Supernatural: Violent exorcism of ghosts, I scared the school beauty into confusion

The tailor’s dream, stuck in the memory of 10 years old

at the same time.

Maybe it was because of the injury, or because he was familiar with the fat man, and instinctively knew that the fat man was not dangerous to him. In addition, he was dreaming. The tailor who was lying on the bed did not notice the fat man’s arrival, and woke up, thinking about what he had dreamed about. Frowning.

even.

As time passed, Fatty saw a look of pain on the tailor’s face for the first time, as if what she had had was not a sweet dream, but a nightmare.

Originally, the fat man planned to wake her up.

But what happened next made Fatty stop this move.

……

the other side.

In a tailor’s dream.

There is a house here, which is very similar to the house that the fat man lives in now. It is also an old two-story house. The two are similar in terms of the degree of dilapidation, the number of floors and the structure of the house.

But…

there was no fat man or tailor in the room.

There were only two people.

One is a little girl about four or five years old, and the other is a woman. Her lips and face are a little pale, and the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes make her look like she is in her early thirties, but she looks like she is in her forties. old woman.

But the little girl wasn’t much better. Her clothes were not children’s clothes, but children’s clothes made from adult clothes.

If you look carefully at the yellowed calendar on the wall, you can see that it is not modern, but is at least several decades old.

In that era, everything was in a hurry. Most families raised children not as rich as now, but poor. Most of the clothes were sewn from adults’ clothes. Even if there were two or three children, then the clothes of the eldest child would be It will be left for the second child to wear. When the second child grows up and can no longer wear it, it will be left for the third child to wear.

At this time,

the old-looking woman was sewing a rag doll with needle and thread. She made it stitch by stitch from old clothes. However, it was torn again after being played with by her daughter for a long time. Now it is being repaired. repair.

This is also the time.

The little girl standing in front of her was already young and ignorant. She put her hands on the edge of the table, leaned up to look at the doll in the woman’s hand, and shouted anxiously: “Mom, how long does it take

to fix it?”

The little girl urged.

Although the woman’s face showed that she was obviously ill, she still raised a smile and said:

“It’s almost better, Yaya, mommy will get it done soon…cough.”

She coughed after speaking.

The little girl named Yaya looked at her mother and asked instinctively:

“Mom, do you want some water?”

Regarding her mother’s cough, the little girl knew very well that she was sick, but she thought it should be fine, because from her For as long as she can remember, or since she was a child, her mother has been like this, coughing from time to time.

As for what the disease is.

The little girl had heard from her neighbors what tuberculosis was called. Unfortunately, she was too young, so she only knew the name of the disease. She didn’t know what tuberculosis was. She thought she just coughed and that her coughing stopped after drinking water.

“Mom is fine. Compared to me, Yaya, you are the one who has taken your medicine. It’s almost noon.”

The woman rubbed the little girl’s head.

The woman got tuberculosis. In fact, the little girl also had some diseases. Her body was weak and she needed to drink traditional Chinese medicine to treat it.

Mentioned taking medicine.

The little girl’s face fell down and she cried:

“Mom, can I not drink the medicine? Those medicines are so bitter and I don’t want to drink them.”

“You have to drink it. Only after drinking it can Yaya’s health be better. Be good and drink it quickly.” , after drinking, mommy will take you out to play later. Mommy has paid her salary today and will take you to go shopping for lanterns in the evening.”

“Wow! Really? Mommy is the best. I’m going to drink it now~”

The little girl jumped in surprise. In mother’s arms, her little feet were dangling.

Feeling her daughter’s happiness, the pale face of the sickly-looking mother seemed to be rosy with joy, and she stretched out her hand to rub the little girl’s braided head.

To this.

The little girl just blinked her eyes happily and said:

“Yes, Mom, why don’t we drink medicine together? You see that you are still sick. Drink it together and you won’t cough.”

“Silly girl, that medicine It’s for you to drink. Besides, your illness is different from mom’s. Be good, go drink it quickly and remember to drink it clean. That medicine is very expensive.”

Mom replied subconsciously.

The little girl responded oh, nodded and went to drink the medicine.

at this time.

The little girl was still young and didn’t know what her mother’s instinctive response meant. It wasn’t until she grew up that she realized how expensive her medicine was. It was so expensive that her mother stopped taking her medicine. See a doctor and buy medicine for yourself.

It’s a pity that she was still young at that time and didn’t understand this at all.

perhaps.

Even if she understood, it would be useless. She was too young to give her mother any help. Perhaps the only thing she could do was to be a good daughter.

The time in the dream is passing rapidly.

Come evening.

The little girl drank Chinese medicine. Because of some ingredients in the Chinese medicine, she fell asleep deeply in the bedroom. However, because of the movement outside the bedroom door, she faintly woke up from her sleep and vaguely saw the scene outside the bedroom door.

