know the reason at all. Now, for him, he just had to do his own thing and didn't think about other things.

When he was burning, Ye Chunhao stood by and watched. Zhao Jun asked him what he was looking at. He said he was looking at the mice and pigeons that were burned to ashes.

At this time, Zhao Jun left somewhat unhappy. He looked at him with some resentment, as if all these bad things were caused by Ye Chunhao. Moreover, he didn't like Ye Chunhao at all. He felt annoyed every time he saw him, and Ye Chunhao didn't know why.

Perhaps because of Zhao Jun’s snobbery, Ye Chunhao could only think this way.

Otherwise he wouldn't know that this man would be angry with a child.

Thinking of this, he didn't care too much. Since these rats and pigeons were killed because of him, he imposed some reasons on himself, so he believed that he was the one who killed these pigeons and rats.

But no matter what, he still hates mice.

I still love pigeons very much, but I also feel guilty because of them.

Watching them die in the sea of ​​fire, he felt guilty. Although he felt guilty, he still felt a little sick when he saw the smoke. He couldn't adapt to it. After watching for a while, he walked away. Then he felt something and turned back.

After they were all burnt, some were completely burned, but perhaps because of the lack of firewood, some were not burned, leaving only black corpses lying in the ashes.

Seeing that something was not right, Ye Chunhao hurried home, got a hoe, and dug a cave to bury them. He also put a stone in it as a stele. Zhao Jun just thought that this child might have a problem with his brain.

He didn't care about anything, Ye Chunhao did what he was supposed to do.

Yes, he had to find a grave for them, and now was the time to make it.

After finishing the grave, he always felt something strange. Above the grave, some white, round things floated up. They had eyes, noses and mouths and looked very cute. They flew towards it and then disappeared into the air.

They are round and very cute, but they can only be seen. Ye Chunhao thinks that these may be their souls, after all, they are buried in the ground.

Isn't it the same here? After the old people die, they are taken to the funeral home and buried. They are the same. Thinking of this, Ye Chunhao still felt very comforted, but it seemed that only he could see this scene, and he was also curious.

After returning home, he sat quietly in the yard, wondering where these white round things flew to. The fortune teller said that they should fly to Guanyin Bodhisattva, but Ye Chunhao didn't think so. Don't people go to hell when they die?

Could it be that they all became immortals?

So he went to find the witch, but the witch was in the temple and it took a long walk up the mountain. Ye Chunhao thought it was okay, so he went up the mountain, but he didn't walk for long. He picked some leaves and wild flowers, and he seemed to reach the temple soon after walking and stopping.

The witch was still burning incense and performing sacrifices to the statues.

He waited for her quietly. Here, he seemed to be in awe of the gods. He was also in awe because he heard from Zheng Xia that Zhang Yunjie in the village was very good at studying, but he just didn't believe in it. When he came up again, he offended the gods here and cursed the statues. As a result, when he was in high school, he got a serious illness and died of bleeding from all seven orifices. It was really tragic. Because of what Zheng Xia said, Ye Chunhao was extremely panicked. He secretly said in his heart that he was very obedient and believed, so the statues should not embarrass him.

He found the fortune teller, who was having a meal and asked him to join her, which he gladly accepted.

In the temple, the meals are all light.

Ye Chunhao was thinking about how to tell the fortune teller about this, but after dinner, he still told her.

"Mother-in-law, can I tell you something?"

"Xiao Haohao, what's the matter? Tell me." The witch said very kindly.

So he told the witch about what had happened at the foot of the mountain in the past few days, about the pigeons and mice, and about how he buried the charred corpses and then saw the chubby little cuties rising into the air. She was neither shocked nor suspicious, but laughed happily.

"I see, some things happen for a reason. We don't need to care about them, just watch, listen, and feel them, because many things cannot be changed, so we might as well accept them. You did good things, and they were reborn, which is a good thing. You are such a good child. They say you are silly, but I think you are kind-hearted and a good child."

Hearing the witch's encouragement, his heart was filled with joy.

According to this statement, the fortune teller believed what he said.

But the witch also knows that the ghost story doesn't seem to be true. But the child's good heart is good after all. Believe it or not, it's meaningless. Following your heart may be the best.

“I just don’t know where they will go.”