Little milk bag looking for relatives

Shen Siwan's expression froze.

The night that I don't want to recall comes into my mind all at once.

The man's narrow and gloomy eyes, his chaotic breath and...

Shen Siwan didn't want to think about it anymore, and asked softly, "Mr., what should I do?"

The half-blind old man touched the little goatee on his chin, and said slowly, "It's easy to solve, it's just that the old man misses his children to come and see him, and after nine o'clock in the evening, he can go to the intersection to burn some paper and talk about it."

"Remember, you need a piece of yellow paper and a piece of the child's underwear. When burning the paper, try to choose an intersection with no people or few people and cars."

"Draw a circle on the ground and draw a cross before burning the paper, do you understand?"

Shen Siwan was tinkering with these things for the first time, and asked some questions in detail.

The half-blind old man patiently answered one by one, and finally left his contact information, saying, "Anyway, if you have any questions that you don't understand, please call me anytime."

He looked in the direction of the hospital bed with those cloudy eyes, and suddenly said cheerfully, "This child is as blessed as Lin Chuan."

The half-blind old man was an old acquaintance of Mrs. Lu, who had given Lu Linchuan a horoscope when he was young.

"Then trouble you."

Since Shen Xingluo was fine, Shen Siwan offered to send the half-blind old man back.

After the two left, Mrs. Lu sat on the single sofa and muttered nonchalantly, "Yesterday seems to be the old man's death day... I took care of Xing Luo and didn't burn paper for him."

"When Miss Shen comes back, I will accompany grandma to burn paper."

Although Lu Linchuan reported a neutral attitude towards this matter, he respected that everyone had different beliefs, so whenever Mrs. Lu brought up burning paper and other matters, he would accompany him as long as he had time.

Mrs. Lu looked at the hospital bed belatedly, and suddenly said, "Linchuan, stay here and watch, I'll go out for a while."

She hurriedly found the driver and returned to the car, rummaged through the dark compartment to find the financial magazine, and pulled out the brown paper bag with trembling hands.

After a long time of mental construction, she took a deep breath and opened the kraft paper bag.

After seeing the situation inside the kraft paper bag clearly, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Why is the paternity test report missing? !

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At [-]:[-] in the evening, Shen Siwan arrived at the intersection ahead of schedule.

There are few people on winter nights, and Shen Siwan deliberately chose a relatively remote place, so she is the only one here.

She put the things she brought on the ground, found a tree and sat down, raised her wrist to check the time.

5 minutes left.

A gust of wind blew by, and the street lamps flickered suddenly, illuminating the shadow of Contemplative Night.

Sitting under the tree, Shen Siwan felt a sense of chill and fear for no reason, and goosebumps appeared on his back.

She looked around anxiously, stood up feeling unsafe, and raised her wrist to look at the time.

3 minutes left.

This is the first time Shen Siwan has dealt with this kind of thing, and it is at the intersection of no one. I heard that the morgue of the municipal hospital is also nearby, so Shen Siwan prepared an extra knife of yellow paper and wanted to burn it for those poor orphans. Ghosts.

At this moment, if she didn't have a trace of fear in her heart, it would be absolutely impossible.

Do not encounter difficulties, do not believe in ghosts and gods.

But since I met her, apart from being in awe, there was also a trace of fear in my heart.

A shadow suddenly enveloped Shen Siwan, and Shen Siwan felt a light pat on her shoulder, and she became stiff all of a sudden, not daring to turn her head.

I heard from the old man that there are three lights on a person's shoulders and the top of his head. At night, ghosts come and go, pretending to be human, calling people's names or patting their shoulders in places where no one is around. When you turn around, the lights on your shoulders It will be blown out, and the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up.

Another light pat on the shoulder made Shen Siwan tremble slightly, her eyes were tightly closed and she didn't dare to look back, she silently recited the Heart Sutra in her heart.

Grandma believes in Buddhism, and she always murmurs Buddhist scriptures at home from time to time, meditating late at night, and learns a few words over time.

But because of her fear, she recited the Heart Sutra upside down, intermittently and almost unable to make a sentence.

Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, to overcome all hardships...

Then what?

"Miss Shen?"

The familiar male voice behind him was tinged with doubt.

Mr. Lu?
Shen Siwan subconsciously wanted to turn around, but thinking of her grandmother's earnest warning, she couldn't help telling herself that everything was an illusion.

She also decided to come to this intersection to burn paper just before leaving the house, and she didn't tell anyone that it was absolutely impossible for Mr. Lu to know that she was here.

There was a hint of hesitation on Lu Linchuan's stern face.

He went around and walked out from behind Shen Siwan, only to find that her eyes were closed tightly and her complexion was pale, and her pink lips collided up and down, muttering something righteously.

Lu Linchuan suddenly understood what was going on.

He chuckled dumbly, "Miss Shen, it's me."

Shen Siwan still didn't dare to open her eyes.

It wasn't until she felt the scorching breath blowing towards her face that she hesitated and slowly opened her eyes.

Grandma only said...you can't turn back late at night.

If it's in front of you, it should be fine, right?
Lu Linchuan's magnified handsome face was reflected in Shen Siwan's eyelids. He was holding a thermos cup in his right hand. He was wearing a dark gray casual outfit and a black down jacket with his arms open. His bangs fluttered slightly in the wind, shattering his light shadow.

Is it real?
Shen Siwan held her breath and asked softly, "Mr. Lu?"

Lu Linchuan sensed what Shen Siwan was thinking, and suddenly reached out to grab her little hand.

The warm touch came, Shen Siwan let out a long breath, and his tense face gradually eased.

Realizing that Lu Linchuan had seen all the appearance of fear that he had just had, he felt the embarrassment of belated awareness.

Lu Linchuan let go of his hand, passed over the thermos in his hand, and said warmly, "Hands are so cold, drink some hot water."

The curling fire illuminated the intersection, and Shen Siwan followed the old man's instructions, not daring to chat nonsense during the burning process, and silently burned the paper one by one.

And Lu Linchuan stood aside with his hands in his pockets, watching quietly.

When all the two pieces of paper he brought were burnt, Shen Siwan silently said in his heart: Old man, I know you miss your child, but Xing Luo just finished the operation and his body hasn’t recovered yet, so I can’t stand your torment. If you love your child so much, please get away from him!
After finishing the meditation, Shen Siwan and Lu Linchuan walked to the hospital side by side.

The street lamps elongated and overlapped the shadows of the two.

"Mr. Lu...why did you come?" Shen Siwan asked out of doubts in his heart.

"I'm afraid you're afraid."

Shen Siwan paused slightly.

Lu Linchuan turned around and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"But how do you know I'm here?"

In Lu Linchuan's eyes, the street lamps condensed into dots of shimmering light.

He said, "Because I searched all the intersections near the hospital."