Aoba Office

Such a loud noise would certainly attract the attention of the girl's parents.

They hurried into the room and saw the notebook that had been thrown to the floor.

"Be good?" the girl's mother shouted.

"I'm here...I'm here!" The girl looked at her parents with tears in her eyes.

I was the only one who could see her in the room.

The girl's father showed a look of fear, while the girl's mother had a look of despair and hope. Her father dragged her mother out.

"Stay in there obediently!"

"How could our daughter..."

I didn’t hear the conversation between the two of them. Not long after, there was the sound of opening and closing the door. The two seemed to be going out.

The girl squatted on the ground dejectedly, "Why... why..."

No one could answer her questions.

But I felt cold in my heart.

I don't know the answer to this question, but I have a guess.

Perhaps, this is what people in Qingye say about the state of a person after death. They exist in the world in the form of souls. They are not ghosts and have not been reincarnated. It is difficult for them to have an impact on the human world. Only people like Gu Mo can discover their existence through their abilities.

Girls are undoubtedly special. She is not dead yet, her body is still alive. It's not like she can't do anything, and she's not in a state of complete chaos. She is conscious and can move, but her movements are very restricted.

She is unable to communicate in any form with living people, and cannot show her existence in front of living people. But she can do some things.

This should be a very special state.

I don’t know how this state came to be, and whether it is a special case, but this situation is not lucky for the girl, but more desperate, right? Although he is right next to his relatives, he cannot convey his thoughts to them. There are many things she can do, but there are many more things she really wants to do, and she can't do any of them.

I could already feel the change in the girl's mood. She was slipping into deeper despair.

Time passed quietly, and after dark, neither of the girl's parents came back.

The girl's expression has become dull. She just sat motionless in the room.

It wasn't until the new day dawned again that there was some movement at the door.

Someone opened the door and came in, and the footsteps were messy.

The girl didn't move at all. But the door was quickly opened.

Not only the girl's parents came in, but also a man wearing a monk's robe or a monk's robe.

I couldn't tell who the clothes belonged to, but looking at the bald head of this middle-aged man, it looked out of place.

"Master, is she my daughter? Is she my daughter?" the girl's mother shouted.

The girl raised her face with an expectant expression on her face.

As a bystander, I clearly saw that this man's eyes were moving and he never looked at the girl once.

"Hey!" the man yelled, lifted up the hem of his clothes, took out a handful of something from his pocket, and threw it into the room, "You evil ghost, why don't you get out of here!"

The girl's body did not touch those things, but her hopeful expression had disappeared.

"Isn't she my daughter?" The girl's mother still didn't give up.

The man said dissatisfied: "Don't disturb me!" He waved his hand and asked the two couples to step back, get into a posture, waved his palms several times, and muttered something that couldn't be heard clearly. , the tone is a bit like Wu Ling's performance when chanting a mantra.

When the girl saw this scene, she couldn't bear it anymore, gritted her teeth and rushed out of the room. She passed through that man, and through her parents.

Looking back at the farce, her body trembled, she slowly straightened her back, walked through the door, and walked outside.

After walking out, the girl lowered her head and shed tears.

She went downstairs step by step, took a long time, walked out of the residential building, and continued walking outside.

After walking in this way for a while, she passed a section of wall. She stopped and looked at the display board hanging on the wall. It was an exhibition of primary school achievements, with text introductions and photos taken during activities of teachers and students at the school.

The girl looked at the words and pictures carefully, passed two or three display boards, stopped and looked at the middle-aged woman surrounded by a group of children in the photo.

I saw her memory. That was her teacher in elementary school who taught music. Because she played piano since she was in elementary school, every music teacher also liked her very much.

She continued walking forward and arrived at the school gate.

The school's automatic door was closed, and the path next to the guard room was not blocked, but there was someone in the guard room.

Of course no one noticed when the girl walked in.

She looked at the bulletin board in the lobby on the first floor of the teaching building and went up to the top floor.

That was the floor where her graduation class was. She is in class three. Now, this floor is still the fifth grade classroom, and the sign for Class 3 is in the middle of the corridor. The teacher's door is closed, but it cannot hinder her pace. The desks in the class have been replaced with new ones, and the student works hanging on the walls are no longer familiar to her.

She sat down in the middle seat in the last row. She remembered this was her original seat.

The classroom was extremely cold.

She left the classroom and went to the teacher's office, where she accidentally saw a Chinese language book on the table. She remembered that this office belonged to the mathematics group, and all the teachers who taught mathematics were in this office.

She looked up and saw the graduation photos in the cabinet next to her.

Graduation photos of the Class of 2018.

The principal and vice principal sitting in the middle of the photo have not changed, and the dean is no longer the same one. Oh, it’s Teacher Wang, who taught her English back then. This is her class’s graduation photo...

The girl was thinking about these trivial things, but her consciousness was extremely strong, and all of them were transferred to my mind.

She looked at the items in other cabinets and saw a mug with several smiling faces printed on it in the Chinese teaching team's office. She froze in front of the cup.

It was a gift given to the teacher by their class on Teachers' Day in the fourth grade. Those cartoon smiling faces were drawn by the art committee of their class. Several cups were printed with the class fee, and each teacher gave one as a gift.

She looked at the cup for a long time before going to other rooms.

The school playground has been renovated and she is not familiar with it. The famous aphorisms hanging outside the activity room have not changed. Further forward is the music classroom.

She lifted the flannel on the piano, opened the piano cover, and tapped the keys with her fingers.

For a moment, she remembered her music class in elementary school. She was called by the music teacher to play piano accompaniment, and the teacher led other students to sing together. She also performed on stage at the school anniversary of her graduation year.

The girl sat down, her hands moved dexterously on the piano, and beautiful music flowed out.

What she played must be a certain world-famous piece. It sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't pronounce the name.

After looping a melody several times, she stopped.

She couldn't recite the entire score, but she still remembered this section.

The girl became dazed again.

After a long while, she packed up the things she had touched and walked out of the school.

This time, her direction was more purposeful.

Twenty minutes later, she stood at the door of a junior high school.