I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then I remembered that he was the security guard of that community, and he ate, drank and lived in the community. The community provided their security guards with special accommodation and rarely came outside.

Ordinary small shops and the like were fine. He didn't know where there was a shop like a paper seller, so it wasn't strange.

Thinking about it secretly, I really don’t know where there is a paper shop with a paper seller. “Oh, forget it, I’ll buy it for you. Just wait for my news, I will send it to you directly.

It happened in the past." I had no choice but to reply to Lan Yuzhuo like this.

Lan Yuzhuo replied in surprise: "That's really troublesome, Mr. Duanmu. Thank you so much." Hearing his happy tone, I unconsciously raised the corners of my mouth.

It seems that he attaches great importance to the two ghost siblings. He can keep their affairs firmly in mind. It is no regret that the two ghost siblings can make such friends in this world.

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After hanging up the phone, I continued walking towards the station. Because I was walking alone, I couldn't help but start thinking about everything.

Somehow, I thought of why the ghost siblings are still nostalgic in the human world. It stands to reason that after death, black and white will come to seduce the soul.

But why are the two of them still in the human world? Do they have any unfulfilled wishes? As I thought about it, the ghost sister and brother that Li Mo described to me that day suddenly flashed through my mind.

Recalling Li Mo's statement, one can easily imagine that the deaths of these ghost siblings were definitely not natural deaths, but were definitely killed by someone.

Could it be that they haven't killed their enemies yet? So their resentment is not extinguished and they are left in the world of the sun? I smashed their mouths, but the two siblings didn't look like they were very resentful.

Well, Xiaowen's resentment seems to be quite serious. But that seems to be only for Li Mo. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xiaowen has a good impression of Lan Yuzhuo.

Lan Yuzhuo, on the other hand, is somewhat attracted to Li Mo, my wife.

"That brat, I really don't want to help him." The things in my mind became more and more confusing, forcing me to nervously scratch my hair to relieve some stress.

The moon hangs high in the sky, and the cold wind blows slowly at night, making people shake their bodies a few times.

It's obviously the summer season, but why is it still so cold at night?

When I got home, my parents had just come back. But my mother was very fast and was already making dinner in the kitchen. My mother and eldest sister were sitting around the table, eating the duck necks they bought.

Strangely, the bell did not participate in the excitement on the first floor. I hugged the textbook in my arms and walked up to the second floor.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, the whole room was dark. Only at the computer desk, Ling Dang's face was illuminated by the computer screen, which was very clear.

The computer screen showed the same console pages as last time. As I got closer, I could clearly see that the people in the screen were all leisurely drinking coffee.

Ling Ding was also sitting with her legs crossed, staring at the screen, looking like a little adult. Only the top of the computer was still facing the desktop of the computer desk.

It can be seen that for the sake of safety, Lingdang did not show his true face to the people on the screen.

"If they see you like this, they won't believe it." I put my hand on Lingdang's small shoulder and said jokingly.

He tapped on the keyboard and replied: "I don't intend to let them see my true appearance, otherwise these idiots will make fun of me again."

"Heh," I chuckled, "Are you talking about something important?"

"No, I just feel bored, so I just want to talk to them. It's really boring to be alone, and there is no one to talk to at home." Lingdang did not hide her loneliness and spoke openly.

My heart tightened. Sure enough, I was really incompetent as a father.

"Daddy, do you have something to tell me?" Lingdang said. Without waiting for my reply, he said hello to those people and then went offline.

Watching Lingdang gently close the computer, I walked to the bedside and sat down: "Lingdang, you are not young anymore. All the children here like you have gone to elementary school. How about you?

Not interested? Go to school."

"Elementary school? Private school?" Lingdang was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and repeated.

"Yeah," I nodded. Although I thought it was a bit inappropriate for Lingdang to go to elementary school, there was no other way. With the way he looked now, only elementary schools would accept him.

Moreover, in elementary school, it is relatively easy to advance through a trust relationship.

"I" Lingdang actually hesitated. He raised his head to look at me, and then slowly lowered his head. He hesitated for a long time. I waited quietly for his answer, and I was very patient with Lingdang.

"Can I go to school?" Unexpectedly, Lingdang actually said this to me. When I said these words, my heart felt like being pricked by a needle.

I waved to Lingdang lovingly, and Lingdang walked over slowly. I pressed my head on his head and said, "What are you thinking about? Why can't you go to school?"

"But I don't have one here." Ling Dang seemed to have considered a lot of things and said with some uncertainty.

I interrupted him: "Stop thinking nonsense. I was too nervous in the past and never noticed this aspect. Since you want to go, I'll just send you there."

"Then I must go!" Lingdang almost shouted and said this, and one could feel his excitement at the moment. His whole body was trembling with excitement, and the hand holding my arm suddenly shook.

tight.

It seems that this kid has always had this intention, but he just didn't say it out loud.

After chatting for a while, my mother's shouting came from downstairs. "Xiaoyang Lingdang, you two come down and eat quickly!"

Lingdang and I looked at each other and ran downstairs in a hurry. Mom and the others were already seated. When they saw us coming, they both gave us a few stern looks.

Ling Ding asked me to sit down with a smile, then ran into the kitchen and ran out again holding two sets of dishes and chopsticks.

"Ling Dang is much more sensible than you." My mother frowned at me. I couldn't laugh or cry, and I didn't know how to answer the question.

It seems that all parents are the same. Whenever they see someone else's child doing well, they will bring up that child's affairs and talk about it in front of their own children.

As a child from an ordinary family, I have grown up listening to this kind of chanting, and it almost makes my ears grow numb when I hear it.
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