[full-time master] immortal

"What do you think?"

When I came back to my senses, I saw Su Muqiu, who had become a ghost, shaking his palms in front of my eyes.I shook my head, smiled and said it was all right, and continued to lead him to Grandpa's shop.

Grandpa had no work this morning, and was standing at the door with his hands behind his back, whistling to tease his beloved starling.He is still the same old Keller style 15 years ago, with suits and trousers, sunglasses, and long little nails.Seeing me coming, he first greeted me casually.Turning my head, I saw Su Muqiu next to me. I could feel him shivering all over, narrowing his eyes behind the sunglasses, putting down the starling, and walking over quickly.

"Oh, isn't this the little hero of Xiao Su's family? How could it be that Nong finally found Yi?"

"I didn't find it, he brought it to my door." I reluctantly told my grandfather what happened yesterday.Grandpa stroked the white stubble on his chin, and looked Su Muqiu up and down carefully like appraising cultural relics.While looking at it, he muttered to himself: "Little hero...he came directly from seven years ago...it's quite interesting."

After that incident, Grandpa kept calling Su Muqiu a "little hero".

What exactly happened, I was already in Shanghai at that time, and I couldn't get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Back then, my grandfather quickly completed all the adoption procedures in one day and took me out of the orphanage.Before leaving, I saw him smiling and shaking hands with Vice President Ning, with an amiable face, both of them seemed to know nothing about those dirty things.

I was very tired that day.When I went back to the bedroom with Su Muqiu, I was already sleepy; but when I got back to the room, I was still tossing and turning on the bed.

I suddenly found that everything was so fake——the warm yellow light was fake, the pink mechanical pencil was fake, the sky blue repeater was fake, and even the foreign language that flowed slowly like a galaxy was a lie.Sister Ning Xuan, who is as light and beautiful as a butterfly, turned out to be so scarred, and everything she owned was clearly marked with a price.I imagined the horrific plots in the TV series being staged one by one on sister Ning Xuan’s tiny bones—the heroine who was “bullied” woke up from a nightmare, her eyes changed from bewildered to panicked and then ashamed, Some of them cried together with the hero who arrived late, some obeyed the discipline of the feudal system and ended their lives violently, and some chose to flee far away and brought back an unidentified man many years later. children.I can't overlap those joys and sorrows with the fate of Sister Ning Xuan. She is still so radiant, gentle and amiable in my heart, like a butterfly, like a phoenix, like a rhinestone shining under the light, like a carefully polished song. poem.

I am very depressed.I guess Su Muqiu must be even more sad.I woke up from the sound of insects that night, and I remembered that I always thought that Su Muqiu liked sister Ning Xuan, just like Hu Fei liked Yuan Ziyi, like Yue Lingshan liked Lin Pingzhi—after all, they used to be like that under the warm yellow light Right, it easily turned me into Cheng Lingsu, Linghu Chong, and the most insignificant background in their stories.

When grandpa took me away, I had the cherry hairpin that Su Muqiu gave me pinned in my hair.I gave Mucheng the Doraemon toy I got from eating McDonald's as a parting gift, and said goodbye to the siblings and their mother reluctantly.Ever since I bumped into Vice President Ning's matter with me, Su Muqiu has always had a gloomy face.Mucheng thought it was a sign of his reluctance, but I knew it was because he was feeling bad for sister Ning Xuan.

We are just two ten-year-old children who knew overnight that such an unethical thing happened around us. Even though I have a pair of eyes that open to the sky, I am helpless and helpless.Before leaving, I looked at Su Muqiu, opened and closed my lips, and said to him in lip language, be careful of Vice President Ning.

He understood and nodded slightly at me.

I remembered Aunt Sue's words - I don't have a beautiful skin, so I am a disgraceful survivor.However, Mucheng is already six or seven years old, she is a little girl like a porcelain doll, as if she would break if touched lightly.I don't know what to do with sister Ning Xuan, what to do with Mucheng in the future, what to do with other beautiful girls in the orphanage.I don't know anything, but I am willing to trust Su Muqiu without reason.He is so smart, with such skillful hands, he can repair all broken things, and he can naturally repair everything, protect everything, and save everything by driving the colorful auspicious clouds.He is the protagonist, the dazzling light, the light that I have spent my whole life chasing and looking up to.

It's just that it's time for me, the supporting role, as a little maid, to leave the stage.

For a moment, I felt like Xiao Zhao in "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji", serving tea and water to Zhang Wuji without saying a word or complaining.Unexpectedly, when the times turn around, I will rise to the top and become the head leader of Persian Mingjiao, and I will soon cross the ocean to live a good life.But, who can know?The only thing I want is to stay by Mr. Zhang's side and be his little maid for the rest of his life.

