The moment the door was pushed open, countless dust fell down, flying wildly in the sunshine.
The room was covered with dust, mice, cockroaches, and spiders.
This place has become a gathering place for many small creatures, but everything in the room is still neat.
Ning Huanxin's eyes glanced at everything in the room. Finally, her eyes settled on the innermost corner of the room. In that corner, there was a small wooden horse.
The little wooden horse is not big. It is the kind of toy for children of a few years old. They can ride it and rock it back and forth.
Now, the little wooden horse is shaking gently.
And on top of the little wooden horse, there was a little boy who looked to be only five or six years old, with a very pale face.
He is not a human, but a ghost.
As if he felt Ning Huanxin's gaze, the little boy looked at Ning Huanxin with an expressionless expression, and then kept shaking the wooden horse under him, which was his most beloved toy.
"Hello."
At this time, Ning Huanxin walked gently to the little boy, waved to him, and said hello with a smile.
The sound of the rocking horse in the room disappeared instantly.
The little boy raised his overly dark eyes and looked at Ning Huanxin blankly.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
Maybe it's because he hasn't spoken for a long time.
Here, no one can see him, no one can chat with him, and he can't find anyone to talk to.
He couldn't get out of this room, couldn't find his parents, and could only wander here alone. The only thing accompanying him was the little wooden horse.
That was his only companion.
"Don't you know what to say? Don't be impatient. Think slowly. Your little wooden horse is very beautiful and looks very funny."
Ning Huanxin smiled at the boy and praised him.
Perhaps it was because of her beautiful smile that the boy's eyes twinkled.
Finally, he moved his lips and called out softly: "Sister...sister."
"Um."
Ning Huanxin responded and still looked at the boy with a smile: "My name is Ning Huanxin. You can call me Sister Ning or Sister Huanxin. What is your name?"
Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, the little boy blinked, opened his mouth, and still said with some effort: "Pi...pidan."
His name is preserved egg
It should be her nickname!
Ning Huanxin looked at the little boy in front of her, who looked about five or six years old. Children of this age should still be in kindergarten, so it was not surprising that he was always called by his nickname.
"So your name is Preserved Egg! Why are you at home alone?"
At this time, Ning Huanxin took out a piece of tissue paper and wiped the dust on the chair next to her, then gently sat on it, looking at the preserved egg with a gentle look on her face.
When Pi Dan heard Ning Huanxin's words, he lowered his eyes and seemed to be very sad.
"Dad, dad and mom..."
Slowly, his speaking speed gradually became fluent.
"Mom and dad are gone."
Pi Dan raised his head and looked at Ning Huanxin: "I, I can't get out, others... others can't see me either."
No one could see him. He cried and yelled, but no one paid attention.
Slowly, he stopped talking.
"elder sister."
Pi Dan suddenly looked at Ning Huanxin nervously: "Did I do something wrong?"
Because he did something wrong, his parents didn't want him, so everyone in the village ignored him.