On a quiet night, a little girl walked alone on the road. There were no pedestrians on the road, only the occasional rustle of the wind blowing over the leaves. She held her arms tightly, very cold, very cold.
Her clothes were old and torn, and she wore a pair of mother's slippers on her feet.
She looked at this strange world, and the world didn't have time to notice her at all.
As she walked, she stopped in front of the window of a building. The indoor scene attracted her. The clean and tidy living room, bright lights, various fruits and snacks on the coffee table, and the piano in the corner of the house came. A burst of beautiful melody.
Seeing the happiness of others, the little girl thought of her leaving mother and her sick grandmother, and cried sadly. What's the use of crying? The little girl wiped away her tears and continued to walk forward.
The bloody moon hung high in the night sky, and the black snow petals fell and piled up on her shoulders.
"Black snowflakes." The little girl stretched out her hand, looking strangely at the snowflakes falling on the palm of her hand.
The little girl walked, when a big black bird swooped down in the night sky, she ran away in fright, and the big slippers ran away. After the bird flew away, she hurriedly looked for shoes. Those are mom's slippers, the only things mom left behind. However, I can't find it anymore.
The little girl had to walk barefoot.
The lights were on in the houses on the street, and laughter came from the windows, but the little girl just couldn't see anyone. The scent of roasted goose wafted from the food store, and the little girl was so hungry that she screamed. The little girl really wants to go home, but where is home
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the street seems to be covered with a thick layer of ash.
The little girl hadn't eaten or drink all day and couldn't walk anymore. She sat down in a corner. She rubbed her red and swollen feet with her little hands. After a while, her little hands were also frozen stiff, so cold.
The outer screen of a building facing the little girl lights up. The men in suits and leather shoes inside are chatting, the charming and graceful women are scratching their heads, and a child as old as her sings and dances with a smile on his face. NS.
She picked up a box of matches next to her, pulled out one, and wiped it on the wall. A small flame burst out. There was a crisp sound of the piano from the flames. A girl dressed like a doll was sitting in front of the piano, her hands dancing on the black and white keys, so skillful.
That girl, not herself.
She wiped another one, shh! The flame rushed out again, emitting a bright light. The wall was illuminated and became transparent. She saw a pair of parents with their children in the dining room. The child's table was full of food, but the child lost his temper and did not want to eat it. She had to eat pizza.
That child, not himself.
She wiped another one, scoff! In the bright interior, a family gathered together, grandparents, grandparents, parents, and they all looked at the child in the crib in the center.
That child is not himself.
The little girl wiped another match, and she saw a piece of candlelight rise up and turned into bright stars. A star fell, and a long flame was drawn in the sky. All the stars also followed, hanging from the sky to the ground like a rainbow.
This time it was her. She was among those stars, and all the starlight surrounded her, as if the stars arched over the moon.
The little girl polished a match again, and the fire light shone all around. This time, a woman appeared in front of the little girl, not her mother.
"Do you want to go with me?" Qingqing said, "Go to a place and meet someone. What you just saw will come true, and you will live better than them."
"Please take me away, I know, as soon as the match goes out, you will be gone!" The little girl polished the matches in her hand one by one, because she really wanted to go to such a place.
These matches emit a strong light, shining brighter than during the day.
Qingqing stretched out her hand and grabbed directly on the flame of the match, and the flame was instantly extinguished.
"This time, it's true."
Qingqing took the little girl's hand, and the two figures, one large and one small, were reflected by the warm yellow street lamp lights, drifting away on the black snow, leaving only shallow footprints, and soon they were covered by the black snow. Overwrite again.
Legend has it that only ghosts or those who are about to die will see black snowflakes.
In the morning, the snow stopped, the wind subsided, and the sun rose, shining the ground golden. People who are alive continue to start a new day of life, whether they are happy or sad, at least they are still alive.
In a pond, a small figure gradually floated out of the water. Behind her was a pink schoolbag. It was not a book, but a brick that led her to death.
"I asked you to find the Seven Bitter Souls, why did you bring me back the ghost of such a little girl?" Ye Yi stood in a field, looking at Qingqing in front of him, and holding her hand, a little cowardly. The little girl hiding behind Qingqing.
In the eyes of the little girl, Ye Yi's body exudes light, dazzling, making her fear from the heart.
"She is too weak." Ye Yi said, looking at the little girl.
Qingqing did not speak, and silently handed a newspaper to Ye Yi's.
Ye Yi glanced at Qingqing suspiciously and took the newspaper.
Recently, the dead body of a five or six-year-old girl was found in a pond on the outskirts of our city. After investigation by the police, the murderer was the girl’s father and grandfather.
According to the reporter, this little girl was born with cerebral palsy. Not long after she was born, her mother cruelly abandoned her. Since then, she has been living with her grandma in her hometown. In April of this year, grandma found out of cancer and could no longer take care of the little girl, so she handed the little girl to her father and grandfather.
However, two days ago, the little girl’s father and grandfather took advantage of the night to take her to a pond in the suburbs, put heavy bricks in her schoolbag, and pushed her into the river.
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At present, the victim's father and grandfather confessed to the case, and the police are further investigating and hearing the case.
"Sorrow of life, the most bitter thing is just that!" Ye Yi raised his hand, and the newspaper in his hand flew out, turning to ashes in the air.
"Come here." Ye Yi beckoned to the little girl.
The little girl grasped Qingqing's hand tightly, and dared not go over it timidly.
Qingqing knelt down and looked at the little girl and said, "Go, don't be afraid, he is not a bad person."
In Qingqing's heart, Ye Yi is indeed not a bad person, and of course, he is not a good person. With Qingqing's encouragement, the little girl slowly moved to Ye Yi's body.
"Heaven and earth are boundless, profound heart is rectifying the law, and the edict is Yin Shen condensing the law." Ye Yi raised his hand and drew a spell in the void, and then penetrated the little girl's body.
The ghost of this little girl is too weak. If she doesn't go to the underworld, her soul will disappear in a few days, so Ye Yi forcibly helps her absorb Zhou Tian's yin and keep her existence temporarily.
Looking at this, Qingqing finally let go of her hanging heart, and Ye Yi was still ready to keep her.
Ye Yi clasped his hands on the little girl's head, and within a few seconds, a cloud of white light was drawn out by Ye Yi.
"You will be called Camilla from now on, and follow Qingqing." Ye Yi said after thinking for a while.
The little girl nodded timidly.
"Camilla?" Qingqing was a little strange when he heard the foreign name.
"I was watching Ultraman Tiga recently, and I like this villain very much." Although there is no need to explain to Qingqing, Ye Yi explained it anyway.
She never hated Dagu for walking towards the light, but hated him for not taking herself with him when he went towards the light.