I got into the back row of my grandfather's Audi, and waved frequently to the brothers and sisters outside the car window, until the car started and gradually drove away, the figures of the brothers and sisters became smaller and smaller until they could no longer be seen.

At this time, grandpa asked me if I overheard his quarrel with Aunt Su yesterday.I didn't hide such an obvious thing.Grandpa smiled and looked up to observe my expression in the rearview mirror.He asked me, little girl, do you understand?

I thought about it, and didn't tell him what happened at dawn, but just answered very vaguely, half understanding, half not understanding.

Grandpa laughed again, boasting that I can talk, and that I am indeed suitable to be a mysterious psychic.He said that in fact all the ghosts in the orphanage knew about Ning Xuan.But only I can see these ghosts, and unfortunately I happen to be a helpless little girl as well.To protect me, no ghost told me about it.It's just that Ning Xuan was bullied by Vice President Ning so badly that Aunt Su couldn't stand it, so she went to Shanghai to find her grandfather for help.Grandpa didn't want to help at first, but Aunt Su brought another useful message to Grandpa—another little girl in the orphanage, that is me, can see ghosts.Out of interest in me, grandpa reluctantly came to the orphanage, and first asked Ning Xuan for questioning.Sister Ning Xuan didn't say anything, so Grandpa could only give up.

Extraordinary beauty, for a girl from a wealthy family, is a considerable fortune, but to a girl from a poor family, it is blindly dangerous poison.

No wonder such good girls as Ning Xuan and Mu Cheng couldn't be adopted.

On this car back to Shanghai, my grandfather taught me the first lesson of a psychic, which was also the "rule" he repeatedly said yesterday: We psychics can only accept human beings. The request of the ghost, but cannot accept the request of the ghost.Even if those ghosts know all the sins that have happened in this world, we can only pretend to be deaf and dumb, and we cannot interfere in the affairs of the world.

With a sense of justice, I was filled with righteous indignation: "Why? This is immoral."

Grandpa turned his head and glanced at me, and smiled: "Little girl, you will know in the future."

Later, I suffered a few times, and finally understood: morality is fluid in the time dimension.Moreover, even if you look at the world with the most universal values, you can find that there are far more crimes in this world than morality.If we have to take care of everything, it is simply impossible to manage, and often the result will only be counterproductive, making the injustice become a deeper injustice.

As psychics, as a bridge connecting the two ends of life and death, we can only abandon the worldly morality and be a detached and calm bystander, instead of letting ourselves fall into the puzzle.Otherwise, God will naturally punish.

——However, people are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless?

Sometimes, I can't help but reach out.

After arriving in Shanghai with my grandfather, I changed my name and surname to Gu, and my grandfather found a former handsome man to name me.The "Dang Qing" randomly created by the aunt in the orphanage became my former name, and now "Gu Xihua" is written in three large Song style characters in the column of my name.I held my household registration book and read it for a long time, and I was reluctant to let go. I just felt that these three words contained all the beauty in the world.Gu Xihua, what a beautiful three words!It is simply a name worthy of Su Muqiu.

There is no way to determine my birthday, and my grandfather asked me to choose a day I like.I thought about it and chose October 10st.Therefore, Su Muqiu's birthday also became my birthday, October 21, 1996.

Grandpa's shop opened in a small alley, but he himself bought a three-bedroom house in 97 when the first batch of commercial houses came out.He set up my room before taking me home - a small north-south-facing room flooded with sunlight, the walls painted pale pink, and the bed, desk, wardrobe and bookshelves in a matching navy blue .On the empty table are a reading lamp and an ivory white backgammon repeater.I wandered cautiously for a long time in this [-]-square-meter small bedroom, everything in front of me was full of brilliance, and I thought I had broken into the fairy tale world by mistake in my dream.I seemed to have become Sister Ning Xuan in an instant—but when I thought about Sister Ning Xuan's tragic experience, my heart suddenly sank, and the feeling of being in a state of bliss caused by material things disappeared overnight.

Although my grandfather brought me back to Shanghai to accept me as an apprentice, my normal study was not delayed.He arranged for me to enter a primary school near my home, and specially found me a scholar (the one who named me) and a foreign priest to help me with my homework.It's a pity that I was born stupid, and I was delayed too much in the years in the orphanage. I always behaved mediocrely in school, and I was often criticized by teachers and ridiculed by classmates.Fortunately, I grew up in a jungle-like orphanage. The malice from these greenhouse flowers was like the evening wind in spring, brushing my cheeks lightly, and they couldn't even mess with my hair.

I still miss everything in Hangzhou.Aunt Su still came to visit me from time to time, and I often corresponded with the Su brothers and sisters.In the beginning, only Su Muqiu wrote to me, and later Mucheng also left one or two lines of crooked handwriting mixed with pinyin on the letter paper to say hello to me.Everything seemed calm and stable. Su Muqiu never mentioned Vice President Ning in his letters, but this person was always like a thorn in our hearts.

