My Sister is Fuji

Su Mu was sitting on the table, looking at the ceiling in front of him.

A fair boy came over, looked up in the direction Su Mu was looking at, and asked after a while, "Why are you looking up? Are you watching ghosts?"

The little boy's way of thinking is not different from ordinary people, but a pure childhood fantasy, but it is said to be a child's imagination.

Su Mu watched quietly without shifting his gaze, and said, "No."

"What, what's so interesting about that." The little boy said disappointedly: "I thought you had something like yin and yang eyes and could see ghosts." His words were embarrassingly childish.

If it was another child, he would definitely not be able to help complaining, "You thought it was a novel", so as to start a conversation with the little boy.

But Su Mu is really too plain, revealing that he is different from other children.

What a wonderful man!

Thinking of this, the little boy felt that he might be his bosom friend, and asked Su Mu with a smile, "Do you believe that there are 'ghosts' in this world?"

He thought Su Mu would believe it, but Su Mu said, "I don't believe it."

"Ah? Why don't you believe me!" the little boy said in surprise.

"Then why do you believe it?"

"Because there are so many unexplained horrors."

"It's not man-made, it's just eye-catching, or it's just a fantasy when panicked." Su Mu was dull.

The little boy yelled, wanting to prove the existence of ghosts, he was so impatient: "No, that's not the case. There must be ghosts, those urban legends... There are many things that can't be explained."

The little boy's words quickly became firm: "What if there are ghosts in the world!"

Su Mu said flatly: "It's just another kind of 'person'."

"what?"

Su Mu was finally willing to look away from the ceiling, and looked at the stunned little boy: "It can't escape the words of human emotions anyway, and it's just a boring murderer."

The little boy was speechless, he didn't know how to refute at such a young age, he hesitated for a long time, and he had no choice but to say the last sentence feebly: "It's not like this."

Su Mu didn't respond, and the little boy suddenly laughed: "You are really...my name is Fang Peng."

"I know."

"Really, but seeing you look so withdrawn, I thought you didn't care about things around you."

"My name is Su Mu."

"Huh?" The little boy was startled.

Su Mu lowered his head: "I'm so withdrawn, I'm afraid you won't notice me and don't know my name."

The little boy's mouth grew wide, and he said to Su Mu in a longing and envious tone, "You must be a great person in the future!"

Su Mu didn't know why the boy said that. This was the story of Su Mu and Fang Peng becoming friends.

Since then, they have gone to and from school together every day and invited each other to their homes.

Seeing Su Mu's expression as firm as concrete, Su Mu's mother slightly loosened, she couldn't help being moved to tears, and was grateful to the little boy in her heart.

But they didn't know that Fang Peng and Su Mu were chatting about ghosts and ghosts in the room.

Su Mu wasn't interested in these things, but Fang Peng said excitedly, "It would be great if I could time travel. If I travel to the spiritual world, I'd better become weird myself, the kind that eats ghosts, like Zhong Kui...!" Tao Tao He kept talking about this kind of content that could only happen in novels.

Su Mu felt that it was boring. One was that time travel was impossible, and the other was that he didn't yearn for such a loser's obsession.

If you want something, just go and get it.

Fang Peng said, thinking of something, he agreed to meet Su Mu at the creek near the school after school.

There is a legend there. It is said that if you write a wish on a paper boat and reach the end of the stream, a mysterious thing will fulfill your wish.

Fang Peng wrote down his wish, but Su Mu didn't know what to write.

He didn't have anything he wanted, not from childhood to adulthood.

Su Mu held the pen, looked at the excited Fang Peng, and thought: I really envy him, maybe he will become a great person in the future.

Write on a piece of paper, "May my friend's wishes come true," fold the paper into a boat, and join him down the creek.

Su Mu told him rationally that the boat was destined not to reach the end of the winding stream, and would soon get wet and dump in another direction—just like their friendship.

One day physical education class, free activities.

Su Mu was lying on the edge of the flowerbed, and some classmates laughed at him.

"What's so funny." Fang Peng said to those people.

"He's like a psycho, what's so good about leaves."

Fang Peng glanced at Su Mu without confidence, and instead of standing up directly, he said to Su Mu afterwards: "Don't do this in the future."

Su Mu didn't listen.

In a few days, it will be PE class again.

Su Mu was ridiculed by others, some people laughed at him as a mentally handicapped.

Although there were only a few typical examples, the whole class seemed to silently accept that Su Mu was different from ordinary people.