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Volume 14 Chapter 14: Transparent People Are Impulsive

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    After washing the dishes, chopsticks and spatulas, Xia Youyou wiped her hands with tissue paper and came to the living room.

    The sofa is soft, wrapping her, and she rests her hand on the pillow.  The aunts downstairs stopped nagging, and there was silence all around, and she seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood flowing from her wrist.

    That is the proof that she is still alive.  She often wondered if she had died, fallen into the world of the dead, and just didn't notice it because she couldn't see it.

    How wonderful it would be if that was the case.

    There was a horn sound outside the window, the gate of the community is in front of the building in front, and cars often pass by, she hated this before, but now it doesn't matter.

    Sometimes, when there is the sound of people or cars downstairs, she will stop what she is doing, listen carefully, and then use her past experience to imagine the scene where the sound was made.

    She suddenly heard the words of the psychiatrist, telling her to try not to think about the past, so she always wears headphones, listens to some music, or listens to some novels.

    The earphones are on the coffee table, but the mobile phone is in the room, she doesn't want to get up.  Grandma bought her the earphones. Dad bought her wired earphones two years ago. Grandma saw that a college student on the third floor was wearing the unwired earphones. It was very convenient, so she bought her a new bluetooth earphone.

    The earphones that Dad bought are placed in the bedside table, and she occasionally takes them out to listen to them.

    I was thinking about the previous things again.  Xia Youyou tried to divert her attention, she was thinking about the strange things that happened in the morning.

    When she squatted down to pick up her phone, she felt a gust of wind blowing over her head.  The sudden, weak gust of wind didn't seem like it was blowing from the window, but rather like the wind blowing from someone's body when they passed by.

    She thought, if what she felt was real, did someone step over her head while she was squatting?

    How could such a thing happen is probably her illusion.

    Is it really an illusion?  She hesitated.

    Recently, she felt that there was an extra person in the family.

    Occasionally she would hear the sound of the floor, walls and furniture. It was the sound of feet stepping on the floor and clothes rubbing against the walls and furniture. The sound was faint, but she could hear it clearly.  Those voices all appeared in the morning.

    At first, she didn't pay attention to these, it was her intuition that told her that something was wrong at home.  Perhaps her subconscious sensed the rising temperature due to the presence of another person in the room, or the wind generated by that person's actions.

    However, if there is really one more person in the family, why does that person stay here?

    If it is a thief, there should be something missing in the house, if it is a pervert, you should do something to her.  But there was nothing missing at home, and no one did anything to her.

    Apart from these two, what reason is there for others to sneak into her home?

    Is it the ghost of Dad, Mom, and Grandma?

    It really is an illusion.

    The floor, walls, and furniture made noises due to their age and thermal expansion and contraction. There was such an inexplicable abnormal noise before, but she couldn't see it three years ago. She was shocked. Mom and Dad thought it was  Bug, after a long investigation, I came to this conclusion.

    Withdrawing her hands from under her head, she hugged her knees and curled up in the corner of the sofa.

    She misses her grandma a little bit. Grandma suddenly became ill more than three months ago and returned to the countryside. She has not heard from her for more than 40 days.  When she heard from her grandma again, it was her aunt who called her to attend her grandma's funeral.

    The news was too sudden. My aunt took her back to the countryside and stepped into her hometown. She didn't have any real feeling yet.

    She couldn't see her grandma's body, she couldn't see the mourning hall and coffin, she could only hear the low voice of monks chanting scriptures, and the chatter of relatives who were not sad at all.

    Is grandma really dead?

    The aunt who sent grandma for the last journey, as well as grandma and grandpa's sisters, talked about grandma's appearance before she died. She tried her best to imagine, but only grandma's sleeping state appeared in her mind.

    Can't remember which relative it was, but to see grandma's body, several people opened the coffin.

    She leaned in front of the coffin and looked in the direction she thought the coffin was.  The aunt laughed at her, saying that she was looking in the wrong direction, and pressed her shoulders to make her stand in the correct position.

    However, she couldn't see anything, and there was a black mist in front of her eyes.

    "Can I fuck?" she asked.

    The aunt and the relatives around were silent. They closed the coffin without letting her stretch out her hand.

    To this day, thinking of this scene, she couldn't stop crying. They watched and discussed grandma's body wantonly, but they didn't let her touch grandma.

    Hearing the sound of the coffin closing, she cried aggrievedly, and her aunt pulled her into the room,Tell her grandma has been thinking about her for more than a month.  The aunt asked her if she would like to adopt her. The aunt and uncle would support her, but her parents' house had to be sold.

    She rejected her aunt and lost her temper.  Her aunt would not let her touch her grandma, and she wanted to sell her parents' house. At that time, she felt that her aunt was the worst person in the world.

    She came back here and started to live alone.

    Mom and Dad trained her to live alone, but the invisible life is full of obstacles. Fortunately, such days will not be too long.

    She put on her slippers and went to the bedroom, kicking the bedside table with her foot.  Crouching down, she touched the desk calendar.

    Picking up the pen next to the desk calendar, she touched the date grid of June 15th and drew a slash on it.

    Putting down her pen, she found her phone, returned to the living room, and put on her headphones

    Qiu Sheng returned to the bedroom, and he looked at the desk calendar on the bedside table.

    The girl actually crossed out today's date as soon as it was noon. Although he had never done such a thing, when he was a child, when he tore up the calendar, he usually tore up yesterday in the morning. Noon was neither the end of the day nor the beginning of the day.

    Walking out of the bedroom door, he looked at the girl on the sofa and thought, what kind of music is the girl listening to?  She just shed tears, why?

    Let's go find the girl's name.

    The TV cabinet in the living room has four large drawers, and there are no such things as the girl's ID card and the receipt with the name written on it. There are two bedside cabinets and a small TV cabinet in the master bedroom, and there are no such things there. He accidentally discovered the girl's  family portrait.

    The girl in the photo is still young, about twelve or thirteen years old. She is wearing a white dress, with her mother in her left arm and her father in her right hand. She leans forward and looks at the camera with a big smile on her face. That bright smile seems to be happiness.  overflowed with happiness.

    Qiu Sheng thought of the smile of the girl he saw a few days ago. Compared with the smile in the photo, that smile looked a bit sad.

    He took out his mobile phone, took this photo, walked quickly to the door, walked up to the girl, and took a picture of the girl's current appearance.

    Looking at the photo of the girl curled up on the sofa, Qiu Sheng was startled, what is he doing?  Why did he take pictures of the girl?

    He left the girl's house
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