I often think about how to help sister Ning Xuan who is far away in Hangzhou.After installing broadband at home, I tried to use my grandfather's computer to search for ways to appeal.Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the three words "orphanage" in the search engine, the system automatically matched the question I wanted to ask.I couldn't help but sigh that this computer is really smart, as if it knew what I wanted to search for a long time ago and arranged it for me in advance.However, I have browsed around the Internet, but I have never obtained any valuable information.I also tried to write to the mayor's mailbox and post on the BBS, but nothing came to fruition.If it is true as grandpa said, without any solid evidence, how can we convict the director of an orphanage just by relying on us children, old people and ghosts?

But I have never forgotten Vice President Ning.Whenever I think of him, my heart is always apprehensive.

Sure enough, on the occasion of our first zodiac year, that happened.

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve in 2008, Aunt Su found Grandpa with red eyes.Grandpa drove me back to the bedroom, leaving Aunt Su talking in the living room.I want to eavesdrop, but there is Liang Xiucai invited by my grandfather in my room.At this moment, he is floating in the air and instructing me to write Chinese New Year couplets with bad calligraphy, and being stared at by such a gentleman, it is not easy for me to lie on the back of the door and eavesdrop.

Grandpa and Aunt Su talked for a long time, so long that I could almost copy Pu Songling's "Promoting Weaving" with couplets.Grandpa finally ended the conversation.He opened my door and told me to get ready for a long trip.He specifically asked me to bring two more coats, thicker ones.

Liang Xiucai and I were very puzzled.I asked my grandpa, isn't it New Year's Eve today, where are we going?

Grandpa said without looking back, Hangzhou.

Originally, it only took two hours to drive from Shanghai to Hangzhou, but my grandfather and I got stuck on the Shanghai-Kunming Expressway and got dizzy, and it was already late at night when we arrived in Hangzhou.At this time, Aunt Su had already returned to Hangzhou from Shanghai—ghosts always go faster than people.

Although it is night, the streets and alleys are full of joyous Spring Festival atmosphere, family reunion, laughter, firecrackers crackling, colorful fireworks blooming one after another above our heads.

However, my grandfather and I can see the other side of the world—also under this landscape full of thousands of flowers, many homeless and lonely souls are wandering, wandering, and screaming.

And we have no time to stop for these earthly joys or ghostly sorrows.Grandpa finally found a parking space to put the car, and I took a coat and hurried across the street.We are indeed walking in the direction of the orphanage, but the destination is not the orphanage.We ran to the flyover not far from the orphanage.

We first saw Aunt Su under the flyover, and then we saw the Su brothers and sisters huddled together.

The little Mucheng had already fallen asleep curled up in his brother's old coat, while Su Muqiu was wearing only a thin black sweater and a pair of crumpled jeans. He was holding his arms in vain for warmth, spitting The white air mass looked up at the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky.

He was a little taller than I remembered, but a lot thinner.I recognize that black sweater, which he wore a few years ago, but now it doesn't fit well, and it looks small everywhere.Aunt Su was standing in front of him, looking at his overly thin clothes, her eyes were cloudy and worried, and she frequently reached out to touch his head—unfortunately, he couldn't see her, and she couldn't touch him.

Grandpa threw the duck down sweater in his hand to me, and raised his chin at me.I nodded knowingly, and immediately ran towards Su Muqiu.

"Mu Qiu!"

Hearing my call, Su Muqiu immediately turned around.Only then did I realize that his face was painted, and besides the bright bruises around his eyes, there were also many small wounds.When he saw me, his eyes lit up for a moment.But soon, a series of complex emotions such as shyness, embarrassment, nervousness, and fear appeared in his bright eyes. He subconsciously took a step back, and subconsciously reached out his hand to cover the scar on his body.

I didn't pay attention to his movements, but directly put the larger duck down sweater in my hand on his body, untied my scarf, and wrapped it tightly around his neck.

"Is it cold, you!" I asked him loudly amidst the roar of fireworks.

"Xiaoqing, why are you here?" He also asked me loudly.It was only then that I realized that his voice had also changed a bit. Although it hadn't reached the stage of voice change, it was indeed much thicker than I remembered.He was really froze just now, and now he is not being polite to me, he zipped up the duck down jacket, and buried half of his face in the scarf trembling.His action made me feel relieved, and I suddenly felt that I was also a useful person to him.

"Your mother asked me and grandpa to come - this matter is more complicated, let's talk about it later. Let's go, it's so cold, Mucheng is freezing."

