Chapter 150: Changed for you

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This answer was completely unexpected.
"Ningning has no parents, she can no longer lose me or grandpa."
"You're embarrassed to say that you and Grandpa An cannot be lost. You are out all year round and never come back. What is the difference between this brother without you?"
An Xuan didn't get angry with the words of my blame, and there was a look of shame in his face.
As if I was right.
"I'm right, right?"
Anxuan suddenly looked at me, and said flatly, there was no undulation in the words: "If I remain strong, the temporary difference will become a permanent difference."
This sentence made me feel a thunder in my heart.
I know what he means, I fully understand.
He went out to practice, but it was only a short-term difference. As long as he was strong enough, he could learn and return. But ... once he doesn't have such a strong strength, in the future he may be able to follow the same path as his parents.
He was killed because he met an unforgiving and powerful evil spirit.
I wasn't sure how to answer what he said, and I really didn't expect that there is such a possibility.
"Moreover, I know Ning Ning doesn't want to learn to exorcise ghosts, then I must take her part and work harder." His tone was very calm, but his words shocked me.
It is also because of his words that make me feel that An Ning needs to listen to these words and forgive him.
An Xuan has made so many sacrifices in order to protect her and her sister. Even now, she can't even understand An Ning, and bears so much pressure and burden alone.
I walked next to the cupboard, picked a wreath, and then prepared to find paper in the store, write down the words of the memorial service, and paste it.
"I changed my view on you."
As I wrote, I squinted at An Xuan and said, "I always thought you were an irresponsible person, but just listening to what you said, I believe you."
"At the same time, I also understand something."
I carefully wrote a column of words upright on the paper, and then attached the note to the wreath.
"what."
Anxuan was leaning on the shutter door half-opened, smoking a cigarette with his back to me.
I took out the money in my pocket, put it on the counter where I had been collecting money, pressed the water cup, and walked towards him.
"Many things that many people seem to fail others, but it's not true." I paused and continued, "I have my own purpose. As a bystander, I don't know your true situation. You stay prejudiced. "
Anxuan spit out a cigarette and didn't look at me, but what I said surprised me: "I changed my view on you too."
"I always thought that you had no good intentions. Even if I knew you were the Queen of Darkness, our mission as a ghost exorcist was actually no different from the difference in the grave and there was no hostile relationship. People, but since you are the Queen of the Dark, you are equivalent to half a ghost. "
"And the atmosphere of the underworld you carry will affect those who live."
I listened quietly to him.
"But all you have done, let me know, you are not a bad person."
This sentence made me laugh, and I said angrily and funnyly: "I wasn't originally."
"The relationship between Anning and me can be described by relatives. I don't know why you are so hostile to me as soon as you see me."
"Perhaps, the sister is eager."
I raised an eyebrow and said, by the way, I glanced at him narrowly, and saw that his fingers holding the cigarette shook, and the whole man was uncomfortable.
There was a smile under my eyes, and I came out with a wreath, seemingly careless: "I'm fine, let's go."
Anxuan slammed the cigarette very casually, and threw it on the ground, and I could still see the light of it.
He easily pulled the shutter door up, and we were going to the loving orphanage. Before I left, I decided to say what I wanted to say.
"If you come back to the shroud shop in the future, remember to never smoke."
I looked at him seriously: "I will be interrupted by Grandpa An."
I didn't talk nonsense. I did see a customer who came to order smoking in the shop. In the end, the old man was unhappy and not only did not agree to the order, but also kicked them out.
There are many cloth mourning clothes in the shop, as well as various ingots made of foil.
It's all flammable, and of course he wouldn't agree that someone would smoke cigarettes here.
Anxuan nodded almost invisibly, and a smile flashed under my eyes.
...
We originally wanted to stop a taxi, but Anxuan said that it was enough to walk for five minutes and gave up the idea.
Across the two streets, an abandoned orphanage appears in front of it.
Somehow, when I saw it, my eyes turned to the desolate swing unconsciously, and my footsteps stopped.
At this moment, I am standing in the position where I look back on my memory. The first thing in my mind is Xiao Ru sitting on it, swinging on my back.
There was no one around, and she was alone in the empty and orphanage.
Sitting on her favorite swing, staring at the only place she'd been in her lifetime, wondering what she was thinking.
My eyes were blurred, just as my gaze was on the swing.
A feeling called sadness filled my heart, regret, regret, and sadness.
