The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

Not long after, Shu Wanwan took the Phoenix Feather Arrow through the spiritual gate and returned to the big villa in the western suburbs. She handed the Phoenix Feather Arrow to Lin Zhengshan, who was treating Bai Xuan in a room on the second floor with a purification array.

Shu Wanwan checked on Bai Xuan's condition, finding no signs of further damage from the black energy. She felt relieved. She returned to her room on the third floor and pulled out her phone to ask Director Wei for leave. Halfway through typing, she suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a breach of contract clause in the variety show contract. She wasn't worried about herself, but her current agent was Jiang Jingchen, and she didn't want him to be implicated. After some thought, she decided to go back and continue filming the show.

"Dai Yan." Shu Wanwan called softly.

"What's wrong?" After a puff of red smoke, a slim figure appeared in Shu Wanwan's room.

"I'm afraid I can't stay here to guard Bai Xuan. Please help keep an eye on him. Contact me if anything happens." Shu Wanwan had almost used up all the spiritual power she had recovered in the past few days tonight. Now she was lying on the bed and said weakly to Dai Yan.

"Okay, go ahead and do your work. I will take good care of Bai Xuan." Dai Yan said.

Shu Wanwan lay there for a while, and soon she opened her spiritual door again and returned to the farmhouse in Linjia Village.

Most of the night had passed. She tossed and turned in bed for a while and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Shu Wanwan started a new day of program recording. After a night's rest, she felt more energetic.

As always, Director Wei held a loud speaker at the starting point and announced the rules: "Today we are going to the village Hope Primary School to complete a mission. Today's mission is also very simple. All guests will teach the children in the morning. There will be no competitions. In the afternoon, we will organize a sports meeting. Because today is a charity event, there will be no competitions in the afternoon. Today is simply to make the children happy."

“Okay!!” Several male guests responded immediately when they heard there was no competition.

Soon, the group arrived at Hope Primary School. Director Wei assigned classes. After preparing for a while, everyone went into the classroom to teach the children. Shu Wanwan was assigned to history, which was her strong point. Although Shu Wanwan had been feeling low all day, she still managed to finish the class. After class, it was time to go to lunch. At this time, all the children had left the classroom, except for a short, skinny boy who sat in the corner and did not eat.

"Why are you here?" Shu Wanwan walked over and sat down next to the little boy.

"I want to study." The little boy looked at Shu Wanwan with clear eyes.

"When you grow up after reincarnation, you can also go to school." Shu Wanwan looked at the little boy in front of her, feeling more pity in her heart.

"I can't bear to leave grandma." The little boy wasn't surprised by how Shu Wanwan saw him, because he didn't feel any ill will from her. But when he mentioned grandma, he still felt a little lost and sad.

Shu Wanwan counted on her fingers and said, "Your grandma will die in a few days, and then she will be able to see you." Then Shu Wanwan took out a talisman from her hand and said, "Take this, and go and accompany your grandma for the last few days." Shu Wanwan pointed lightly with her fingertips, and the little boy floated up from his seat.

"I can move now?" The little boy was suddenly happy. "Thank you, sister." The little boy was full of excitement. He had been sitting like this for who knows how long. He was finally able to move, and soon he disappeared from the classroom.

The little boy's name was Lin Hang. Three years ago, the teaching building of the Hope Primary School in Linjia Village collapsed due to disrepair. In fact, it was called a teaching building, but it was just a two-story building built spontaneously by the villagers. It had no safety guarantees at all. In the end, twelve people were seriously injured and one died. He was the only one who did not escape. He was the class monitor and he organized everyone to leave the teaching building. In the end, only he was left. The young Lin Hang died in the ruins.

He knew nothing, and even forgot when he died. In his heart, he hoped that the primary school had never collapsed. After it was rebuilt, he returned to his original seat and sat there for a long time, until he found that he could not go anywhere. He finally seemed to remember everything, and he had become a ghost.

Lin Hang was a left-behind child. His parents worked away from home, leaving him with only his grandmother. Fortunately, his grandmother truly loved him. Because of this love, after Lin Hang's death, she fell seriously ill and remained ill for three years. Lin Hang wanted to go back to see his grandmother, but he couldn't go anywhere: home, school, or the classroom. He couldn't even leave the seat he'd occupied when he was alive.

Lin Hang took the talisman given by Shu Wanwan and came to his grandmother's side, his little face already covered in blood and tears.

"Grandma, I'm finally back." He stood beside his grandmother's bed, bent down and hugged her. He knew that his grandmother couldn't see him at all, but he still hugged his grandmother in the void and couldn't touch the entity.

"Xiao Hang, is that you?" The old woman couldn't see Lin Hang, but for some reason she felt as if Lin Hang was right next to her.

Tears kept flowing from the corners of the old woman's eyes. She tilted her head slightly and looked around with her somewhat blurry eyes. There was nothing. Lin Hang was not around her at all.

After a while, the water on the table suddenly spilled over, and the water on the table suddenly changed its shape. Crooked words appeared on the table, "Grandma, it's me, I'm back."

"Xiao Hang..." The old man covered his face, not afraid at all, only intermittent sobbing sounds were heard.

The old woman used all her strength to sit up, "Xiaohang, grandma will make you your favorite oil-splashed noodles." The old woman put on her shoes with difficulty and walked towards the kitchen very slowly step by step.

After a long time, a bowl of oil-splashed noodles was placed on the table, "Xiao Hang, come on, you must be hungry."

The old woman sat down on the table very slowly. She couldn't see Lin Hang and didn't know where Lin Hang was. She could only wave at the air.

Lin Hang also sat obediently in front of the oil-splashed noodles. He looked at the oil-splashed noodles in front of him and felt a sharp pain in his heart. He really missed his grandma. He didn't know when was the last time he had eaten the oil-splashed noodles made by his grandma.

The old woman waited for a long time, but saw no change in the oil-splashed noodles. She knew this could all be due to her age, her hallucinations, or perhaps a dream. She began to cry again. She missed Lin Hang, the grandson she had doted on for over a decade, now gone just like that. She didn't know who to blame, she couldn't blame anyone. Ever since Lin Hang left, she had cried day and night. He was the one she missed so much, even if it was just an illusion, seeing him just once would have been enough.

But after a while, four water characters appeared on the desktop again.

"Grandma, it's delicious."