Every time I travel through, I'm mentally retarded

When Father Shen came back, he saw his son staying where he was, looking at the door foolishly, with a simple and honest smile in the corners of his eyes. Although the wind had blown him, the kindness in his heart remained.

He came over and stroked Shen Qianfan's hair: "Son, you are so good. Let's go home."

Shen Qianfan stretched out his hand and took Father Shen's hand.

His hands were very thick, Shen Qianfan's fingertips touched his palms, as if they had suddenly touched gravel, and hurt his hands.

Father Shen looked into his son's eyes and felt very guilty.

For him, it was his own incompetence that caused his son to suffer so much with him.

Father Shen led Shen Qianfan to the back door of the hospital, and in front of him was a tricycle with peeling paint, and the original mottled rust was exposed on the peeling paint.Father Shen walked over with Shen Qianfan in his arms, put him on the car, and then unlocked the tricycle. This is not an electric tricycle, but pedaled. Once it starts, it will make a "creaking" sound. It's like the panting of an old man when he goes uphill.

Shen Qianfan sat in the back, his face was a little pale, and he was blown by the wind along the way.

Occasionally, if there is a trash can on the side of the road, Father Shen will stop the car, then stagger to the side of the trash can, put his hand into the trash can, and after a while, when he stretches out again, there will be a An empty mineral water bottle.

Father Shen put the bottle into the tricycle, and looked apologetically at his son who was sitting in the car and didn't understand anything.

"Dad didn't go out to work this morning, so I can only pick up some bottles..."

Treat your son as a normal person, and try to explain it to him no matter whether he understands it or not.

When they arrived at the two places of residence, Shen Qianfan saw in the car that there were almost dozens of plastic bottles.

Shen Qianfan looked at the house in front of him. This house was built on a relatively high ground, so to go in, only stairs were built on the outside. Once the stairs were built, there was an extra space below, and the stairs could keep out the rain.Father Shen also spent money to buy a large piece of rain cloth. With this arrangement, the garbage he usually picked up was placed inside, and the tricycle was also locked under it.

After Shen's father finished the car, he took Shen Qianfan's hand and led him upstairs.The narrow stairs did not allow two people to stand together. Father Shen walked in front, holding his son's hand tightly, then opened the door, and brought Shen Qianfan into the room.

There is only a small second-hand TV set in the room, a black table with two glasses and a tin water bottle on it, and an old-fashioned sofa, some of the sponges on the sofa cushions have come out.

There are two rooms inside, Father Shen and Shen Qianfan sleep separately.

Father Shen picked up the quilt, poured a glass of water, and drank it in one gulp.

Then he hurriedly opened the door of Shen Qianfan's room, as if he wanted to offer a treasure.

"Xiaofan, look what Dad bought for you..."

Before Shen Qianfan could speak, he was brought to the door by Shen's father. He glanced over and saw a piano standing there.

He was a little surprised, although he knew that Shen's father would buy the piano for the original owner.But when this moment really happened to him, the touch of that moment was enough to make his nose sore.

Shen Qianfan involuntarily walked towards the piano, sat in front of the piano, and then played a few notes, the melody immediately flowed out from between his waist, and flowed out of the window along with the window in front of him.

When Father Shen saw such a scene, he couldn't help laughing in relief.

He has always felt that Bodhisattva is unfair, that's why he gave such a suffering to his lovely son, but now, although he doesn't know how to play the piano, seeing his son play such a beautiful tune easily, he thought again, if he After leaving, I don't have to worry about my son's life anymore.

Father Shen silently walked to the small kitchen on the side of the living room to get busy, and when he came out again, he had a bowl of noodles in his hand.

Shen Qianfan smelled the fragrance, put down the piano in his hand, and walked towards that side.

After the two finished their noodles, Shen's father casually took out a coat from his room: "Xiaofan is obedient at home, if you're bored, just watch TV, dad is going to work."

Seeing his son playing with the piano, Shen's father felt that his idea of ​​buying a piano was indeed right, and he would just earn a little more money to enroll his son in piano lessons.

While thinking about these things in his heart, he walked out of the house, and locked the door of the house at the same time, to prevent Xiaofan from running out ignorantly.

……

Ling An quickly came to the west of the city, he walked in the direction he sensed, and came to a deserted cemetery.

With a quick glance, weeds were growing in front of the cemetery, and a few of them had candles or residual paper that had been blown away by the wind.

Ling An frowned, the sky was gradually getting dark.

I have lived for thousands of years, but I have never encountered such a thing. I only encountered a strange thing. It was decades ago that I pulled a soul called "Luo Suheng". Du went away, but the corpse was able to move freely.

