Minors are not allowed to enter

Cheng Cheng once had a dream. In the dream, his father's tall back was always guarding his bed. At that time, he seemed to be having a nightmare, but when he saw the back in a daze, he no longer felt afraid.

Whether this scene was a dream or something that actually happened, he really couldn't remember, only that he would often recall this scene for many years after his parents divorced.

For him, "father" is synonymous with being tall and persistent.

And now, that image is collapsing in his heart.

When he was a child, his mother often told him that his father was a good man.

Is this the good man my mother said?

He asked out the doubts in his heart.

Xie Ran looked out the window and said softly: "It's not surprising, the memories of the human race will be beautified."

"Ok?"

Just at this time Zhan Huabin came in, he heard Xie Ran's words, he was stunned for a moment, confirmed that he and Xie Ran were the only two sober people inside and outside, so he thought Xie Ran was talking to him.

"Beautification... you mean Xiao Li?" Zhan Huabin smiled, "She was really good before, with good grades, a good temper, good looks, and a kind of tenacity that I like very much..."

After listening to his "Gan Qiuli Hymn" all afternoon, Xie Ran really had a headache, so he hurriedly said, "Stop."

"I'm sorry, I'm talking too much." Zhan Huabin said apologetically, "I've made all the arrangements here, please stay here to take care of Xiao Li for so long, if you want to go back to rest, you should go back early .”

"What about you?" Xie Ran asked.

"Me?" Zhan Huabin was stunned for a moment, "Of course I'm here to watch her, what else?"

if not?

This is a very natural question.

Xie Ran's eyes fell on Cheng Cheng's face without any trace.

Zhan Huabin's attention was all on Gan Qiuli, and he didn't notice this side.Xie Ran grabbed Cheng Cheng's tattered body and stood up from the sofa.

"Then I'll go back first, and I'll see my aunt another day."

"Eh, ok, ok. Thanks for your hard work—do you have an umbrella?"

"It's okay, I'll borrow a public umbrella." Xie Ran said, "I'll go first."

Zhan Huabin escorted him into the elevator.

Xie Ran followed the flow of people to the gate on the first floor, took a look at the pattering rain in the sky, and walked into the rain without crowding the people rushing to borrow the hospital's public umbrella.

Cheng Cheng: "...Brother Xie, you don't need to call..."

Before he could say the word "umbrella", he turned his head and found that the rain had evaporated as soon as it fell on Xie Ran.

If it weren't for all the pedestrians walking in a hurry under the rain curtain, his appearance is quite eye-catching.

Cheng Cheng: "..."

"Both of us will not be caught in the rain, don't worry about it." Xie Ran didn't turn his head, "Have you thought about the question I asked you just now?"

"Think about it." Cheng Cheng nodded, "I want to become like my mother to meet my father. Before that, I want to talk to this... uncle... upstairs."

"Then who do you want to look like to meet him?" Xie Ran said, picking half a leaf from the flower bed by the street and playing with it with his fingertips.

"I don't know... Who will he talk about?" Cheng Cheng was a little at a loss.

Xie Ran glanced at him.

Cheng Cheng: "Huh?"

"How is your head teacher?" Xie Ran asked.

"what?"

……

Admittedly, it's a good idea to become the head teacher.

Because the "school selection fee" matter also made Cheng Cheng very concerned.

He didn't know these things when he was alive, at least he wanted to find out after he died.

It was a working day, thinking of the head teacher, Cheng Cheng led the way and took Xie Ran to his school.

As the end of school time approached, the entrance of the high school was gradually bustling.

Xie Ran looked under the eaves for a while, then whispered: "No one is the same as your school uniform."

Their school uniforms have different colors according to their grades, but the one Cheng Cheng is wearing is green, while Xie Ran counts red, yellow and a small amount of blue from the stream of people pouring out of the school gate.

At this time, the third year of high school was already on vacation, and the few scattered students in blue uniforms were probably returning high school students.

"Ah..." Cheng Cheng said, "I got 632 points in the test, but I seem to have written two compositions."

Xie Ran looked forward: "So you are really high."

"Maybe—my homeroom teacher has come out, just that one, the man in the gray suit and the red umbrella!"

Xie Ran followed.

He observed the head teacher's appearance back and forth, and then returned to the studio with Cheng Cheng, and set up the drawing board in the hall.

Then he went into the utility room.

Cheng Cheng has been following behind him, and was stunned when he saw Xie Ran holding the paper: "Brother Xie, use this paper to draw?"

"Ah."

"..."

"What?" He raised his eyelids lazily.

"I took this kind of paper that day...and asked Brother Xuan to leave a note for you." Cheng Cheng said awkwardly, "I thought it was useless paper."

……

It turned out to be the paper he took.

Xie Ran paused: "It's a good thing it wasn't written by you. It's a contract paper. The handwriting will affect the reincarnation—but since you plan to ask me to help you draw, you won't be able to reincarnate."

"It doesn't matter, reincarnation will forget the things of this life, it is no different from death."

"You can think about it."

"Maybe it's too poor," Cheng Cheng watched as Xie Ran took out a few big jars, "If you don't want to open a little when you're poor, and see your classmates eat better and dress better than me, your mentality will be unbalanced."

Xie Ran opened the sealing wax on the mouth of the jar, scooped out the paste-like white emulsion inside one by one, and mixed it in a small cup.

"You can think about it, but you only remember your mother?"

Cheng Cheng blinked.

"She has a bad temper and always gets angry, so I don't like her, I like Dad."

"but……"

But it was the "very bad tempered" mother who really took care of him for many years.

When Cheng Cheng said this, he suddenly remembered that he missed half of the papers during the college entrance examination, and needed a high-level answer for this. That night, he and his mother had a bad chat, and the noise of the quarrel almost lifted the roof.

However, the next day, his mother still collected Gao Fu's tuition fees for him.

Lost memories seem to be gradually returning.

"She has a good temper, at least she is nice to outsiders." Xie Ran said, "She treats me very well."

"Brother Xie, I'm not afraid of your jokes. It was the first time I saw my mother speak so softly when I was with you that day." Cheng Cheng smiled, and the smile was a bit shy, "I even suspect that I misidentified the person. .”

After mixing several kinds of emulsions, Xie Ran ground up the half leaf picked on the road and threw it in, then bit his own fingertips and dripped a few drops of blood into the small cup.

The blood dripped into the small cup, and the white lotion suddenly underwent some strange changes, becoming colorful.

Only then did Xie Ran raise his head, "I'll ask you one last time, do you really want to make a wish?"

"……want."

Cheng Cheng has lived for eighteen... no, 19 years, and he still has a youthful spirit of "getting to the bottom of everything" in his chest.

"I want to know the truth," he said firmly.

"Come," Xie Ran stretched out his hand to him, "Come here and make a wish."

Cheng Cheng floated over and closed his eyes.

Xie Ran's hand touched his chest, and then like fishing for a moon in water, his slender fingers pierced his chest——

A seemingly innocuous wisp of Yin Qi was pulled out from Cheng Cheng's chest and put into the small cup.

His face quickly turned gray.

Xie Ran lit a cluster of blue flames and burned them in the small cup.