Chapter 61: Lucky hit

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"He said he sent the painting back."
I was taken aback by An Ning's expression. Now hearing what she said, she let go of her heart, and felt grateful for Wang Hongrui.
It really whacked him.
An Ning changed my conversation mode to hands-free at my request.
"After thinking about the painting exhibition yesterday, I thought about it for a long time, and I felt that it was unsatisfactory whether it was burned or sold, so I returned the painting."
I was excited: "You're okay to go back, not burned."
Wang Hongrui's voice sounded exhausted, and it felt like he hadn't slept all night.
Also, with a few of these paintings, and a series of nightmares, he can't be surprised if he can sleep!
His voice sounds very tired and very light. I told him the news I just got: "I just communicated with Grandpa An. There are no evil spirits in the painting. You just have to return the paintings and let your friends put them back. Go back to where you are, and return it wherever you are. You won't have nightmares anymore. "
There was a heavy breathing sound from the other end of the phone, and Wang Hongrui took a few breaths, his breath quickly: "Really, really? Can I really get rid of the nightmare?"
Grandpa An also felt intolerable when he heard his voice. Earlier I heard the girl say that this teenager is about the same age as her and Hua girl, and he can draw that kind of portrait, and he can hold a personal exhibition. Outstanding talents.
Maybe, God can't bear to let such a genius fall, so he crooked and let him send the painting back.
"Young man, just return the painting, those strange dreams will disappear after a while, I believe the old man."
"Thank you, thank you."
Wang Hongrui cried with excitement, yelling on the other end of the phone, and kept repeating: "Fortunately, my choice was not wrong, nothing wrong."
As long as this step is wrong, what he will encounter in the future, he dare not imagine.
I also let go of it. Wang Hongrui was obviously tossed by those six paintings. Look at his current emotional state, which is almost facing a crash.
He didn't seem to ask us too many explanations. I told him that next time I had time, I would meet him, and I told him the information I got today, so that he was completely relieved.
It's okay as long as it's not an evil spirit. If the mental strength I guessed is really like Grandpa An's said, after a period of time, Wang Hongrui will naturally be able to sleep well, and no longer have to dream that dream.
The six paintings seemed to come to an end. The ghost left directly, and pulled me into a small corner before leaving, hugged me for a long time, and finally seemed to be urged by his subordinates. To leave.
An Ning, who was affected by those paintings last night, had a nightmare and did not sleep all night, so in the small room behind the shroud shop, a crunching electric fan was turned on and fell asleep.
I sat in the front room with Grandpa Ann.
I looked at him curiously: "Grandpa Ann, tell me how you can help the Yang Ye family to solve the old Lejia site. I don't know the process yet. The devil did not go, so who did he send to help you?"
Grandpa An looked at me kindly, with a look of amusement, as if recalling something.
"Black and white, he sent them over to help me, and things went well."
His tone is quite proud and proud: "We do n’t know how many ghosts we have set up. There are thousands or thousands. The ghost is really tricky. I was still worried about the young people who went to drive out ghosts. A generation will be irresistible. Who knows that Lord Yama will send impermanence in black and white, which makes us a lot easier. "
I also thought of An Ning running away to my house when Grandpa An was not at home, and her expression was very lonely, especially those few days.
I glanced into the small room, hesitating to ask, but I was afraid that I would touch my private affairs.
But I still worry about An Ning. This little Nizi has always talked to me, but she rarely mentioned her family with me.
"Grandpa, Anning, isn't she ... having a bad relationship with her family? I have never heard her mention her family, except Grandpa you."
Grandpa An's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes seemed deeper. He sighed and did not hide.
"The girl's father lost her life in a ghost-seeking mission, and her mother died of depression because of her husband's death. She was almost brought up by me."
"Theoretically, no matter who the Anjia family is, as long as they are descendants, they must learn and inherit the family's business, but Anning is the only exception to our family."
I can understand why An Ning doesn't want to inherit.
Both parents died because of exorcism, leaving a deep shadow on her young. How could she make her be nothing and take the same path as her father.
"I don't force her. You can't inherit it, but you still have to learn. However, she is still a member of her family. She is a direct bloodline and must be justified."
I thought about it and asked, "Is she not having a good relationship with her relatives and children?"