Hazy.

She saw her mother sitting at the table, still sewing her dolls. Perhaps she stayed up late doing needlework and playing with her daughter. She coughed badly due to the exertion, but she did not dare to make too much noise. Afraid of waking up the little girl, she could only cover her mouth and cough violently.

After coughing, she probably couldn’t bear it anymore, so she took out the injection she had saved from seeing a doctor before and pricked her wrist. As she rolled up her sleeves, the little girl vaguely saw her mother’s slender wrist.

It was not the slenderness of a modern little girl, but the slenderness of being hungry.

It didn’t take long.

Drowsily.

A middle-aged man came into the hall outside the bedroom door.

That’s the little girl’s father.

Compared with being close to her mother, the little girl is not so close to her father. He is very afraid of her. As long as she can remember, her father has been beating her. Basically, whenever something goes wrong, he will grab her and beat her. It is her every time. Her mother protected her so that she wouldn’t be beaten, but her mother also suffered.

In sleep.

The little girl couldn’t remember what her father said.

I just remember that my father beat my mother again and called her a prodigal bitch. My mother didn’t say anything. She just replied weakly, “Can you please speak softer? Yaya is sleeping. If you want to be scolded or beaten, go out and say it.” “.

I don’t know whether it was my mother who begged me, or whether my father was having fun hanging out with the mistress outside. It was rare that he obeyed his mother’s words and pulled his mother’s hair out.

The days went on like this.

Then came the little girl’s birthday.

It was her 6th birthday.

The little girl returned home early and couldn’t wait to get in because she knew today was her birthday. Every year on her birthday, her mother would always buy her a rare pastry.

She thought it tasted delicious, but it was a pity that her family was poor. The pastry was passed down from foreigners. It was very expensive and could only be eaten on birthdays.

certainly.

She didn’t know all this at the time. It was only when she grew up that she realized that those little pastries and the delicious food she sometimes ate were all the money her mother earned by shining shoes for others and doing odd jobs. , used to improve food for oneself.

but.

This 6th birthday was different from the past. When she entered the house, she saw her mother sewing as always, and she took part-time sewing work as a subsidy. After all, her father never gave money and only gave it to the mistress who was away. All the money at home was made by her mother. Earned.

“Mom, I’m back.”

“Yaya is back. Happy birthday. Yaya is 6 years old.”

Listening to her mother’s words.

The little girl smiled happily, and subconsciously looked at the table, but she was confused:

“Mom, where is the little pastry.”

She found that it was different from the past. This time, her mother said happy birthday and did not take out the pastry.

To this.

The mother just apologized a little guiltily and said:

“I’m sorry, Yaya, there may be no pastries this time. How about I make some pastries for you?”

The little girl didn’t know that the reason why her mother didn’t buy the pastries was because the price of her medicine had increased. I thought my mother had forgotten about it, so I got angry and scolded my mother, complaining that my mother didn’t love her anymore.

This time too.

In the following years, every birthday, her mother bought her cakes as usual.

That’s why.

When the little girl grew up, she still remembered the appearance of the cake, because it was her only birthday gift and the only person who celebrated her birthday. As for her father, he never showed up and never remembered her birthday.

The days lasted until she was 10 years old.

10 years old.

That was an unforgettable year for her.

Her mother died that day, and she never received any cakes, and no one said happy birthday to her.

It was also that day.

Although it was not her birthday, she received woolen pants that her mother had knitted in advance and worn since she was a child.

10 years old may be still young for a child today.

But for a child of that era, she was already very sensible and understood a lot. She knew what it meant that her mother died of illness, which meant that she would never see her again, and she would never be able to hug her mother again.

But when she saw her mother go away, apart from being sad, she also felt that it would be good if she left, as her mother would no longer have to suffer so much. At the same time, she also felt regretful, regretting that she had never said “Mom, I love you” to her. , and sometimes even dislike my mother.

Unfortunately.

It wasn’t until her mother left that the little girl understood that she had no home and she was the only one left in the world.

Maybe it’s because of the excessive sadness.

Maybe I regretted it and thought I should do something for my mother.

It was also on that day.

The little girl, who was only 10 years old, killed her father with the help of a corpse stitcher, cut his body into pieces, and distributed the body to the vicious guard dogs in the village.

Then…

she took her mother’s body and left.

It was also from that day.

Although the little girl grows up over time, her world always stays before she was 10 years old.

……

the other side.

Northeast, in the two-story house in the old street alley.

at this time.

In the fat man’s gaze, he saw an unforgettable scene… He

saw the sleeping tailor actually crying. The obviously cold body made of corpses had tears on the corners of his face, and he murmured unconsciously in his sleep. Then she said:

“Mom.”

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