Yu Qiu wanted to shout.
It was very strange. My throat seemed to be blocked and I couldn't open my mouth. I couldn't shout at all. My lips were just trembling as I passively watched the scene in front of me.
It's a child.
Sitting on her bed.
The child's feet were swinging and he looked extremely happy.
But, how is that possible? This child is already dead!
When Yu Qiu thought of this, his whole body became even stiffer.
This is the behavior of a person who is extremely terrified.
But the little man sitting on the bed spoke up: "Haha, Teacher Yu, Teacher Yu? I pulled Yu Sui to count, where's my reward?"
In the silent night, the villain's voice was particularly clear, and Yu Qiu was shaking all over.
She didn't know whether to answer or how to answer, her mind was blank.
The little man didn't seem to care, swinging his feet and saying the same thing again: "Hahaha, Teacher Yu, Teacher Yu? I held Yu Sui to count, where's my reward?"
In this way, Zhou Qi repeated this process five or six times, as if he was giving Yu Qiu five or six times of beating.
Yu Qiu finally recovered from the shock of this torture and stammered, "Yu, Yu Xiaosong, you, you can't be here, go home quickly."
It was Yu Xiaosong, looking exactly the same as when he was alive, and the clothes he wore were the same ones he wore to class for the last time.
But, Yu Xiaosong and his entire family were clearly buried underground, so how could he appear here?
So, Yu Xiaosong is a ghost.
There really is a ghost here.
Yu Qiu's body was shaking. She leaned back defensively and wondered if she, an adult, could beat a little kid.
Or, if I just pay attention to what I say, the little ghost will go away on its own?
Yu Xiaosong replied: "I'm not going home. You haven't done what you promised me yet. I won't go home until you do it."
I don’t know if it’s because Yu Xiaosong is a ghost now, but there’s a special stubbornness and irritability in his voice, which is different from when he was alive, making people dare not fool him like they did when he was alive.
Yu Qiu asked cautiously, "You, you, what do you want?"
"Don't you remember? Teacher Yu, you said that as long as I hold Yu Sui and count, you will give me something? Teacher Yu, are you lying to me? Liars are not good children, they should be spanked!"
The child's voice was particularly sharp. After listening to it for a long time, Yu Qiu felt a buzzing in his ears.
"I...Xiaosong, do you want Yu Sui's umbrella? Well, how about I ask Yu Sui to burn it for you some other day, okay?"
“Okay, okay!”
Yu Xiaosong clapped his hands, and the sound was quite loud, like an adult clapping.
Yu Qiu was secretly delighted. It seemed that the little ghost was relatively easy to talk to. He was about to persuade him to leave quickly, but Yu Xiaosong continued, "Tell Yu Sui another day to burn you for me too. I still want to listen to your class downstairs!"
Yu Qiu: “…” What nonsense!
What should I do?
Yu Qiu: "No, Xiaosong, teacher...a teacher is a human being, and humans cannot be burned to ghosts. You, you are a ghost now."
"I'm a ghost? But why am I the only ghost? I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to be a ghost, Teacher Yu, I want to be like you, I want to be with you!"
Yu Xiaosong opened his hands and his legs began to tremble, as if he was about to pounce.
Frightened by Yu Qiu, he quickly retreated to the corner: "Don't come over! Xiaosong, let's talk slowly. If you want to be with the teacher, you have to wait until I die."
A child's tender voice filled the room: "When will you die?"
"Well... one day you will die. Uh, Xiaosong, go back. Go back and wait. One day, you have to listen to your teacher. Go back, go back. Otherwise, your teacher won't like you anymore."
"Well, you mustn't forget that."
"No, I won't forget it."
"Let's make a pinky promise?" As the little ghost finished speaking, a cold wind blew over and the little ghost also flew over. I don't know what touched Yu Qiu's face, it was so cold.
Yu Qiu screamed in fear: "Ahhh, no, no, don't come over here!"
She shrank into the corner, trembling, and didn't dare to look at the little ghost at all.
The little ghost seemed to retreat and said from a distance: "Teacher, why are you afraid of me? Didn't you say that as long as I go to my house to invite Yu Sui, you will like me? Teacher, if you don't make a pinky promise with me, you will forget it."
"I won't, I won't, I won't forget, Xiaosong, go back quickly."
"Then write me a note and tell me that you will be with me when you die. Otherwise, I won't believe it."
"Okay, okay, I'll write it. I'll write it. I'll write it right away."
"Here's the paper!"
As the little ghost finished speaking, a soft piece of paper floated on Yu Qiu.
Yu Qiu didn't dare to say no, so he lowered his head and made an excuse: "Teacher, I don't have a pen. Can I do it next time?"
The little ghost suddenly rushed over again with a gloomy wind. This time, he was angry and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Use blood, use your blood! Don't you want to write? Are you trying to trick me?"
That voice was very angry.
Yu Qiu had no doubt that if he didn't write, the little devil might pounce on him and bite him.
But Yu Qiu really didn't want to write, so she suddenly shouted, "Someone, come here, there's a ghost, there's a ghost!"
Suddenly, a cold hand reached out and covered her mouth.
Yu Qiu could no longer bear the coldness and terror he had never felt before. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
I don’t know how long it took, but Yu Qiu woke up slowly.
The morning light has already reflected on the window paper, and the sound of early birds can be heard outside.
Yu Qiu thought of what happened last night and sat up suddenly. He saw the broken kerosene lamp lying on the ground, filling the whole room with the smell of kerosene. There were several big holes burned in the quilt on the bed, making it look black. Nothing else seemed to have changed.
She tried to comfort herself that everything that happened last night was just a dream and did not actually happen.
After all, she had lived two lifetimes and didn't think there were really ghosts on this earth.
Yu Qiu tried to get up by supporting himself on the ground, but when his hand touched the ground, he gasped in pain: "Hiss!"
She raised her hand and saw a small piece of glass stuck in her finger.
Judging from the shape, it should be a fragment of a kerosene lamp.
She pulled out the glass. The wound was not big, but there was a lot of blood. She planned to find a piece of cloth to wrap it herself.
When she woke up, she saw many pieces of yellow paper on her bed, with some words written on them.
Yu Qiuxin jumped up and dragged himself over to take a look. He saw blood written on the yellow paper: "Xiaosong, wait for me. I will be with you when I die."
“Ah…!” Yu Qiu screamed and ran out: “Dad, brother, ghost, there is a ghost!”
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