Three people and a ghost came to the hall of this house.
Shen Tianxiang glanced at the two of them, his tone much better than before, "Sit down."
Zhang Meng glanced at Gu Mingtai, and the two quickly sat together.
Shen Tianxiang looked at the two of them and said, "Shen Feng is my youngest son, but he is dead. His death is unclear, but I know that he was murdered by someone."
As he spoke, Shen Tianxiang shed tears.
Zhang Meng glanced at Shen Tianxiang, who was crying with his hands covering his face, and opened his mouth, but he really didn't know what to say to him at this time.
I had no choice but to swallow the words that were on the tip of my tongue and wait until he finished crying before speaking again.
Shen Tianxiang stopped crying after a while and wiped his cheek embarrassedly, “I’m sorry, I can’t help but feel sad when I think about my youngest son’s affairs.”
Zhang Meng and Gu Mingtai answered at the same time, "It's okay."
Zhang Meng waited until he calmed down a lot before continuing, "Uncle Shen, do you still have a photo of your son Shen Feng here?"
Shen Tianxiang looked at her in confusion, and there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.
Zhang Meng quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean any harm by asking for your son's photo. I just wanted to confirm if your son was the one who asked us to come here."
Shen Tianxiang's face darkened. "Didn't you hear me? My son is dead. How could he ask you to come here? Even if you two want to lie to us two old people, you should think of a better lie. Don't treat us two old people as fools. We are not stupid. Get out of my house quickly. I don't welcome you two people with bad intentions."
Zhang Meng was deafened by his scolding. Seeing Shen Tianxiang standing up to chase them out, Zhang Meng had no choice but to grit her teeth and reveal their abilities. "Uncle Shen, we were really asked to come here by a man named Shen Feng. To be honest, I'm a fortune teller, and my husband also has this ability."
Shen Tianxiang raised his half-reaching hand, but looked at the two of them with great shock on his face.
After a long while, he asked in a low voice, "You said you were a fortune teller?"
Seeing that he seemed to believe it a little, Zhang Meng nodded quickly, "Yes, I am a fortune teller. I can see ghosts, so I said that I was brought here by a ghost named Chen Feng. But I'm not sure if he is your son, so I wanted to see your son's photo."
Shen Tianxiang hung his head and remained silent for a long time, and the air was filled with the smell of his inner uneasiness.
At this moment, Shen Tianxiang suddenly raised his head and gritted his teeth and said, “I believe you, wait a moment, I’ll get the photos for you.”
After saying this, he turned and went into the room he had just come out of.
As soon as everyone entered, Zhang Meng looked at Changsheng, who had been motionless beside him, and asked, "Standing here, do you have any other memories in your mind?"
Changsheng rubbed his slightly red eyes and smiled at her, "No need to remember, I am sure they are my parents and I am their son."
Because when he came back here, he felt that this place was very familiar.
Before they could say a few words, Shen Tianxiang, who had gone in, came out with an iron box in his hand. He hurriedly opened the iron box and took out a black and white photo from it and handed it to Zhang Meng, "Comrade, please take a look. Is this the person I asked you to look for?"
After taking it, Shen Tianxiang stared at the expression on Zhang Lian's face nervously.
When Zhang Meng saw the young man in military uniform, he was smiling happily. He must be in a good mood, so his two rows of teeth were exposed when he smiled.
Changsheng walked over and took a look, then suddenly smiled. "This photo was taken when I was eighteen. At that time, the photo studio had military uniforms for people to wear, so I secretly took my mother's three dollars to take this photo. At that time, my father was chasing me all over the yard."
After hearing this, Zhang Meng couldn't help but laugh, "I didn't expect you to be so naughty."
Shen Tianxiang, who had been staring at her, saw her talking to the other side, but there was no one on the other side.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he excitedly grabbed Zhang Meng's arm, "Comrade, is my son here too? Is he back?"
Zhang Meng looked at Shen Tianxiang with red eyes, and her heart ached. The most painful thing in the world is to see the young die before the old.
"He is here." Zhang Meng nodded.
Shen Tianxiang immediately walked to the other side, his hands groping in the air, "Feng'er, I'm your father. Why did you come back to us just now? Your mother and I missed you so much."
Changsheng shed tears as he looked at his father who looked much older than he remembered. He felt so sad that he reached out to hold his hand, but he couldn't grab anything.
After groping for a while, Shen Tianxiang turned his head anxiously and looked at Zhang Meng, "Comrade, where is my son? Can you let him come out to see us, or at least see his mother? His mother was hit hard by his death, and now she is completely unconscious."
Zhang Meng looked at Gu Mingtai and saw him nod. Then she quickly continued, "Alright then. I'll make him appear in human form, but it might not take too long. After all, there's a difference between a human and a ghost."
Shen Tianxiang nodded immediately and said, “I know, I know, as long as I can watch it for a while, I will be satisfied.”
Zhang Meng sighed at this time, took out a talisman and stuck it on Changsheng's body. She chanted a spell, and soon, Changsheng's figure slowly appeared.
Shen Tianxiang kept his eyes wide open until a figure that was very familiar to him appeared in front of him. He immediately cried and hugged the figure tightly.
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