She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"It's okay. I'm staying next door for the next two days. I agreed to do a favor for a friend."

Manshu comforted the two little friends.

When her friends saw her going out with Childhood, it was like they were watching a little white rabbit being kidnapped by a big bad wolf.

Yu Yan advised the two little girls: "Don't worry, Tongnian is a good man and won't do anything to Manshu. But..."

He remembered his brother saying that Uncle Yan's house was next door.

When did Sister Manshu become close enough to Uncle Yan to live in his villa?

Is it because Manshu sold him jade?

But Yan Zhan is definitely not the kind of person who opens his heart to others when doing business with them!

"But what could she do next door? How could she help her friend? I think Manman and Childhood don't seem to get along well."

Qin Gege recalled that when they were having dinner just now, Manshu vomited when he took the scalpel.

She accompanied Manshu to the bathroom, and she could see that Manshu's discomfort was not fake.

"Then you're mistaken. I think Tongnian just likes to tease Manshu and has no ill will towards her."

Manshu and Tongnian returned to Yan Zhan's villa.

Neither of them spoke.

Childhood took the initiative to wash the fruit and put it in front of Manshu: "Okay, just now at the table, I didn't mean to scare you with the scalpel, little sister, don't be angry, it's easy to get ugly when you're angry!"

He sighed, finally realizing how difficult it was to raise a child.

"I am not angry."

Manshu frowned, picked up a grape and put it in his mouth.

She really wasn't angry, she just couldn't overcome her fear and disgust of scalpels.

Using whatever utensils to eat is a child's freedom, and it has nothing to do with her.

"Then why don't you smile?"

Tongnian didn't believe that she was not angry, and planned to peel a mangosteen for her.

I subconsciously wanted to take out the scalpel.

He glanced at Manshu, then silently withdrew his hand and replaced it with a fruit knife.

He looked at Manshu again and found that she had no reaction to the fruit knife at all. She already had something in mind.

He peeled the mangosteen in no time and handed it to Manshu.

"Here, eat this mangosteen, and it will be your apology to you!"

"I'm sorry for scaring our little Manshu!"

He said scared, Manshu's eyes flashed, and he ate the mangosteen.

After she finished eating, Childhood asked, "Do you have a psychological trauma against scalpels?"

Manshu looked up at him, frowning, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

The less she spoke, the more curious Childhood became.

"Have you ever had surgery before? Or has anyone in your family died from a failed surgery?"

"No." Manshu shook his head.

She felt that if she didn't respond, Childhood would keep asking.

"So where does your shadow come from?"

He was sure that his judgment was correct, as the child was clearly very afraid of scalpels.

Last night too!

Last night he rushed into Manshu's room with a scalpel in his hand, which clearly scared her.

"In my dream." Seeing that he was still struggling, Manshu simply said, "In my dream, my stomach was cut open, my wrists were cut and my blood was drained. There was a big cut on my stomach. The scalpel was bright and sharp under the light..."

Manshu was clearly stating the facts, but childhood thought she was telling a ghost story.

I shuddered when I heard it, and shivered in the hottest days of summer.

"Are you sure this isn't a story you made up to fool me?"

Who would dream like this?

Even though I was used to seeing life and death in my childhood, dissection was also common in hospitals.

But somehow, I felt creepy listening to Mansu's description.