Chapter 8 Crying like a little rabbit
Grandpa Su coughed twice.
"Aunt, didn't you promise to help your two great-nephews catch ghosts?" he said while winking at Old Madam Su and her sons.
The six brothers didn't know the details of the content of the letter, so when they saw Grandpa Su say this, they naturally agreed.
"Yes, auntie, those two brats were so scared that they cried loudly and didn't even come back from the banquet today."
"If you go back, they won't dare to go home anymore."
Mianmian tilted her head: "Then I'll go see where Guigui is now, and then go home after I catch him."
As she spoke, she stood up from the sofa and took out a mini round plate from her small bag. It was a small wooden plate that was only as big as her palm, and it looked like a small toy, with a pointer on it.
Seeing this, everyone in the Su family had no choice but to follow Mianmian.
Su Chenfei just heard Mianmian and his elder brother talking to him in words that he couldn't understand. Now that he had the chance, he went up to Su Chenjin and asked.
There is nothing to hide from family members, so Su Chenjin whispered what he knew.
First, he was in love with Lin Rou, and Lin Rou had used some supernatural means on him. Second, there was a master behind Lin Rou, who had sent a ghost to her. He was possessed by the ghost just now when he wanted to propose. Third, it might be because he was possessed by a ghost, because he saw the ghost just now. Fourth, the little aunt solved the means that Lin Rou had used on him, and also put the ghost into the Buddhist beads to suppress it.
After Su Chenjin finished speaking, Old Man Su also told the contents of the letter.
Su Chenfei, who always believed in science, was stunned.
If his brother wasn't crazy, then there really were ghosts in this world? And the little girl with the small round plate in front of him, with small arms and legs, was she a master who could roll up ghosts into balls and put them into a Buddhist bead bracelet? Su Chenfei thought again of those people in the banquet hall who had lost their front teeth and had dirty mouths.
For a moment, the figure of the little milk ball in front became strangely taller.
Mianmian didn't know that she was being admired by her seventh nephew. She walked around several rooms with the small compass, but the compass didn't move. She couldn't help but yawn.
I'm so sleepy.
The little baby's short legs slowed down and his little head moved nod by and by.
Old Madam Su was the first to notice something was wrong. She took two quick steps, squatted down and hugged Mianmian.
With someone to support her, Mianmian looked back and saw the gentle niece-in-law she had just met. She curved her lips and wanted to smile, but she couldn't resist the call of sleepiness, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Old Madam Su caught the small round plate that Mianmian couldn't hold and put it into Mianmian's small bag, then turned around and hushed, signaling the family to be quiet.
The beds in the bedroom are made of the softest baby fabric. Mianmian lay in the middle, and her little face became rosy in a short while. She was so cute.
"Alas, it's not a good idea to keep it a secret." Old Madam Su sighed.
The whole family was silent.
It's not a good idea to hide it, and it's not a good idea to tell it. The letter said that the little aunt came here alone. If she knew, who knows what mysterious means she would use to go back? When everyone in the Su family felt a headache, they suddenly heard the little milk ball on the bed shouting in a baby voice: "Daddy Mommy! Daddy Mommy wake up!"
This startled them all and they hurried to the bed.
But the little girl was frowning and her eyes were tightly closed, obviously she hadn't woken up yet. Was she dreaming? She dreamed that her parents were sleeping? What should she do? Mianmian was indeed dreaming, and in her dream she returned to the mountain.
Dad, mom and other relatives were all sleeping in their respective rooms. No matter how she shouted, pushed, or playfully covered their noses and mouths, they did not wake up.
"Daddy, Mommy?" Her call received no response. Mianmian's nose felt sore and tears welled up in her eyes. "Daddy, Mommy, don't sleep. Mianmian is back."
The little ball of milk cried harder and harder and her body began to twitch. Through her tearful eyes, she suddenly thought of her family's treasure.
That was the Jiang family's sacred tablet. Her mother had told her that when the Jiang family encountered difficulties that they could not solve, they would seek help from the sacred tablet.