Anxuan seemed to notice my strangeness, his face was a bit complicated, and he seemed to be comforting me, but hesitated for a while, but still did not move.
Naturally, I wouldn't be affectionate. He would come to appease me. I looked around at the orphanage. The gate was locked by a thick black iron chain and a seal was affixed.
Looks like you can't get in.
I looked around again and again, my hand was still pulling on the iron chain, and it couldn't open. The sadness in my heart was like breaking the dike, spreading quickly.
Obviously, I was so close to this orphanage, only a few steps away from where Xiao Ru died.
But I couldn't get close, I couldn't get close.
I just want to put the wreath in her hand where she died and sacrifice her. An Xuan watched me silently tearing, constantly pulling the chain with her hand, her brows frowned, her hands slowly raised, as if to appease me.
Just then, a voice came from the side: "You are ..."
I looked up with tears in my eyes, and saw the old woman standing beside her, her pupils shrinking!
This familiar face, I remember, I remember very clearly!
She is Aunt Mao, the cooking aunt in that orphanage, and the only one who gives Xiaoru warmth and love in the orphanage!
Why is she here? How so coincident?
"Aunt Mao."
I screamed unconsciously, Aunt Mao's body was obviously stagnant, and then I glanced at me a few times in doubt, making sure that I had never seen me before, frowning and asking: "Who are you, why do you know my name."
I didn't know how to reply to her for a while, An Xuan spoke first.
"We are here to sacrifice Xiaoru."
"Xiao Ru?" She didn't relax because of An Xuan's words, instead she showed vigilance and shouted, "Xiao Ru is an orphan, how could you know her?"
"Say! Are you guys from the pervert! I tell you, I'm so desperate that I won't let you get close to where Xiao Ru died!"
Aunt Mao's mental condition is very bad, as if Xiaoru's death left a lot of wounds and shadows on her heart, causing her to become very excited when she heard about Xiaoru, regardless of the fact .
I quickly explained: "No, no, Aunt Mao, listen to me ..."
"What to listen to? Nothing good, walk around!"
I sided, and took out the wreath in my arms, including the rigorous doll pieces wrapped in cloth, and said to her: "Look, I have brought everything, I did come He who sacrificed Xiaoru did not come to find fault! "
"I also know how Xiao Ru died. She didn't starve to death due to malnutrition. She was beaten to death by the director of this orphanage. You said I was right!"
"You ... how do you know who you are!"
Aunt Mao shook her finger in disbelief and pointed at me, she couldn't even speak.
After all, the truth about Xiao Ru's death is not abuse, and few people know the truth.
I gave Aunt Mao a parcel of doll pieces and rags in my hand, and said sadly, "Open it and watch, be careful, the contents inside can easily fall to the ground."
The moment Aunt Mao shook her hand and opened the cloth, her hand trembled, and things almost fell to the ground.
Familiar floral fabrics, as well as dolls broken into pieces, even if you can't see the original shape, Aunt Mao recognized it at a glance.
Her mouth opened and closed for a while, before finally turning her head to look at me in disbelief, she couldn't squeeze a word.
"Do you believe what I say now?"
I looked at the swing that was swayed by the wind, and said lightly, "Xiao Ru likes that swing the most, doesn't it?"
"You ... who are you ..."
Aunt Mao looks like a ghost and looks at me, because she has never seen me here since she worked in an orphanage, and only a few points I have spoken now are known to those who have been in contact with Xiaoru for a long time.
And this cloth-wrapped thing ... she immediately thought of something terrifying and mysterious, although it was hard to believe, but it was no worse than reality.
I just smiled bitterly. I wanted to give this old woman a good impression, but now it seems impossible.
"An onlooker who knows Xiaoru's tragic past."
In the end, Aunt Mao opened the door for us. I heard that Aunt Mao had been living near the orphanage long ago. It was said that her children had gone abroad. Her husband seemed to have died unexpectedly when she was young. She The lonely man seemed panicked, so he came to this orphanage to cook as an aunt.
After all, there are many cute children here. She comes here every day to cook and cook for this group of children who have no mother or father, and can live with them, which can give her a little comfort.
Although the orphanage was sealed, she still had a spare key to the door.
After she opened the door, we walked in, and I walked directly to the position before the swing.
The ground has been covered with a thick layer of soil, but these things cannot cover up a dark pool of blood on the ground.