Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

In front of me was a building about three stories high. On the brand-new glass curtain wall, the four characters of "Starlight Building" shone brightly.

Yang Xing turned around stiffly, the forest he had just walked in disappeared, and turned into a wide road.At the end of the road, there were two figures, one large and one small, walking towards each other holding hands.

He took a few steps back slowly, watching the two enter the building.The child was wearing a red padded jacket. The padded jacket was a bit too big, and the style was a bit feminine, which made him even smaller. He huddled under the clothes and stared at his mother, his eyes full of happiness.

Yang Xing looked at the red coat with a complicated expression, he remembered that dress, it was his cousin's old clothes, and when he gave it to his mother, she was very happy, because his child finally had clothes for the New Year.

The child looked up at the woman beside him, and said in a crisp voice, "Mom, can I have a hot dog today?"

The woman looked at him tenderly: "It's okay today, but you can only eat one, and you can't ask for anything else, did you hear me?"

The child nodded hurriedly: "Okay!"

The mother and son entered the shopping mall, Yang Xing looked at the woman who disappeared behind the glass door, and hurriedly followed.

This shopping mall has just opened, and there is a brand new atmosphere from the inside to the outside. The children look around and run around holding their mother's hand.

"Xing'er, slow down!" The woman was very patient, and she followed the child around, looking at the brightly colored clothes and various jewelry in each store, and showing a look of envy.She is still young, and she should be like those women who love shopping and chatting, waiting for her husband to return every day, worrying about her figure and the growth of her children, but fate is too cruel, her husband left suddenly, followed by heavy rent , living expenses... she was not even given time to breathe, and she didn't have time to take the child out for a walk until the first day of the new year.

And the only thing she can give her child is this hot dog.

The child happily stood on tiptoe, waiting for the aunt at the counter to hand him the hot dog.

The salesperson glanced at the child and said with a smile: "This child is really good-looking and handsome. The child's father must be handsome too, right?"

The woman's smile paused, and she whispered: "...Yes."

The child couldn't wait any longer, and stretched out his hands expectantly: "Auntie...hot dog..."

The salesperson picked out a big hot dog and put it on a bamboo stick: "Here, be careful not to burn it."

After paying the bill, the woman took the child's other hand and walked to the bench next to it. The child's eyes never left the hot dog, but he still didn't bite down.The woman wondered: "What's wrong, it's hot?"

The child looked at the hot dog eagerly, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to the woman: "Mom, you eat first."

The woman was taken aback, and then she laughed, and the smile made the corners of Yang Xing's mouth, who had been standing beside her, unconsciously twitch.

However, the smile was only for a moment, and the woman's eyes were a little moist. She looked at the child and said, "You eat, mom is not hungry."

The child pouted: "Mom won't you eat?"

"Don't eat, you can eat, my Xing'er is the most obedient." The woman hugged the child tightly, her face pressed against the child's soft hair, a tear suddenly fell and dripped on the child's shoulder.The child didn't notice it, and was still eating the hot dog happily, at a very slow speed, as if afraid that the hot dog would be gone if he ate it too fast.

Yang Xing stood aside, a little at a loss, he stretched out his hand in a daze, trying to wipe the tears on the woman's face, but it seemed like he had passed through a cloud of air, and he couldn't touch anything.He said silently: "...don't cry."

The woman quickly sorted out her emotions, put a smile on her face, and said softly: "Xing'er, can my mother discuss something with you?"

The child raised his head, his eyes were clean and pure: "Mom?"

"Mom wants to go to work in my uncle's factory, so it's inconvenient to take care of you. After the new year, let's move to grandpa's house together, okay? Don't you like grandpa's puppy the most?"

The child curled his lips aggrievedly: "Mom, I don't want you to go, you are right next to me."

The woman rubbed the child's head: "Silly boy, if mom doesn't leave, she just goes to work. She goes out during the day and comes back at night."

"No, I don't want my mother to go." The child seemed very determined, no matter what the woman said, he just disagreed and puffed his face angrily.

The woman was cruel: "If you don't let your mother go to work, your mother will have no money, and you will be taken away by others."

The child didn't realize what it meant to be taken away by others, but he also knew that he was going to leave his mother, so he burst into tears: "I don't want to go! I don't want to leave my mother!"

The woman left in a panic, and hurriedly comforted her: "Mom won't leave, Mom won't leave, Mom just goes to work, Xing'er won't cry, don't cry..."

The child sobbed and said, "Mom...Mom, you go to work, don't...go..."

The woman tried her best to hold back her tears, holding the child in her arms. There was no heating in the shopping mall. She seemed to be very cold, and her body was trembling slightly: "Xing'er is good... Mommy won't go..."

On the other side, on Yang Xing's face, tears dripped silently.

He took a few steps forward, his voice hoarse: "Mom...I'm here...Look at me..."

Yang Xing glanced at the beautiful jewelry around her, and then looked at the only accessory on her mother: a jade Guanyin, which was left to her by her mother-in-law. Later, Yang Xing had to go to school, and the family had no money, so her mother pawned it off.

"Mom... what do you want? I can buy it for you now, tell me, what do you want?"