But although this matter is strange, it does not belong to Ling An's jurisdiction at all.

What he can control is only related to the soul.

Afterwards, Ling An mercifully told the Yan family about the matter, but the Yan family intervened, and they never knew what happened afterwards.

This is one of the strange things he finds, and the second is today's incident. Why did a good soul suddenly appear in the cemetery in the west of the city?

The cemetery in front of me was arranged in the shape of terraced fields, and a square tombstone was placed on each terraced field. Ling An glanced over and followed the path to the end of the cemetery, where a small forest was planted.

The reason why it is said to be a small area is that you can see the asphalt road opposite directly through the woods, and there are no cars passing on the road.

He walked along the path with a cautious look on his face, but apart from sensing the existence of this soul when he first came to this place, now he can't feel it at all.

Ling An was aroused this time, after living for so many years, he always felt bored, and finally let himself encounter something interesting!

He stopped at the same place, the moon was hanging on the treetops, and the black tree shadows were swaying with the wind, it was the time of the full moon.

Ling An looked around, but didn't find anything. As soon as he turned around, he caught a black shadow passing by the corner of his eyes.

He smiled and hurriedly followed.

The speed is like taking advantage of the wind, and others cannot catch up.

When the black shadow disappeared, Ling An was already in the grove.

Obviously, when I saw this forest outside, I thought it wasn't that big, but now, when I was inside, I realized that there were trees all around me, layer upon layer, and I couldn't see the road outside.

Great!

A thought flashed in Ling An's mind.

Since I was careless just now, make up for it now!

At this moment, the black shadow reappeared, interjecting non-stop in the middle of the woods, using the trees to hide its figure.

Seeing Ling An, he immediately caught up and kicked over. Suddenly, a rope appeared in his hand. The rope actually gave off a soft light in the dark night. His figure kept changing. After a while, he suddenly ran to the trunk of the tree, raised his head again, and was on the top of the tree again.

The rope in his hand gradually shortened, and after a while, there was only a small end left in his hand.

At this moment, Ling An stood on the ground again.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was like frost, sharp and piercing.

His little finger was hooked on the knot of the rope, and only then did he realize that just now, he had hidden the rope in various places in the tree.

With a slight movement of Ling An's little finger, he saw that the ropes arranged in all directions were suddenly shrunk in front of him, and then slowly formed into a ball, and a person was tied up in this ball. , a gray-haired man.

When he saw it, wasn't this the soul that originally belonged to him to ferry away?

Ling An squatted down, looking at the messy hair in front of her, with her head hanging down, like a person without spine support, the hair on her head was sparse, leaving a bald top.

"Who brought you here?" Ling An asked this soul, he didn't believe that a soul could escape the shackles of his own death and run to such a remote cemetery.

The soul's head swayed from side to side in slow motion, like an involuntary balloon blown by the wind, it only needs to be pricked lightly, and it bursts with a "bang", leaving fine foam behind.

He was a little impatient, this matter had to be investigated clearly, and he didn't believe that ordinary people could do it if he could take away the soul.

Ling An stood up straight, and tightened the rope in his hand: "Get up."

The people on the ground seemed to understand this sentence, and stood up tremblingly.

Just when he was about to send this soul away, unexpectedly there was a strong wind around him, and the wind was a bit weird, Ling An was cautiously on guard.

A branch in one place was directly broken by the strong wind, and it flew towards Ling'an, with the strength like a sharp sword just drawn.

Ling An hurriedly dodged to the side, the soul bound by the rope in his hand escaped from the rope at some point.

He looked at the end of his rope in surprise, and there was a gorgeously dressed man with gold thread inlaid cuffs on the black clothes and long hair like black ink.

The man in black looked at Ling An and smiled, his peach blossom eyes showed a tinge of chill.

"It's not your business, so don't touch it."

Ling An's eyes changed, and he retracted the rope at the other end: "It's a pity, this matter belongs to me."

The man seemed very upset: "Then I will punish you."

"Then see if you have the ability—" After speaking, Ling An stepped forward to make a move.

"I can't deal with Qing Nie, but one of his souls," the man smiled, "it's still not a problem."

Raising his hands and stretching his legs in one go, Ling An and the man were close to winning, but the man seemed a little tired, stretched out his beautiful fingers, and even used a spell.

With a light tap of his fingertips, Ling An couldn't dodge, hit his stomach and fell to the ground.

"Being so disrespectful to me, I decided to reward you for being an ordinary person for a month." The man walked to the side of the souls scattered on the ground, stretched out his sleeves, and twirled them slightly, only to see that the souls were tucked into the sleeves, he stopped Steps, "You know, to be an ordinary person, but many people, wish for it!"