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As a security guard, I am now standing guard for Xiao Chen.

Why doesn’t Xiao Chen come back yet?

What I promised, why did I delay going to the toilet for so long?

The glass door of the resident behind me was opened and the woman walked in.

Behind the woman was a lot of expressionless people, including people who were familiar with me and completely strangers.

My legs were trembling so much that I immediately covered my left eye.

After his left eye was covered, the woman was left in front of him.

Sure enough, there were ghosts following me. When I realized that the woman had already walked about half a meter in front of me.

I opened my mouth to explain something, and the woman took out a kitchen knife from behind and slashed it on my shoulder.

I didn't give me any response time, I could feel the pain.

Then blood seemed to swell from my shoulders and I lost my feelings.

When I opened my eyes again, I followed the woman.

I am just like those expressionless people behind the woman, and I am standing expressionlessly at this moment.

The woman wiped the blood on the ground with the corner of her clothes, and then grabbed the thirty-inch suitcase from the side.

He took a sip of the dry tobacco from his waist and walked out of the community as if nothing had happened.

I know that this woman is called Wusu, and I followed Wusu step by step without control.

Moreover, this thirty-inch box looks familiar. It is really not the first time I have seen this big box.

We walked down the street, and the crowd passed through us.

No one can see us, we obviously have so many people following Wu Su.

I tried to look with my left eye and could see passers-by and those controlled behind Usu.

I looked with my right eye, but I could only see passers-by and Wusu.

I understand that we have been transformed into ghosts by Wusu, or a kind of spiritual body defined by ghosts.

I wanted to shout for help, but I couldn't control my body.

I began to recall before I recall more...

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My name is Lu Qiao, and I have been different from ordinary people since I was a child.

Congenital cataracts are rare in children, and even fewer people like me, just a white spot in the middle of my left eye.

When I was a child, when I couldn’t speak, my parents discovered this problem with my eyes.

They took me to see many doctors, but because I am still young, the doctors do not recommend surgery.

A sentence: "Let's talk about it when you're old." Almost accompanied my childhood.

I don't know what this big thing means?

Should I talk about it when I grow up or when cataracts grow up?

Moreover, the surgery fee was not something my parents could afford at that time, because the artificial lens used for surgery was expensive.

If the surgery is not counted, the crystals are divided into different levels. If the surgery is at my age, I must use it well.

If you don’t say it’s OK, I can use the cheapest one, and it costs tens of thousands of dollars.

It’s not easy to make money and parents can’t do anything about it, but Murakami’s old superstition always says that I have yin and yang eyes.

He also told other children not to play with me, and those children always called me with "yin and yang eyes".

Some adults were curious about asking me what the difference was about what I saw with my left eye. My answer was always a little whiter than the right one. What is the difference between the details? Actually, I don’t know.

Perhaps it was because it was like this when I was born, and I didn’t think there was anything wrong with me. I wouldn’t think there was any difference between my left and right eyes, after all, it wasn’t that I couldn’t see it anymore.

At first I didn’t believe in yin and yang until the year my grandmother passed away.

That year, I was seven years old and my grandma was sent to a small clinic in the town.

I was in elementary school and found that my grandma's house had been there for a few days.

When I went home, I asked my parents, and they said they had a very serious illness. But they always said that children should not ask too much, and told me that if someone asked and answered, it would be fine.

As for grandma's affairs, every time I mentioned my father, I would cry. I was more sensible and knew that I should try to mention it as little as possible, so I wouldn't ask more questions.

It was a few weeks later, and I always had no idea of ​​time when I was a child.

Grandma was taken home and did not go back to grandma's house. Instead, she lived in the guest room of her parents and was taken care of by her parents. Sure enough, more and more people came to ask my grandma what was wrong.

I just follow the words of my parents, and when I see and ask, I say it will not be contagious.

After my grandma came back, she was in the guest room. I wanted to go in and see, but my parents always said no.

The guest room door was also closed, and you could often hear grandma coughing.

It was the third day after my grandma came back. When I came home from school, I found that there were many people and wreaths around my doorstep.

I finally squeezed in and saw my parents crying in the hall.

There are also many flower baskets on the ground, and the door to the guest room is finally open this time.

But my parents didn't let me go into my grandma's room and just let me watch in the lobby.

My parents said that my grandma was gone, but my left eye could see my grandma sitting next to the bed in the guest room.

There seemed to be someone lying on the bed, covered by a white quilt.

I was about to say something, but I saw my grandma smiling kindly. She pressed her index finger against her lips. I kissed her the most when I was a child. I knew my grandma was asking me not to say anything, so I nodded and rotted things in my stomach.

In the next few days, family and friends came.

Everyone sat around the hall, and only my mother would come in with a basin of water and towels in grandma's room.

No one else is allowed to enter, and it will be even more difficult for a child like me to enter.

I always wanted to go in and see my grandma, but I always felt that my grandma had something to say.

But I didn't have a chance until early in the morning a few days later.

I was woken up very early.

It was much more morning than when I went to school, and my parents and the team of beating drums and drums went up the mountain.

At that time, there was a portrait of my grandmother's big head, and my father asked me to hold it in front.

Several middle-aged men behind me were carrying a coffin, and I knew my grandma was sitting on it.

But my parents didn't let me look back, and I took a few glances in the gap.

The left eye could see grandma sitting happily on the coffin, of course, if she covered her left eye, she would be unable to see it.

Grandma was carried by these people at that time, constantly watching relatives and friends coming and going.

I was muttering something, but it was too far away and I couldn't hear anything.

I watched everyone carry grandma's coffin to the mountain and buried it halfway up the mountain. Grandma stood in front of the grave and looked at everyone. She still looked at me booed, but still refused to let me speak.

My parents started burning paper to worship, and pressed me to make me kowtow three times.

He also said that my grandparents were buried here at this moment, and they also made me remember to say something. For example, asking grandma for more than one hundred percent, I didn’t want to kneel down and kowtow.

Grandma seemed to want to come up to protect my forehead, but her hand just touched my forehead and passed it over.

After the three rings ended, I looked up at my grandma.

Grandma's mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear anything.

I understand something, I really have Yin and Yang eyes.

I can only see my left eye, and I am not a yin and yang ear, so I can't hear what my grandma said.

Then I saw my grandmother holding the paper money burned into thick smoke with her hands. Every time she grabbed a handful of cigarettes, it would turn it into paper money in her hands again.

Finally, my grandma grabbed a handful of them, put them in her pocket and waved her hand to me and then she dispersed.

Turns into thick smoke, and wisps of them drift away.

Later, I went to the back mountain after school without any trouble, but my grandma never showed up.

I could see many elderly people sitting in front of the graves, as if waiting for something.

After that, I also realized that I am really yin and yang.
Chapter completed!