Reached out and stroked his stomach gently. I asked: "Did you think of anything?"
"I thought of it!" Ling Qing looked at me thoughtfully and nodded cautiously.
The light in my eyes trembled, as if I saw a glimmer of light in the darkness. "Varied-"
I just wanted to ask Ling Qing what he thought of, but Ling Qing shook his head again and sighed, "But..."
"But what?" I was so anxious that I was yelling at Ling Qing's words.
"Have you ever thought... Maybe it's because the kid in your stomach is too ghostly, which affects your mind, so that this kind of thing can happen?" Ling Qing saw that I was anxious and stopped selling it.
"What do you mean?" I curled my eyebrows, a little puzzled.
Ling Qing stood up from Shi Deng and took the dagger in his hand into his pocket.
He looked down at me with a puzzled face. "That is to say... Your spirit is affected by the ghost of the child in your stomach, and the memory of your past and present lives is chaotic. This also affects your actions, forcing you to do the same behavior as the previous life!"
"But..." I think Ling Qing's words seem to make sense, but there seems to be something wrong.
"But... it shouldn't be!" Ling Qing half-squinted at me, a pair of dark eyes rolled around my stomach a few times.
My scalp tightened, and immediately asked: "What shouldn't it?"
Ling Qing was still holding his beard, looking up at me and asking, "Did you really not feel it at all?"
"What do you feel?" I don't understand, still confused. For the first time, I felt that talking to Ling Qing was so exhausting.
"You are not curious... You were always attacked by the ghost of the kid in your stomach before, and you got out of control several times. Later... But inexplicably, again—" Ling Qing said only half of his words.
"Lingqing!" The two words of Leng Li suddenly came from the long corridor not far away like thunder.
Ling Qing and I were both shocked by the sound and the coldness of the tone, and looked over.
I saw Xuan Cang wearing a blue robe, with long black hair, flashing from a distance like a cold wind.
"Yu'er is just a little unsafe, don't be alarmist!" Xuan Cang walked up to me, stretched out his hand to protect me behind him, and stared at Ling Qing with cold eyes.
"Ahem..." Ling Qing was forced to cough twice due to Xuan Cang's sudden coldness, and looked to the side without speaking.
"Xuan Cang!" I frowned slightly, looking at him with some worry.
I know he just doesn't want me to worry, but the more he is like this, the more uneasy I feel.
"It's cold outside! Go back to the room and rest!" Xuan Cang turned around and held my hand, his black eyes were cold before they were gone.
Facing his gentle eyes, my heart seemed to be wrapped in a warm breeze. The words of refusal rushed to my lips, but I couldn't say anything.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Qing, who was deliberately separated by Xuan Cang. Seeing that he was pinching his beard and looking down, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he had no intention to pay attention to me anymore.
I nodded and said, "Okay!"
Ling Qing's current relationship with Xuan Cang, I naturally knew that if Xuan Cang wouldn't let him say, Ling Qing wouldn't say anything if I continue to stay here. It's better to go back to the room early and take a good rest as Xuan Cang said!
What happened that night was like an episode in life. Although I wanted to figure it out, under Xuan Cang's intentional or unintentional avoidance, I finally didn't understand anything.
Although Xuan Cang said that this happened only because I was exhausted and didn't get a good rest. Although I didn't say it, I still knew clearly in my heart that things were probably not as simple as what he said.
No matter what happened on the last day in Tibet, or about the Shen Tu sword and the holy monk, and even now everyone is silent about me...
Xuan Cang deliberately kept all this from me, and I could clearly feel that he didn't want me to know anything.
The tangled mood, after I dealt with everyone silently, and took special care of me'unintentionally'. I suddenly received a call from my family in my hometown.
When I saw the familiar number displayed on the phone, for a moment I thought it was my mistake! Or the other party made a wrong call!
My eyes widened, staring at the flashing mobile phone in front of me in a daze.
Sister Zhou, who happened to walk out of the house, saw that I was just staring at the phone and asked, "Why don't I answer the phone?"
"I...Oh! I'll pick it up right away!" Hearing Sister Zhou's words, I was like waking up from a big dream, and hurriedly recovered to answer the phone.
I held the phone in my hand against my cheek, and took a long breath with my mouth pursed.
"Hey!" I found my hand holding the phone trembling, and the palm of my hand was sweating because of tension.
"Hey! Is it Yao Yu? I'm mom!" A familiar but unfamiliar voice came on the other end of the phone.
I have had a deep attachment to this voice. Whether it is sad wanting to cry, or falling painful and wanting to care, I look forward to this sound, even if it is not gentle enough, it can wrap me around and care for me.
But after every hope, the result of disappointment was faced, and finally it turned into an abyss of despair.
From the earliest expectation to the last, there is no longer any delusion. The psychological pressure I was under during that time, even if I think about it now, I still feel bitter.
After many years, when I heard this voice again, I was shocked... It turned out that before I knew it, the voice that was once young also slowly became old.
"... Mom!" I wanted to shout naturally, but when the words came to my lips, my voice trembled for a long time before spitting out a dry word.
The name shouted countless times in my memory has become so unfamiliar without knowing it.
And the reason for all of this is because when I was a child, I often saw ghosts that ordinary people couldn't see. At that time, I was young and didn't know how to lie and hide. I always pestered adults and elders to ask questions, saying things that would make them feel cold.
Later, my parents couldn't bear it any more and threw me directly to my elderly grandmother. Grandma was still good to me, but unfortunately her health was not good, and I passed away before I was three years old.
Since then, my parents even thought that I was unknown, and threw me directly to my grandparents, and even ignored me.
I think everyone has a desire to be close to their parents when they are young, and I am naturally no exception!
It's a pity that my parents don't have the slightest affection for me, and I have very little memory of them since I can remember.
As for their fixed telephone number, I have silently remembered them for ten or twenty years. I have never forgotten since I was a child, and when I grow up, it becomes an unforgettable memory.