Grandpa An nodded and sighed: "You saw that, she has the best relationship with you, she doesn't have a good relationship with her family, and she doesn't like to communicate with them."
"Several elders from the sidelines did not show up all year round to study the ritual of ritual formation. A few younger generations of children scattered all over the place to perform the task of exorcism."
He smiled at me with a bleak smile and a distressed smile: "Even her biological brother was not with her."
brother? Anning has a biological brother?
She never said to herself.
Grandpa An shook her head helplessly: "The girl has never recognized the elder brother. From an early age, the two separated. After her parents passed away, her elder brother left the house and went out wandering. Have been back. "
"Occasionally, a letter comes back to us, but every time An Ning sees the sender's name, he drops the letter in the trash."
"In her opinion, she doesn't recognize this brother, and she has a second time. In front of me, he is a hypocrite. If he doesn't go home for thousands of years, he wants to win recognition and forgiveness from himself and his family by sending a few letters. It ’s so wonderful. "
Grandpa An got up from the reclining chair, walked to the door of the small room, and saw that An Ning was still asleep, and covered the door lightly.
He walked quietly to me, took a small stool and sat down, and said to me: "Actually, her brother left home to go to school. At the time, I revealed that in different countries around the world, With the exorcist and exorcist of their own country, he devoted himself to studying, hoping to inherit the wishes of the late parents. "
"Moreover, he also hopes to become strong and not let history repeat the past. Hua girl, he loves An Ning. When he does this, he does not want his sister to be hurt. He knows that An Ning will not inherit the family business, and he will spend his whole life. Seeing exorcism as taboo, he wants to take all the burden, you know? "
I nodded, Grandpa An held my hand, and patted it, "But the girl didn't understand, he also said, let's not disclose it, and then called me and said that once he got it, he would return. "
Unexpectedly, I usually stayed with me, cheerful and free and peaceful, and actually had such a family background. I always thought that ... her family is apart from the exorcist family, nothing else is just like our ordinary people.
However, she never thought that her parents would not be alive, and she did not know that she had a pain in her. She was willing to leave her hometown and country for her since she was a child.
I sat in Grandpa's shop for a whole day, and when I was about to eat, my parents called me and I went home.
On the way, I couldn't help thinking of the ghosts I encountered.
Xiao Huang, who was killed by evil spirits, poor grandma who was guilty of her granddaughter, a girl in a white skirt with a heart for a very early childhood, longed to see her mother's hairy hair, Lin Miaomiao who was exhausted to death for her family ...
If I wasn't there at that time, or my unmarried marriage was unsuccessful, I wouldn't be there at that time.
Will they become evil spirits, and eventually become the target of hunting by homes or other exorcists? If no one rescues them, will they be malicious and trapped in the sun forever and cannot be relieved.
I think of it here. For the first time, I feel that being able to see ghosts, being able to reach them, and helping them is a kind of pride and a way to be affirmed.
Recalling that their obsessions have been realized, their sins have been redeemed, and their faces of contentment and gratitude disappear before my eyes, and I am filled with emotion.
It's not that bad to be able to see ghosts.
For the first time, I didn't dislike myself for having this ability. I stroked my belly and looked at the red bracelet on my wrist.
It was flickering, as if responding to my thoughts.
"You guys, you must be the same as I think."
With a smile in my mouth, I walked towards the bus station.
I stood on the platform and waited for the bus to come, holding my mobile phone and flipping up Weibo.
Wang Hongrui posted a Weibo, a long text that was vague, but I still understood what he meant.
In a nutshell, he is grateful for our help, and he will work up his mind, spend the nightmare time, and take a vacation with his fans. The original meetings and exhibitions are all going to Delayed time.
I saw that he had this mentality, so I didn't worry about him.
It didn't take long for the bus to come. I walked up, swiped my traffic card, walked towards the back of the car, and planned to sit down.
Just as I looked up, I saw a boy wearing a school uniform sitting in the last seat. The school uniform was familiar to me. It was the uniform of my high school alma mater.
The boy was wearing glasses, he was a little fat, and his face was a little abnormal. These were not the points.
The point is, I can tell the difference between him and ordinary living people.
He is a ghost.