The middle-aged man looked up at Mo Yan. "What are you referring to? The earthquake that year?"
Mo Yan then remembered that there was an earthquake here that year. Actually, this school was a new school built later, and the old school was not located here.
They also transferred from the previous school, which was formed by the merger of several schools.
"Yes, I remember that during that earthquake, children from several schools came to help. I wonder if there's a roster of students from that time?"
Only by finding out who that ghost really is can we find clues.
Actually, there is another way, which is to meet that so-called master.
"There is a roster, what do you want it for?" The uncle looked at the little girl with suspicion. Why would the little girl be interested in a roster from that time? And why did she look at him with such unfamiliar eyes?
"I was a student back then." Mo Yan knew that if she didn't explain why, the uncle definitely wouldn't let her see it. "Uncle, I want to confirm my former friend, so could I borrow it to look it up?"
The uncle stared intently at Mo Yan, and seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, he slowly stood up.
"Thank you, Uncle!" Mo Yan quickly thanked him with a smile.
The uncle took Mo Yan to the storage room, found the rosters from several schools, and gave them to her.
"These are the student rosters from the previous five schools. You can take them back and look at them, but you have to return them to me tomorrow, understand?"
You can borrow it, but you have to return it within the agreed time, otherwise he won't lend it to you anymore.
Mo Yan nodded vigorously, "Okay!"
Mo Yan took the roster and put it in her bag, intending to check it slowly when she got back. As long as she saw her name, the ghost would definitely react!
Just as Mo Yan stepped outside, the old-fashioned fan above her head suddenly fell down. Mo Yan turned around, and with a loud crack, the fan fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The middle-aged man immediately came over, looked at the fan on the ground, and then at the ceiling above his head. "Girl, this isn't right. I had this fan checked this morning. How come it fell down as soon as you came in?"
Mo Yan smiled but didn't seem to care. "Uncle, it's probably just an accident. It's okay. I'm usually lucky, nothing will happen to me."
Upon hearing Mo Yan's words, the uncle immediately took out a copper coin and said, "Here, take this to keep you safe."
Mo Yan was a little puzzled, then quickly shook her head, "How can that be? I can't accept something so precious."
The uncle glared at Mo Yan. Why was this girl so fussy? He could have just given her the bag.
"Here you go, just take it. I've been here for so many years and I've never given anything away before. We're destined to meet."
"Give me your phone number. If you encounter any problems you can't solve, just call me."
The phone the uncle took out was one of those old-fashioned phones; it looked very dated.
"Okay." Mo Yan gratefully wrote down the uncle's phone number, smiled, and took out a lollipop from her bag. "Uncle, I don't have anything to give you, how about a lollipop to sweeten your mouth?"
Uncle: "..."
The uncle took it with a look of disgust. This girl, after all these years, still loves lollipops as much as ever.
"You're still the same as when you were a kid, all you do is give me lollipops."
Mo Yan's eyes widened as she looked at the uncle in disbelief. "Uncle, have we known each other before?"
Uncle: "..."
The older man patted her head and said, "So you're being so arrogant not because you recognized me, but just because you're simply arrogant?"
"Look at this! If it weren't for your uncle, who would give you such a precious roster?"
Mo Yan rubbed her head and shook it vigorously. "Uncle, I still can't remember. It's so strange. I seem to only remember the memories from the last few years. I don't remember the memories from before."
Is it that the original owner's memories were problematic, or that a portion of the original owner's memories were sealed away?
"You say you don't remember me? Then do you remember when the earthquake happened, two students from your class ran out, and you went back alone time and time again, just to save your classmate?"
Mo Yan shook her head. "I don't remember. I have no memory of that time at all. I only remember that we changed schools and came here."
Then I always wanted to come back. I finally got into my dream university and returned here after graduation.
"No, I've been here for two years, and this is my first time here."
Speaking of which, the original owner's memories are quite strange. Those memories are like watching a movie from an outsider's perspective. This world is really getting more and more interesting.
I remember everything, yet it doesn't feel very real.
For example, her feelings for that man were like playing house.
"It seems you have memory problems too, girl. Do you have time to come to my house for a drink tonight?"
The man looked at the girl in front of him and seemed to see the same impulsive girl from years ago, who, knowing there would be aftershocks, still ran in again and again. She said, "Those are all my friends, I can't abandon any of them!"
He realized then that this girl had a special destiny, and many people would definitely want to take advantage of her. "Where's the little gourd I gave you before?"
Mo Yan: "???"
Seeing Mo Yan's bewildered look, the uncle knew that the little gourd was probably missing too. "Well, the little gourd is missing too. What can I say to you?"
Mo Yan felt even more confused. "Uncle, I always feel like many things are veiled, and now I want to unveil them."
"Come find me at this address after school!"
Mo Yan nodded solemnly.
The uncle called someone to fix the fan on the ground, and Mo Yan returned to her office.
Her mother called again, and this time Mo Yan answered.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Since we have no clue what they're up to, let's just let things take their course and see what they're really trying to do.
"Didn't I tell you? I introduced you to a blind date, and he said he'd like to meet you."
You're over forty, stop being so picky. Look at your own circumstances; you should be grateful someone even wants you.
Hearing her mother's disdainful words, Mo Yan suddenly became curious, "Mom, why do you dislike me so much? I'm clearly your daughter, why do you dislike me so much?"
Upon hearing this, the old lady could only say, "Pah! You're not my daughter. You're the one that dead man brought back from outside. How could you possibly be my daughter?"
"I dislike you because you are immature and disobedient, and you only know how to make me angry. If I don't dislike you, who else should I dislike?"
You absolutely have to meet him today; he's your aunt's sister's son. He even met you when you were little!
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