Chapter 1003 The Returnee's Notes 77
Huang Lili coughed lightly, "Did you enter Xiao Liu's dream just to see what she did?"
Because I heard those people spreading rumors...
"no."
The female ghost's gaze suddenly fell on the teaching building not far away.
“Aunt Qing said the school is very good, so I want to go and see it. I... I also want to sit in the school and learn knowledge that I have never heard of before, just like other female students. Aunt Qing has studied it, and I want to learn it too.”
She wanted to become like Aunt Qing, but she couldn't do it before. Now she's not even human anymore, and can only peek at a corner of this era from behind the door every day.
Xie Ning could tell that the female ghost's obsession was with someone called Aunt Qing, but according to the timeline, Aunt Qing might have already passed away.
Seeing the black aura still emanating from the female ghost, Huang Lili's heart stirred. "Do you want to see Aunt Qing? I can help you find out if she's still alive."
Even if you don't go up to it, just taking a look from afar might dispel the ghost's obsession.
"I... thought so."
All it knew was that Aunt Qing had fished it out, buried it, and then left. It didn't understand why it hadn't been reincarnated, and just wandered around the mountain all day long.
Like a drizzle that dampens the passing years, spring and summer flowers bloom and fade, autumn frost melts away with each passing morning, year after year, it wanders through the mountains and forests with the hatred of life and death.
She watched as one grave mound after another rose up in the once desolate mountains, but she had never seen a ghost like it. Only a few unconsciously wandered along the path.
It just watched, unable to leave this place.
Until a primary school was built here, and as the school grew larger and larger, the vitality it felt became stronger and stronger.
It's much more lively here now, and it can also catch a glimpse of this unknown era from afar, a freedom it has never seen before, like a swallow flying freely in the sky.
But she wasn't a swallow; she was a little flower growing in a broken clay pot.
I don't know if Aunt Qing attended a school like that back then. Her memory is actually quite blurry, but she can still vaguely remember secretly following her mother to visit the school where her father studied.
The schools there weren't as big as this one, but they still had many female students.
My father's classmate saw my mother and started laughing at him because he was only a teenager while my mother was over thirty and looked like my father's mother.
Only a few students didn't laugh, including Aunt Qing, a teenage girl with short, ear-length hair. She stood up and scolded away those who were laughing at her father.
Then Aunt Qing looked at her mother. It couldn't understand Aunt Qing's expression at that time; it seemed very sad and helpless.
But after that, Mom never took it to the county again, because Dad couldn't stand the ridicule from the other classmates, so Dad started to hate Mom.
Finally, her father left without saying a word, leaving her and her mother behind in their hometown.
Later, Aunt Qing came to visit. She gave Mom the things Dad left behind and also gave it two red ribbons, saying she would come to see it again next time.
But when Aunt Qing came again, it was already riding in the oxcart that was going to be married, which meant that its husband's family valued it highly, so it was happy.
Aunt Qing was very angry. At that time, the way Aunt Qing looked at it was the same as when she looked at her mother—very sad.
Because Aunt Qing couldn't stop it. At that time, Aunt Qing was still a young girl, with a determined look in her eyes.
Later... the two met again, one in the world of the living and the other in the world of the dead, separated by the distance between life and death.
Aunt Qing and her friend stood in front of its grave, promising to visit it again once everything was settled.
It didn't understand. It was just an ordinary person, so why would Aunt Qing care about it?
As the night breeze picked up, the cicadas fell silent, and only the stars that dotted the night sky shone brightly. Aunt Qing had stars in her eyes, just as if it were a star in Aunt Qing's eyes.
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