Thinking of this, Mianmian wiped her tears with her little hands and ran towards the monument. Because she ran too fast, she tripped over a stone on the side of the road and fell.
Regardless of her aching knees, she stretched out her small hands and hugged the sacred tablet in front of her, silently reciting her prayers as her mother had told her to do.
The sacred monument suddenly glowed, and a young couple appeared beside the monument, their eyes full of heartache for Mianmian.
"Good baby, don't cry."
"Daddy's little Mianbao, don't cry."
Mianmian couldn't see her parents clearly because of her tearful eyes. She just wanted to throw herself on them and said, "Daddy, Mommy, how come you turned into spirits?"
After hugging her father enough, she went to hug her mother. Because she couldn't wake up her relatives just now, her dark eyes were full of panic.
The couple looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.
This is a disaster sent by heaven.
China has entered the Dharma Ending Age for many years, and all gods and Buddhas have responded to the disaster, either sleeping or reincarnating. A month ago, the Jiang family's divine tablet predicted that there would be another great disaster in Longguo, and the only way out was their daughter Mianmian.
"Mianmian, mom and dad are just in trouble." Mianmian's mother said gently, "Here is a small bottle. Mianmian, as long as you use the skills you have learned, be liked by many people, do more good deeds, and fill the bottle, mom and dad will come back."
Mianmian's father nodded: "Yes, dear Mianmian, mom and dad are waiting for you to wake them up inside the monument."
In fact, the space in the jar is boundless, and Mianmian doesn't know how long it will take to complete this task. They prayed for more than 50 years to get a child, who is only a little over three years old, but the burden is so heavy.
Tears kept flowing from the couple's eyes, but the adults' crying was silent.
The disaster would not have come just because they did not want it. They stayed with their daughter until the last day and fell into a deep sleep due to the disaster. This was the limit of what they could do.
Just like now, they use their souls to meet with their daughter's soul and tell her this matter in their own words. It is also a limited-time opportunity obtained by praying to the divine tablet.
And now, the time is almost up.
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The couple kept nagging: "Mianmian, you must be obedient at your nephew's house and don't be too willful. The mountain will be closed for the time being, and you don't have to come back to see your parents, understand?"
"It doesn't matter if mom and dad are asleep. Don't keep thinking about it. You must be happy."
The gentle instructions were right beside her ears. Mianmian shook her head and cried, "No, don't be happy, I want mom and dad to wake up."
"Don't be disobedient, just listen to mom and dad..."
But her cries failed to keep her parents away, and all that was left was the cold water bottle in her little hand.
Mianmian cried and woke up from her sleep. She lay there blankly for a while, her eyes still red from crying for a long time.
Was that a dream? She had had nightmares before, and her parents told her not to believe in dreams. As long as she went home, she would definitely see her parents again!
Mianmian clenched her fists and carefully twisted her body to the bed.
A white porcelain vase was squeezed out of the small quilt. The porcelain vase was exactly the same as the one in the dream.
Just now I was comforting myself that as long as I went home I would be able to see my mother's little milk ball sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the porcelain bottle.
When I came to my senses, tears started falling again.
Old Madam Su was sleeping soundly.
The old man had nightmares for several days after wearing the Buddhist beads bracelet, and he was not in a good mood. Now with the jade bracelet given by Mianmian, he was thinking about taking care of Mianmian, but he fell asleep without realizing it.
However, subconsciously, Madam Su still remembered that there was a little baby on the bed that needed care. She reached out and touched it, but found it was empty, and then she woke up in shock.
It was already light in the room, and a small figure in pajamas was sitting motionless beside the bed.
Old Madam Su secretly blamed herself for falling asleep and walked cautiously to Mianmian's side.
At first glance, the little kid had a pair of big red eyes, like a little rabbit.
Madam Su felt even more distressed: "Aunt Mianmian, don't cry, don't cry."
Mianmian still just shed tears silently.
Old Madam Su did not dare to mention the matter of Mianmian's parents on her own initiative, so she silently put herself in Mianmian's shoes.
If she were the little aunt, she would really feel that she was the most pitiful child in the world.
Then, Old Madam Su hugged the little baby and began to cry.
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