Then what these two kids are saying is a little off.
Either their memories are faulty, or there are other ghosts around.
What year is it now?
“35 years,” they blurted out.
He Xiaohua sighed and looked at the two of them before speaking. "It's been 38 years now."
In other words, their memories were actually inaccurate for three years.
The two children could hardly believe it; they never imagined that three years had passed since they died.
They felt nothing at all, and didn't even know how much time had passed. Inside the house, they felt as if time hadn't passed at all.
"How could this be? We've been here all along, it didn't feel like time was passing by so quickly."
Mo Yan explained to them why their memories had such problems.
“Your memories were already flawed, and coupled with your muddled state, it’s natural that you can’t remember things very clearly.”
The two were extremely sad. They wanted to leave this place and go back to tell their parents that it was their fault, that they shouldn't have gone to the mountains, and that they shouldn't have disobeyed them. They hoped their parents could live a good life.
They looked at Mo Yan with hope, begging her to help them.
"Auntie, please, could you do us a favor? We really want to see our parents one more time so they can forget about us in peace."
"We hope they have started a new life."
Please tell them not to remember us anymore.
They don't know how their parents are doing now, or whether they still remember them, but they really miss their parents.
In the past, they always felt that their parents were too controlling, but now that their parents are dead, they regret it.
Seeing their expressions, He Xiaohua felt a pang of unease but finally agreed, "Okay, tell me your home address? My mom and I will come over, but how can we convince them?"
This Korean language proved difficult for Wei Xi.
Wei Xi came up with a solution: "It's simple. Let my parents ask you questions, and we'll tell you the answers. The more detailed their questions about us, the better."
"good,"
He Xiaohua agreed. It took her an entire night to get used to the existence of ghosts in this world, and of course, the credit goes to the two people in front of her.
I saw them the moment I stepped out of my room after waking up this morning; it was impossible to pretend I didn't see them.
Xiao Hua felt it was unbelievable that she was still so energetic; this world was really too... outrageous.
She didn't know what to say.
"Where do you live? Do you remember?"
Han Yu and Wei Xi nodded quickly. Of course they remembered. Even if they forgot themselves, they couldn't forget to go home.
"We remember, we'll give you the address right away."
They wrote down their addresses; both of them lived in the same area, but one lived in a villa district and the other in an ordinary family home.
Mo Yan took them to Han Yu's home, which was just an ordinary family.
It was a residential complex with elevators. Han Yu's family lived on the top floor, but there were six apartments in that building, so what was supposed to be an ordinary family was anything but ordinary.
Back then, their house was demolished and they were given seven apartments as compensation. They lived on the top floor, where they could grow some flowers, plants, and vegetables, which was very convenient.
As for Wei Xi's home, it's in a villa area not far away. His house is a two-story villa with a very nice view, and you can even see the Yangtze River outside.
They were all in the same class; otherwise, they wouldn't have known each other.
The two have in common that they both like computers, were in the same club before, and both liked the same goddess.
He Xiaohua was actually a little worried; three years had passed, and things had changed.
Moreover, the Korean-speaking parents might be particularly sad and want to move to another place.
He Xiaohua knocked on the door.
There was no response from inside, as if no one was home.
"Nobody's home? What do your parents do?"
"My dad runs a small supermarket, which is quite far from here, but my mom is always at home, bringing him meals and taking care of me."
Could you knock again? Maybe my mom didn't hear it from the kitchen?
He Xiaohua quickly knocked on the door again.
"Knock knock knock..."
"Knock knock knock..."
The knocking on the door kept going on and on in the hallway.
I went in again after another ten minutes or so, but there was still no one there.
Just as Han Yu was about to give up, Mo Yan smelled blood.
"Girl, move aside."
Mo Yan came over and kicked the door open.
One person, two floating: "???"
This is a security door! They just kicked it open like that? That's outrageous!
Mo Yan walked in and headed straight for the restroom, where she saw an old woman who had committed suicide by cutting her wrists.
Fortunately, the wound wasn't very deep. Mo Yan treated it, bandaged it, and gave her some spiritual energy, which helped her slowly wake up.
Han Yu was already in unbearable pain, and seeing his mother commit suicide caused him immense anguish. "Mom, Mom, what are you doing? Don't scare me, don't scare me!"
Why did my mother commit suicide? Why?
It's only been three years, but Mom looks like she's aged twenty years. She was so young and beautiful just three years ago.
"Mom, please wake up."
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