……

"Mom... Didn't you say that you won't leave? Why did you... go?"

……

The woman couldn't hear his voice, but just hugged the child tightly in her arms.

Yang Xing stretched out his hand again and again, but he still couldn't touch anything. The figure of the woman gradually dissipated, and his pupils constricted instantly: "Mom!"

"Don't...don't! Let me take another look! Take another look!..."

The figure of the woman disappeared.

Yang Xing maintained the posture of reaching out, and did not move for a long time.

The scene changes, this time it is a room, the room is very small, a small bed and a cabinet are all the furniture.

There was a teenager in the room, sitting expressionlessly, covering his face with a wet towel, a small piece of red and swollen skin was faintly revealed in the towel.

Yang Xing's expression was a little stunned. This is... When he was 16 years old, he worked part-time for the first time. He couldn't speak. He had conflicts with customers. After the fight, he was severely scolded by the boss and deducted from his salary All the salary, and then went home, there was no ice at home, so he took a towel and went outside to get some water for his face.

Yang Xing thought of that boss, that was the first time he saw the sinister world.

"It was really stupid at that time. If he said it was deducted, he would deduct it. If it were to change now, I would have to beat him up and get back what I deserved."

The boy sat by the bed for a long time, then threw the towel covering his face back into the basin, and lay down silently.

Yang Xing looked at this familiar room, thinking of himself at that time, he had no money to eat, and cleaned every day for Aunt Wu who was selling breakfast next door. Aunt Wu saw that he was hardworking and willing to work, so she brought him some buns left on the stall. , although it was cold, he still ate happily. He knew that those buns were also a meal for Aunt Wu's family.

It was probably because he had eaten enough steamed buns in those years, and he didn’t eat steamed stuffed buns for many years to come, and, even though he was not willing to spend money, he was always generous with eating, maybe it was because he couldn’t eat steamed stuffed buns when he was young. Delicious, want to get some psychological compensation.

Yang Xing's thoughts were pulled back by the weak cry, he turned his head in surprise, and saw the boy's red eyes.

He was stunned for a long time, then thought blankly: Did I...cry at that time?

I don't remember, who wants to remember things that are too long ago.

The boy's cry was very low, more like whimpering. The swelling on his face hadn't subsided, and the hand that wiped his tears was full of broken skin.

Yang Xing looked at the young man, and said helplessly, "Don't cry, it's actually nothing, after you..." After a pause, he found himself wanting to say that you will encounter more bad things in the future, and by then you You will find that these are nothing now.

But in such a case, he couldn't say it, and he would rather not happen.

He looked into the young man's aggrieved eyes, as if seeing himself helpless and scared when he was young: "...I'm sorry."

"Sorry, I can't help you, you can only... walk over by yourself."

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine in the past..."

Yang Xing knelt down, reached out and hugged the young man, perhaps feeling his comfort, the young man's crying gradually stopped, and he fell asleep exhaustedly.

Yang Xing squatted at the head of the bed, stared at the boy, and said in a low voice, "Come on, live on."

……

The boy and the entire room gradually disappeared, the eyes gradually brightened, and the illusion dissipated.

He stood up and saw Yan Yufeng standing quietly in front of him, staring at him.

He was startled, and said with a smile: "I almost thought you were in my fantasy... What's wrong with you?!"

Yan Yufeng's chest was dark red, and there was a faint smell of blood.

"Who hurt you?" He wanted to see Yan Yufeng's injury, but Yan Yufeng grabbed his wrist and held it firmly.

Looking at Yan Yufeng's expression, he suddenly thought of the illusion he had just experienced. Could it be that Yan Yufeng's illusion was also related to his relatives?Thinking of the life experience he had arranged for him, Yang Xing suddenly felt suffocated.

Before Yan Yufeng could speak, he took the initiative to step forward and gently hugged Yan Yufeng.Feeling the other person's body suddenly stiff, he said softly, "I'm sorry."

Yan Yufeng was still immersed in the scene just now. At the moment of hugging, a sharp knife suddenly attacked him. He reacted quickly, and subconsciously grabbed the knife and swung it back.The moment Yang Xing fell into a pool of blood in the illusion, he was almost trembling, afraid that this was not an illusion, that he had really hurt him.

Fortunately, the illusion disappeared.The moment he saw Yang Xing, he couldn't restrain himself at all, he just wanted to hug him tightly, but he didn't expect Yang Xing to hug him first.

Yan Yufeng hugged him back vigorously, Yang Xing was afraid of touching his wound and wanted to avoid it, but was held tightly in his arms.

... It seemed that he was really hurt, Yang Xing patted Yan Yufeng on the back lightly, and reviewed himself.

Bai Yesheng finally struggled out of the illusion, and saw the two people hugging each other in disheveled clothes, with a few drops of blood on the ground.

As if he had been struck by lightning, he stood still, suspecting that he had entered a new illusion.

……

Bai Yesheng stared at it for a long time, but he didn't wait for the scene in front of him to disappear. His face darkened, and he understood that this was not an illusion.

"...I was scolded bloody by those people in the clan in the illusion. You don't want to look for me, but you are making out here?!"

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Bai Yesheng thought: MMP, did you hear that, MMP!