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After returning, he took out the pen. Feng Han was inside. Now he was very safe.

Anyway, this thing is very magical and safe, which is great. It is much better than the scroll. When grandpa came back, he found that the scroll was missing, so he asked Ye Chunhao. Ye Chunhao said that the scroll was taken away by his friends to play with it, and then it was torn up, and then they burned it when they were making a fire in the mountains.

Grandpa also believed what he said. Anyway, he didn't care much about many of his affairs. He just saw that Ye Chunhao couldn't let go of the scroll, so he asked about where the scroll was.

He seemed to need something, so he went upstairs to look for it. Upstairs was still as messy as before. He didn't know about the dust elves upstairs. For the old man, working from sunrise to sunset every day was a good thing, and it was good not to worry about other things.

But he was always worried about Ye Chunhao's studies and health.

He is the only one left. What should I do if he is gone in the future? I can only send him to an orphanage, but can he live a good life in the orphanage? Oh, it makes me sad to think about this. I can only smoke one cigarette at a time. When Ye Chunhao sees him like this, he will persuade him to smoke less, saying that it is bad for his health.

Seeing his grandson persuading him, he knew that this was his grandson's care and love, so he would smile and say, just smoke a little. Ye Chunhao was very satisfied. He didn't want anything to happen to his grandfather. After all, he depended on him for life. If his grandfather was gone, and he didn't want to go to his relatives' house, it would be troublesome. He could only go to an orphanage, but he didn't want to go to that place.

He was reluctant to leave here.

So he hoped that his grandfather would live a long, long time. Every time he prayed in front of the statue, he prayed that his grandfather would live a long, long time and be healthy. He always prayed like this and believed so. But sometimes the statue was not effective, and his grandfather was getting older day by day, and he could feel it.

I think a lot of things are unpredictable, right?

Perhaps because of his family background, he felt that he had gradually matured and understood his grandfather better. But he was also immersed in his own world. Now he had many things in his own world, such as dust fairies, black cats, wild birds, and Feng Han. They were all around him. With them around, he would not feel lonely or afraid.

But he was also afraid that these things would leave him, which would be really scary.

He was afraid of loneliness, afraid of taking Chinese medicine, he felt it was very bitter, afraid of thunder, it was very scary. When it got dark, it was also scary. Once he was alone, it was also very scary to think about it. However, these were things he shouldn't think about, they were still far away.

Grandpa is so good.

Can't think about these things, thinking about them makes me feel scared. Black cat, black cat, he wants to lie on the belly of the black cat and sleep peacefully. He should have finished planting bamboo. He is so diligent, it should be done quickly. It's nice to hear the wild birds chirping. In the dream, he seems to have realized all his wishes and saw the people he wanted to see. The days to come will be happy. Right. Don't worry!

In the middle of the night, Feng Han came out of the pen.

She walked quietly to the yard and sat on a stool, the moonlight covering her body. Yes, seeing the time Ye Chunhao spent with his grandfather, she seemed a little envious. She was once happy, right? Although many memories seemed to have gradually faded, she was once happy.

She seemed to have no memory of the past at all.

Yes, the only thing I have some impression of is the Gao Family Manor!

Why don’t we go to Gao’s manor and take a look, maybe we will remember something.

So, taking advantage of the bright moonlight, she could leave the yard and go to Gao's manor to have a look. Maybe she could really remember something. She hoped to remember something. Maybe this would be happiness for her. It was a very sad thing to lose a person's memory.

But how should I put it, many memories are not what we call good memories.

It may be a good thing not to think about it, but some beautiful things seem to be something that should be remembered.

Logically speaking, shouldn’t Gao Family Manor be Feng Family Manor?

It seems that the things are hard to explain. She heard Ye Chunhao talk about some things intermittently, but many of them seemed to be hearsay. She needs to find out the real situation and perhaps she will truly understand many things.

She should be a witness, not a hearsay.

The person who has the most say should be Feng Han!

After all, Gao Family Manor was once their residence. When she walked under the sycamore tree, she suddenly remembered a lot. Yes, when she was a child, her father and mother chased her under the sycamore tree. Yes, father and mother, she had a father and mother.

Yes, and my eldest brother is here too.

He made me fall, and was severely punished by my father. Under the sycamore tree, there was a big rocking chair. The manor was still quiet, but a sycamore tree had fallen, and now only the bottom remained. At that time, it was not like this. At that time, she recalled many scenes intermittently in her mind.

It is more of a time of family happiness.

There were so many people, so familiar, but also so strange. She walked alone in the moonlight of the manor, and thought of so many people, but these people seemed very familiar, but also seemed very strange. It seemed that there were some she didn't know, and some she knew.

But is there anything bloody going on?

There are also horrible things, right? After these beautiful illusions of hers disappeared, it seems that what is left are tragic and horrible things.

Many people were killed! People were running around, covered in blood. Knives and guns were in use at that time. All died, all died. She seemed to hear someone shouting and doing something. Many people died. The whole family was in turmoil. The beautiful picture was gone. Her father died, her mother died, her eldest brother died, and everyone seemed to be dead. The beauty in her mind has now become a sea of ​​blood. The blood surged, wave after wave. She fell into this despair. Stop! Don't kill them, please. But who will listen? Thinking about it is a tragic thing.

There was blood everywhere, and she was so scared that she hid in the cellar alone and escaped.

Yes, blood was flowing. They seemed to have discovered the cellar and threw the bodies on the ground. The blood soon submerged her. She felt that she was submerged. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel some pain and discomfort. She didn't want to take another step here. Yes!

The blood drowned him.

She came out covered in blood, but everyone was dead.

What else could she do? Where could she go? The massacre was still going on. She had no choice but to die, right? There was only one way out.

So she chose death and drowned herself in blood again.

So, she became a ghost and had red footprints...