237: Mindfulness

Mindfulness

Seeing that I agreed to her request without hesitation, Lady Song let out a sigh of relief. Her tense face gradually eased. 0

Her withered, wood-like hand held the table beside her and stood up. She stumbled to a dusty chair in the room.

Seeing her face ashen and depressed, I thought Lady Song was too tired and wanted to change places to rest for a while. I didn't expect that she would gently brush the dust on her face with her hand and try to reveal a friendly smile.

"Good child, why don't you come over and take a seat?"

Aunt Song's voice was extremely loving. Her every move was like an ordinary, kind and kind old lady.

But when I saw her half-dead, sinister and terrifying appearance, I felt a little flattered. I quickly waved my hand and refused," No need. Grandma Song, sit down. This junior just stands."

Unexpectedly, Aunt Song's face turned ugly and her tone became stern.

"I'll let you sit down. Little girl, why are you so fussy?"

I couldn't help but be shocked by her different attitude. I could n' t help but curse in my heart. I couldn't blame others for saying that Lady Song was moody and not easy to get close to. It seemed like this was indeed the case.

But when he thought of the innocent and lively little boy's soul that he had seen in front of Song Xiangu's house, his heart could not help but feel restless.

I followed Lady Song's instructions and carefully sat on the chair. After pondering for a while, I asked," Grandma Song, I went to look for the Dean of the Xingxing Kindergarten at that time and learned a little about it, so... I'd like to ask about the strange things that happened in the kindergarten that year. Song Xiaoji did it, right?"

I stared at her unblinkingly, my eyes full of inquiry.

There was clearly a bit of black gas on the surface of Song Xiaoji soul body, clearly showing signs of turning into a vengeful spirit. However, for some reason, he was not lost in reason by the black gas, and still maintained his lively and cheerful appearance when he was alive. This made me quite surprised.

"So what? "So what if it's not?" Song Xiannu sighed softly, her eyes revealing a deep and experienced expression.

As she spoke, Aunt Song suddenly coughed violently. She quickly took out a neat handkerchief from her pocket and tightly covered her mouth.

After coughing, there was a pool of dark red blood phlegm in the handkerchief. Song Xiangu's face darkened.

"Grandma Song, are you alright?" I walked up with a worried expression. I helped Aunt Song sit on the stool and brought a cup of warm boiled water to her.

Song Xiangu drank a mouthful of water in silence. She did not answer my previous question, but instead sighed," The old man has lived for most of his life. I wonder if it's the retribution from the heavens. The son and daughter-in-law have disappeared a few years ago, leaving only Xiao Sunsun one to depend on the old man."

As she spoke, she wiped the moist corners of her eyes and continued," The old lady knows that I've lived for so long. I do n' t have much time left to stay in this world, but the only thing I can't let go of is my obedient and sensible grandson ……"

I sat by the side, patiently listening to Lady Song recounting what had happened back then.

It turned out that when Aunt Song couldn't wait for her little grandson at home that day, she hurriedly went out to look for him, but she saw Song Xiaoji soul under the swing.

At that time, the scene was very chaotic. After she returned home with her Song Xiaoji soul, she found that her grandson's soul was wrapped in black gas, and she was in a violent state.

Song Xiannu used what she had learned all her life and managed to purify the black Qi on his body. However, her vitality was greatly injured and she looked more than ten years old.

He had thought that his grandson could reincarnate, but he never expected that this would not end.

Perhaps Song Xiaoji's obsession was too strong and he did n' t mind at all. He sneaked to the Xingxing Kindergarten and found his partner who was playing with him.

The five-year-old child already knew what it meant to be separated from each other. The little friend who had originally died in front of them suddenly appeared in front of them, and no one else could see his figure. This scared the children out of their wits.

Song Xiannu tried her best to retrieve her grandson's soul, but she never expected that his soul would be covered in a layer of black gas.

After purifying Song Xiaoji soul a few more times, she finally realized that it was not that her grandson could not, but that he did not want to reincarnate.

"Don't want to? Why did Song Xiaoji not want to reincarnate? "Could it be that he's still thinking about his friends?" I couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Just as Aunt Song was about to say something, a white smoke suddenly rose in the room. The next moment, Song Xiaoji soul appeared in front of us.

Since the real owner had appeared, I naturally wanted to ask.

So, I raised a friendly smile and said softly," Song Xiaoji, can you tell me why you don't want to reincarnate?"

Song Xiaoji hugged PiQiu, who had been inseparable from her, and tilted her head. A naive smile appeared on her face as she asked," Sister, say... "Why did they cause me to look like this? Now, they don't like me anymore?"

A stubborn and paranoid gaze flashed across Song Xiaoji eyes. He stared at me unblinkingly, as if he wanted to get an answer from me that could convince him.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Song Xiangu looked at her grandson with heartache and couldn't wait to comfort her," My precious grandson, even if those brats do n' t like you, you still have me!"

Song Xiannu looked at Song Xiaoji pleadingly and said with snot and tears," Son of a bitch, just listen to Grandma's words. Hurry up and reincarnate. too sunny. A ghost like you ca n' t stay for long."

Song Xiaoji obviously didn't listen to Aunt Song's words. He still stared at me with a stubborn expression and asked," Sister, can you tell me why this is?"

I couldn't help but sigh when I saw his slightly aggrieved eyes.

I knew Song Xiaoji was asking his friends. As I had expected, this was his only obsession.

I can't say that it was the fault of Song Xiaoji group of friends because they were only five years old at the time, and they were still children in kindergarten. Naturally, they would be a little flustered when things happened.

However, this wasn't Song Xiaoji's fault. He just wanted to play with his friends, but he couldn't do anything about it. An accident caused them to be separated.

Therefore, I softened my voice and patiently advised," Song Xiaoji, it's not that your friends do n' t like you anymore, but that they can't adapt to your current form. After all, people are different."

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