The tomb ghost was about to squint his eyes, but the girl had already stretched her spread palm in front of it.

On the palm of your hand... is a small flower basket.

The tomb ghost was stunned.

This is the first time it has seen such a small flower basket.

It is filled with small white, blue and pink flowers.

This is……

"Stars all over the sky."

The girl's eyes were shining at the flowers in the small flower basket, "Mom likes the stars the most."

"These stars were dried by my mother during her lifetime, and she planned to make them into dried flowers."

"But……"

But my mother left.

Seeing these flowers dried at the window, she completed the next work for her mother.

"Mom, look, I've done it for you."

The girl turned the flower basket to the direction of the tombstone, "I made this small flower basket too."

"Am I powerful?"

"I remember everything my mother taught me."

...

The woman in the photo on the tombstone smiled gently, but could not give the girl any response she wanted.

The girl pursed her lips.

She turned her head and looked at the tomb ghost, "Apiao, I made a small flower basket."

"Is it good-looking?"

There is a hint of praise in his tone.

The tomb ghost nodded.

It's pretty good looking.

Although the flower basket is small, it is almost the same as the large flower baskets it has seen, and the small ones show a bit more exquisite.

"Hehe, right?"

The girl smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Apiao, do you think my mother would like this small flower basket I made?"

"And these star-studded dried flowers, I made them the first time I made them. Do you think they are good?"

"Of course, what I did is incomparable to what my mother did..."

The tomb ghost nodded again.

It has never seen the flower basket made by the girl's mother, so it is impossible to compare.

However, in its opinion, this small flower basket on the girl's palm is already very good.

The girl's mother should like it, right?

The tomb ghost thought uncertainly.

After all, it is not the girl's mother, how does it know what the girl's mother thinks?

The tomb ghost thought the girl’s problem was really strange.

...

"Is that true? Do you think so?"

The girl smiled, "I think my mother will like it, too."

The tomb ghost nodded.

Anyway, it really likes it.

It suddenly looked stunned.

It found that when facing girls, it always seems to nod?

...

"Apiao, do you like this small flower basket too?"

The girl tilted her head and looked at the tomb ghost who was stunned for some reason.

The tomb ghost nodded subconsciously.

When it came to its senses, it was stunned again.

It also really always nodded to this girl.

Although it's not a big deal...

...

"Then Apiao, I will give you one next time I come."

The girl's words made the tomb ghost forget his previous entanglement and looked at the girl in surprise.

Give it one too?

Girl...want to give it a small flower basket?

Although it was not the first time it met a human who could see it, the girl was the first human who said she wanted to give it a gift.

It's slightly at a loss.

Really, is it true?

"Um."

The girl nodded heavily, and a small dimples appeared on the right side of her cheek, "Apiao, I'll make another small flower basket to give you."

"Thank you."

The girl's thanks made the tomb ghost a little confused.

OK, what would the girl say thank you?

Does it do anything for girls?

No.

A few confusion appeared on the face of the tomb ghost.

......

The girl smiled with her lips pursed.

No explanation.

She felt a little embarrassed.

But, she really thanked Apiao.

The first time I came here was just a moment of indignation.

In fact, she was a little scared halfway through the way.

There are no people around.

She could hear her heartbeat as she was quiet.

The feeling of being forgotten and abandoned becomes stronger and stronger.

For a moment, she wanted to turn around and go back.

However, the unwillingness and stubbornness in her heart kept her going.

She ran away.

Running all the way to the mountain.

Run to my mother's tombstone.

“Hosh~hhh~”

She supported her knees with her hands and gasped.

However, looking at the mother in the photo on the tombstone, all her anxiety and fear disappeared.

The mother's smile in her mind coincides with the mother's appearance in the photo.

She couldn't help but smile.

"Mother."
To be continued...