We couldn't bear to wake up the little girl, so we packed her up in another warm duck down sweater, and grandpa carried her forward.Grandpa wanted to go to the hotel to open two rooms, but unexpectedly, it was the peak season of the Spring Festival, and all the nearby hotels were full.Fortunately, my grandfather has a lot of contacts and a wide range of contacts. He contacted his old friend in Hangzhou with a phone call, and quickly solved the accommodation problem for us, one, three, and three.

My old friend's house is adjacent to the West Lake. Although the location is excellent, the house is really not big, and I only packed up a guest room and a sofa in the living room.Grandpa generously left the guest room for the three of us to live in, and claimed the sofa himself.Su Muqiu offered to sleep on the floor next to the sofa with his grandfather.Grandpa was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mucheng and me who were sleeping soundly, nodded knowingly, and said, yes, it's time to lay the floor, the girls are all grown up, and it's time to avoid suspicion.

My grandfather and I ran around all afternoon, and Su Muqiu and his brother and sister encountered a major life change. Everyone was tired and tired, so no one was in the mood to watch the Spring Festival Gala anymore.I settled down the sleeping Mucheng, washed up a bit, then collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.The fireworks by the West Lake all night did not disturb my lucid dream, and I only woke up when the sun was bright the next day.

After waking up, I touched the pillow, and there was indeed a red envelope of New Year's money stuffed by my grandfather under the pillow. I gently raised Mucheng's head, and saw that she also had it under the pillow.Walking out of the bedroom with slippers on, he saw Mu Qiu pitifully curled up on the floor, but there was also a red envelope on his pillow.

I reached out and pinched the thickness of each red envelope.Judging by the weight, there are at least five pink Grandpa Mao stuffed in each bag.I yawned and went back to my room, ready to go back to sleep again, thinking while laying on the bed, the old guy is really rich.

Later, I secretly asked Grandpa, didn't he say he only cares about people and ignores ghosts? Why do you help Aunt Su and the Su brothers and sisters like this?Are you not afraid of losing your life?

Grandpa snorted coldly at that time, rolled his huge eyes at me, and said, Aunt Nongsu, a bad woman, threatened me, saying that if I didn't help Yi, Yi would come to find Nong, and Nong would definitely help the Su family. Child.I thought, I have worked so hard to find an apprentice like Nong, and I still expect Nong to take over from me. If Nong loses his life, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?Then I'd better sacrifice my old bones, and my life can't be cut off.

He spoke lightly, but every sentence hit my heart, which made me feel ashamed.

No one told me what happened that day, why Su Muqiu was injured, and why the brother and sister lived on the streets during this Spring Festival.Later, I pieced together the outline of the incident bit by bit from other people’s fragmentary words—in short, after the New Year’s Eve lunch in the orphanage, Su Muqiu beat up the man who was already Director Ning at that time.Su Muqiu was injured, but Dean Ning was injured so badly that he needed to spend the whole New Year in the hospital.Mu Qiu and Mu Cheng were driven out of the orphanage because of this.

According to Su Muqiu's own statement, after he found out about Ning Xuan's sister, he was always unhappy seeing this greasy middle-aged man.However, unexpectedly, this man was not punished at all, but his official career was prosperous and his career was smooth.He was really blind, and when he caught an opportunity, he hit him on the spur of the moment.

I don't quite believe Su Muqiu's argument.There is a big hole in his logic - he is such a smart person, it is impossible not to know the consequences of his reckless actions.Even if he didn't think about himself, he would definitely think about Mucheng.

I asked Mucheng, but Mucheng didn't remember anything, she just said that she was taking a nap after the lunch that day, and for some reason, her brother got into a fight with the dean.I didn't ask anything from Mucheng.

In the end, it was Grandpa who accidentally slipped the tongue.After that incident, he always praised Su Muqiu as a little hero.Once, he was chatting with Liang Xiucai over a pot of Pu'er. He seemed to have forgotten that I was practicing calligraphy behind them, and he talked to Liang Xiucai about the brothers and sisters of the Su family.He said that the little girl from the Su family is really pretty and she will grow up to be great in the future.It's just a little bit short, but luckily her elder brother is there.Their dean is really not a thing, he can do things like drugging a child to stun him.Fortunately, Alashihua has been ugly since he was a child.

The pen in my hand paused.I raised my head and rolled my eyes fiercely at Grandpa's back: What a bad old man, my aunt and grandma are indeed not impressive, but I'm not ugly, right?

But at the same time, the confusion in my heart suddenly became clear.

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The author has something to say: there is an automatic matching problem in the computer search engine, because grandpa checked it.

Why did the Su family brothers and sisters leave the orphanage at a young age? The original book only said that it was because of "misfortune", but I am curious about what kind of accident can make two children living in the 21st century live on the streets.Here is also my own set of rhetorical completion logic.

The next chapter might have big news(?)