"Aunt Li, why do you say that? I really am a teacher at Hua Xia University. I can show you my work ID." Luo Ling took out a card from her bag with her name, school and department written on it.
Mother He took a look and handed it back to her, then took out a cell phone and said, "Teacher Luo, there are too many certificates like this now, and I can't tell whether they are real or fake. But you are definitely not here to express condolences on behalf of the school, right? We, the families of the missing, have a group. Teacher Ma from your Hua Xia University Labor Union is also in the group. In the past, she would contact us if there was anything. But I just asked her, and she said that the school did not arrange for anyone to send gifts to visit, and the other people in the group did not encounter anyone coming to their door."
"You are not reporters, are you here to dig up some news after two years?" He's father shouted, "From the very beginning, some unscrupulous reporters wanted to make a fuss about people like my daughter who disappeared. They wanted to uncover the hidden secrets and find the truth of the matter, but what they came up with later was all nonsense and lies! My daughter is gone, no matter what happened, it was not for people to use to attract attention!"
Luo Ling and Xiao Chen felt very embarrassed. But she immediately said, "Uncle He, Aunt Li, we are definitely not reporters, and we are not here to publish any articles. Please believe me, the purpose of my coming here is just... to investigate the background of a research project."
"Research? It's been two years, and so many people in white coats have been researching in that pit for a long time, but they haven't even given us a conclusion. No one is found alive, and no one is found dead. What else do you want to research? We have done the background check you mentioned more than once. It's easy for you to ask a question like this, just say hello and leave. But do you know how many days Xiaoxi's mother will be sad every time she talks about these things?" asked He's father.
"Yes. Although we don't know the truth, it is a natural disaster that befell our Xiaoxi. What's the point of you coming to our house and asking questions?" Mother He said with red eyes, "Although I don't understand these things, I don't believe the reason you gave."
Luo Ling stepped forward and took Mother He's hand and said, "Aunt Li, I understand your feelings, but we have our reasons for asking these questions. Please rest assured that everything you say here will be kept confidential. As for the content of our research, I don't want to lie to you. But I really can't tell you."
He's mother suddenly grabbed Luo Ling's hand and said, "Teacher Luo, Teacher Luo, have you made any new discoveries? Have you found any clues? It's been two years. I haven't had a good sleep in these two years. I often miss Xiaoxi so much that I can't fall asleep in the middle of the night. When I fall asleep, I will wake up crying because I dream about her. What happened to her? No one can give me an answer. I beg you, can you tell me what happened to her. I don't dare to expect her to come back to me, but as long as I know what happened to her and whether she is dead or alive now, it will be enough. Teacher Luo, you will be a mother in the future, and you will understand my concern for my daughter, right?"
"Aunt Li, of course I understand you. But there are some things I really can't tell you..." Luo Ling said.
"Oh, this..." Normally, He's mother probably doesn't ask for help from others, but she didn't know how to say the rest of the words.
At this time, He's father, who had always seemed very tough, suddenly stepped forward and knelt on the ground: "Teacher Luo, I didn't say anything nice before, please don't mind, but if you really know something, please tell us. I... I kneel down for you."
"Hey, Uncle He, let's talk it over nicely, don't be like this." Xiao Chen hurriedly stepped forward and helped up the kneeling Father He.
He's father struggled for a few times, but Xiao Chen was much stronger than him, so he pulled him up from the ground. He said, "We are also this age, and we have seen a lot of people and things. I can still tell whether you really know something or it is fake. I know you must have difficulties, but look at the photos on the wall, and then look at the two of us now. This is really not a life for human beings. If we have to say something unpleasant, it is really sad if the child has a car accident on the road, or dies of an illness, but we will not let it go. But this matter is really too inexplicable. A good person just disappeared like this. How can we get over this hurdle without knowing the truth?"
Seeing that Father He was talking in a hurry, Xiao Chen started coughing and said hurriedly, "Uncle He, please sit down and take a breath."
He's father sat on the sofa and looked up at Xiao Chen: "We are not forcing you to make mistakes, we are just begging you. I swear to heaven, if you say anything, we will never tell anyone."
Xiao Chen stared at the man in a daze, and somehow he thought of his parents. His parents in another world were also eager to know where he was going. If they had a chance to meet someone who might know the truth, would they kneel down and beg them
Xiao Chen couldn't help but say, "Uncle He, Aunt Li, there are some things we hide that are beyond the general understanding of the public. Even if we tell others the truth, others may not believe it and think we are crazy instead."
He's mother said, "You are really worrying too much. You said that this incident happened two years ago. Such a big school and so many people disappeared. Is there anything more incredible than this? After seeing this scene, what else can we not believe? No matter how bizarre the incident you want to talk about is, please tell us."
Xiao Chen looked back at Luo Ling. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he said to He's father and mother, "Please give me a pencil and a piece of paper."
He's father and mother didn't understand why, but they quickly brought what Xiao Chen wanted.
Xiao Chen spread the white paper on the coffee table, picked up a pencil and started drawing.
He already had some basic skills in painting, and ever since he started creating things in the meditation world, his ability in this area has become stronger and stronger. Even though he cannot be called an artist now, he definitely has no problem painting something in a realistic style.
The pencil rustled in his hands. He's father and mother watched him sketch a bust of a person on the paper. Then the facial features of the person gradually emerged. The image was different from He Xiaoxi in all the photos of the room. She looked much more mature, but He's father and mother recognized her as soon as her eyes appeared.
"Xiaoxi!" He's mother looked at her daughter's face becoming clearer and clearer, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and call out softly. (To be continued)