Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Lan Ge returned to the manor and looked around before finding Aunt Fang who was cleaning on the second floor. When she heard that Lan Ge was looking for Bai Yao's purple bag, Aunt Fang asked curiously, "Does Miss Bai have a purple bag?"

There is a large wardrobe in Bai Yao's room, but it is not enough for her to store her clothes. Bai Yu specially cleaned up a room on the second floor to use as Bai Yao's dressing room.

Bai Yao has too many clothes, jewelry, bags, and shoes, and she prefers colorful things. However, in Aunt Fang's memory, she seems to have never seen a purple bag. Of course, it is also possible that she remembered it wrong. She hurriedly said she would go look for it and asked Lan Ge to wait here.

"Didn't you send Yaoyao to school?"

The sudden voice startled Lan Ge. He turned around and saw it was He Mian.

Lan Ge muttered in her heart, "Is He Mian walking without making any sound? It's as if he suddenly appeared."

He Mian asked again: "Why are you the only one who came back?"

Lan Ge replied: "Yaoyao suddenly remembered that she forgot to take a purple bag, so I came back to help her get it."

He Mian frowned slightly, because he remembered everything about Bai Yao clearly, and Bai Yao did not have a purple bag.

He asked: "Where is Yaoyao?"

"She's waiting for me by Ming Lake."

He Mian's expression changed.

Aunt Fang walked out of Bai Yao's room and said, "I didn't see this bag in Miss's room. It might be in the cloakroom. I'll go look for it."

Lan Ge nodded, then noticed that He Mian's figure had disappeared again. He had more doubts in his mind. He Mian came and went without a trace. He was really elusive.

The lake is calm, with only the occasional breeze causing ripples. These tiny ripples are inconspicuous, but they can break up the light of the sunset and bring a sparkling scene.

When He Mian arrived here, he caught a glimpse of a figure sitting by the lake at first sight.

Bai Yao was soaking wet. She had dressed up carefully for a long time before going out, but now she was dripping with water and looked quite disheveled. She even forgot to put on her shoes. She just sat on the grass with her knees hugged, staring at the lake in a daze.

He Mian approached cautiously, "Yaoyao."

He wanted to get closer, but he only dared to stop three steps away from her.

Bai Yao turned around and looked at him with a smile on her face, "He Mian."

The cold lake water still remained in the corners of her eyes, and the small water droplets on her eyelashes were trembling slightly, looking cute and pitiful. Perhaps it was precisely because of the coldness of the lake water that her eyes were red, misty, and watery, as if a burst of mist and rain had accumulated.

She stood up from the ground and walked towards him, wanting to hug him, but because she was still wet, she had to stay where she was.

He Mian reached out and pulled her into his arms. The mist successfully soaked into his body, wetting his white T-shirt.

He asked softly: "How did you get yourself into this state?"

Bai Yao said in a relaxed tone, "I was waiting for Lan Ge to come back here, and I accidentally fell into the water. Fortunately, I can swim, so I got ashore quickly."

He Mian held her hand and said, "Let's go back and change clothes."

Bai Yao nodded, her voice a little hoarse, "Okay."

Neither of them was in a hurry. They held hands and walked back the way they came. The wind seemed to have become gentler.

In He Mian's memory, when he was a child, his parents would take him for walks. At that time, his father was not yet addicted to gambling, and his mother still loved her child. Their family of three was no different from an ordinary family.

Later on, my father came home later and later, stayed out longer and longer, and my parents’ quarrels became more and more frequent.

He Mian was too young at that time. He could not do anything and could only hide in the room and paint on paper with colored brushes.

His father hadn't come back for a long time. His mother held He Mian's hand and asked him gently, "Xiao Mian, you want your father to come back too, right?"

He Mian nodded, "Yeah."

"Then let's work together to find a way to get Dad back." The woman smiled and touched the child's head. Her loving look was no different from that of any mother in the world.

It was on that day that He Mian was carried to the rooftop by his mother.

It was a three-story residential building, not too high but not too low either.

The year he was thrown off the roof by his mother, he had just turned six.

The neighbors quickly sent He Mian to the hospital. Even with the cushion of the grass, as a child he was still seriously injured. In the operating room, he was on the verge of life and death several times.

The father did come back, and he slapped the woman in the face, "You're crazy!"

But the woman felt happy, because her husband finally came back and she was still the winner.

After He Mian returned home from the hospital, his father was back at home again, and his mother regained her former gentleness and kindness. She bought him a lot of new clothes and cooked many of his favorite meals.

They also started renovating their home and everything was going in a good direction.

The six-year-old child still had his arm in a plaster cast and scars on his little face. Of course he was in pain, but suddenly he didn't feel the pain anymore. His parents were back, and he was still the happiest child.

However, after his injury was completely healed, the father could no longer bear the urge to go out again.

That day, He Mian hid in his room and heard his parents quarreling until midnight. Then, there was a "bang" and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Then, the mother's voice of crying and laughing sounded crazy.

He quietly walked out of the room and came to the master bedroom. Through the small crack in the door, he saw his father lying in a pool of blood with his hands covering his neck, and his mother holding a knife and covered in blood.

My father's body was buried in the bedroom wall, and soon after, mold appeared on the wall that could not be wiped clean.

His mother told him, "Your father has abandoned us again. He doesn't want us anymore. Xiao Mian, from now on, you are the only one I have. You must not leave me."

He said, "Mom, Dad is not gone."

His mother slapped him. "He's gone!"

His father was "gone," and his mother had said it so many times that it seemed as if she believed it herself.

But staring at the moldy wall in a daze has become my mother's habit.

While she was staring at the wall, He Mian was also staring at the corner.

Being so young, he didn't understand why his mother said that his father was gone. His father had clearly been standing in that corner, but his body was covered in blood and the hole on his neck could not be healed.

But this is indeed his father.