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This thought came suddenly, and I couldn't suppress it after it came out.

I have never thought about the question of "where does the soul come from and where does it go", just like where does human consciousness come from and how does thought come about. These wonderful questions seem to need no answers at all, and there is no way there will be any answers.

Wu Ling was silent for a while before saying, "No one has answered this question yet."

I was silent too.

Wu Ling pulled the topic back stiffly, "In short, the current situation is roughly like this. We can't solve these troubles from the root, but your ability is a hope. If something unexpected happens to you later, it's not completely hopeless."

"You mean, if I die, I can still be saved during the time I keep my soul, right?" The corners of my mouth twitched.

"Yes." Wu Ling said frankly, not joking, nor encouraging.

I could only say "Oh" dryly.

If I really got stuck in that situation, I don't know how I would react. No matter how I think about it, it won't be a pleasant thing. I will probably be like Ye Xin, gradually giving up all attempts and becoming a ghost that no one finds.

After hanging up the phone with Wu Ling, I packed up my things, checked the time, and went out to pick up my sister.

She has returned from abroad and will attend Yi Huan's funeral today.

Several girls agreed to go together, come back together, and disperse at the gate of their junior high school.

I walked over and recalled some of my junior high school days. However, most of them were fragmentary memories, one or two words from teachers or classmates, one or two interesting things, and those memories of Yi Huan.

I went a little late, and when I arrived at the gate of the junior high school, I only saw my sister.

"Have they all left?" I trotted a few steps and came to my sister.

My sister said "hmm", and her mood was still very low.

It was because of this that I suggested that we, my brother and sister, eat out tonight, have a barbecue, and feel the popularity and smoke.

The barbecue restaurant we chose was a self-service barbecue near the junior high school. It was mid-range and had good business. Before entering the store, I already felt the "popularity" and "smoky".

I booked a seat, which was right by the window, and I could see the busy vendors on the small street outside.

My sister's expression was much more relaxed, and she instructed me to get several plates of meat.

"No vegetarian food today." My sister said firmly.

"Okay." I followed her advice and grilled the meat slices for her.

The pork belly sizzled with oil, and the aroma soon came out.

After eating a few pieces, my sister said, "Brother, I want to drink."

"Okay." I still agreed and went to the place where I got the food to pour two large glasses of beer.

My sister drank half of it in one gulp.

I didn't stop her and continued to grill meat for her.

My sister stared at the rolled meat slices for a while, and then whispered, "Brother, Yi Huan is gone just like that..."

Her voice was a little light, and was drowned out by the noisy voices around her. There was a large table in the corner, and it seemed that a group of students were celebrating. Some people stood up with wine glasses and said something loudly.

"I know." I heard what my sister said, but I didn't know how to comfort her.

My sister picked up the chopsticks, ate the meat fiercely, and drank beer in big gulps. Her face quickly turned red.

Suddenly, she stopped moving and put her hands on the table.

"We didn't dare tell her parents that she was traveling with us." My sister said, "Her parents cried so hard that they looked like people in their seventies or eighties... Her relatives said that during the hospitalization, her parents stayed by her side all day, and that's when they collapsed. They also said that if it had been delayed a little longer, they didn't know who would die first..." My sister's eyes were red.

I still didn't know what to say.

Yi Huan didn't say goodbye to her parents, but went on her last trip with her friends. To those who don't know, this is really a bit conscienceless and unfilial. As the person who knows Yi Huan's situation best during that period, I know that she was hit by her parents first, and then she turned to her friends. If it were her friends who knew that she was in a coma and hospitalized and that she would soon die, and her parents didn't know, the current situation might be different.

Not everyone can accept the death of a loved one and turning into a ghost.

My sister wiped her eyes and continued to eat hard.

I had to accompany her silently.

When I grilled the third plate of beef for her, a boy came over.

I looked up and saw him standing by our table with a smile on his face, looking at my sister.

"Beauty, can you give me a contact number?" the boy asked, leaning slightly to the side, making a gesture of begging with his hands clasped together, and lowering his voice, "Please, we are playing a game, just give me a..."

Before he finished speaking, someone at the table over there shouted: "Yu Jiaming, don't cheat!"

The boy immediately turned around, "Ah, you shouted it out! Foul!"

They quarreled first, and the boy apologized and returned to their own table. It seemed that they were going to drink a penalty.

My sister turned her head to look over, and then looked away.

I also looked at them a few more times, but didn't take it seriously.

The meal lasted more than two hours, and my sister didn't stop eating, and went to the bathroom several times in the middle. When she was about to leave, she couldn't stand up.

I had to help her out.

"You have reached the highest level of buffet." I teased.

The younger sister covered her mouth and waved her other hand.

"Go back and take some digestive medicine." I held her whole body.

Overeating is of course not advisable, but all the blood in her body must have flowed to her stomach now, and her brain was numbed by alcohol, so she no longer looked as disappointed as before.

Halfway through the walk, she grabbed my arm and pointed to the convenience store next to her, "I want to eat ice cream... um... ice cream, vanilla."

"You're really going to throw up if you keep eating." I held her back.

Let's vent, let's vent, and don't torture yourself to death.

My sister seemed to be under the influence of alcohol. She tugged on my clothes and was about to walk into the convenience store. I had to hold her staggering.

When the convenience store clerk heard the sound at the door, he raised his head and said "Welcome." After his eyes fell on us, his expression changed slightly.

I guess she misunderstood.

"Brother, this!" My sister was already dragging me and calling.

The clerk's expression didn't change for the better.

I couldn't control that much, so I could only help my sister to the freezer.

My sister was almost pressed against the glass door of the freezer.

"Um...this...this..." She scratched her fingers on the glass door, still not making a decision.

"Okay, let's go home. We still have ice cream at home." I coaxed her.

She turned around and asked drunkenly: "Really?"

"Really." I answered in the affirmative.

She stared at me suspiciously for a long time before nodding vigorously.

When I dragged her out, she staggered, so I could only bend down and pick her up.

My sister hooked her hands around my neck and suddenly said, "Brother, you haven't turned your back on me for a long time."

"You have grown up. I used to carry you on my back when you were a child, and you even rode me on a big horse." I said.

This is not to brag to coax her.

There is a slight age difference between the two of us. Our parents were both older when they gave birth to my sister, and when we were growing up, it was around the time when brother-control and sister-control were popular online. As a younger generation who has been surfing the Internet since childhood, my sister used to torment me a lot at that time.

The sister on the back giggled and slid down.

I raised my hand to hold it up and exhaled, "You have really grown up and become dead weight."

My sister slapped me on the head angrily, "Go, go, go!"

Not long after I walked, I heard the noise behind me. When I looked back, I saw the table of students walking over.

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