Such a loud noise will certainly attract the attention of the girls' parents.

They hurried into the room and saw a notebook that was thrown to the ground.

"Be good?" the girl's mother shouted.

"I'm here...I'm here!" The girl looked at her parents with tears in her eyes.

In the room, I could see her.

The girl's father showed fear, while the girl's mother had a look of despair and hope. Her father pulled her mother out.

"Be good inside!"

"How could our daughter..."

I didn't hear the conversation between the two of them. Not long after, the sound of opening and closing the door came. The two seemed to have gone out.

The girl squatted on the ground dejectedly, "Why...why..."

No one can answer her questions.

But I felt cold in my heart.

I don't know the answer to this question, but I have a guess.

Perhaps, this is what Qingye people say, the state of a person for a period of time after death. They exist in the world in the form of souls, and are not ghosts, and they have not been reincarnated, making it difficult to have an impact on the world. Only people like Gu Mo can discover their existence by virtue of their ability.

The girl is undoubtedly a special one. She is not dead yet and her body is still alive. She is not able to do anything, not in a complete state of chaos. She is conscious and able to act, but her actions are limited to very deadly.

She cannot communicate with living people in any form, and cannot show her existence in front of living people. But she can do something.

This should be a very special state.

I don’t know how this state is formed and whether it is an exception, but this situation is not lucky for the girl, but more desperate, right? She is obviously by her relatives, but she cannot convey her ideas to them. She can do many things, but she has more things, and she can’t do anything she really wants to do.

I have already felt the girl's emotional change. She is sliding down to deeper despair.

Time flowed quietly, and after dark, the girl's parents did not come back.

The girl's expression had become dull. She just sat in the room without moving.

It was not until the new day that it was dawn again, and some movement came from the door.

Someone opened the door and came in, and the footsteps were very messy.

The girl didn't move at all. But the door was opened soon.

Not only the girl's parents came in, but also a man wearing a monk's robe or Taoist robe.

I can't tell who the clothes belong to, but looking at the middle-aged man's bald head, it's not easy to see.

"Master, is it my daughter? Is it my daughter?" the girl's mother shouted.

The girl raised her face and there was a look of expectation on her face.

As a bystander, I clearly saw that this person's gaze was moving, and I had never seen the girl once.

"Ha!" The man roared, lifted up the hem of his clothes, took out a handful of things from his pocket, and scattered them into the room, "You evil ghost, why don't you retreat soon!"

The girl's body did not touch those things, but the expression of Honey had disappeared.

"Isn't it my daughter?" The girl's mother didn't give up.

The man said dissatisfiedly, "Don't disturb my approach!" He waved his hand and asked the couple to retreat, and set off their posture. He waved his palms several times, muttering in his mouth, unable to hear what they were saying, but his tone was a bit like Wu Ling's performance when he chanted the mantra.

When the girl saw this scene, she couldn't bear it anymore, gritted her teeth and rushed out of the room. She passed through the man and her parents.

Looking back at the farce, her body trembled, slowly straightened her back, walked through the door, and walked outside the house.

After walking out, the girl lowered her head and tears fell.

She went downstairs step by step and took a long time to walk out of the residential building and continue walking out.

After walking like this for a while, she passed through a wall. Her steps stopped and looked at the display board hanging on the wall. It was the primary school achievement exhibition, with text introductions and photos taken during activities by the school teachers and students.

The girl looked at the words and pictures carefully, walked past two or three display boards, stopped, and looked at the middle-aged woman surrounded by a group of children in the photo.

I saw her memory. It was her teacher in elementary school who taught music, because she had been in elementary school and every music teacher liked her very much.

She continued to walk forward and arrived at the school gate.

The school’s automatic door was closed, and the path next to the guard room was not blocked, but there was someone in the guard room.

When the girl walked in, of course no one noticed it.

She went to see the publicity column in the lobby on the first floor of the teaching building and went up to the top floor.

That was the floor where her class was when she graduated. She was from Class 3. Now, this floor is still a fifth-grade classroom, and the sign of Class 3 is in the middle of the corridor. The teacher's door is closed, but it cannot hinder her pace. The desks in the class have been replaced with new ones, and the student works hanging on the wall are no longer familiar to her.

She sat down in the middle seat of the last row. She remembered that this was her original seat.

The classroom is extremely cold.

She left the classroom and went to the teacher's office. She accidentally saw a Chinese book left on the desktop. She remembered that this office was in the math group, and all the teachers who taught mathematics were in this office.

She looked up and saw the graduation photo in the cabinet next to her.

Graduation photo of Class 1, 2018.

The principal sitting in the middle of the photo has not changed, and the director is not the same as before. Oh, it is Teacher Wang, who taught her English at the beginning. This is the graduation photo of her class...

The girl was thinking about these trivial things, but her consciousness was extremely strong, and it was all conveyed to my mind.

She looked at the things in other cabinets and saw a mug in the office of the Chinese teaching group with several smiling faces printed on it. She was stunned in front of the cup.

That was a gift from their class to the teacher on Teacher's Day in the fourth grade. Those cartoon smiling faces were drawn by the literary and artistic committee members of their class. Several cups were printed with class fees, and each teacher gave one.

She looked at the cup for a long time before going to other rooms.

The school playground has been renovated, but she is not familiar with it. The famous sayings and aphorisms hanging outside the activity room have not changed. Going further forward, it is the music classroom.

She lifted the velvet cloth on the piano, opened the piano cover, and tapped the buttons on it with her fingers.

In an instant, she remembered the music class in elementary school. She was called by the music teacher to play the piano accompaniment, and the teacher brought other classmates to sing together. At the school anniversary of the graduation year, she even performed on stage.

The girl sat down, her hands flew skillfully on the piano, and beautiful music flowed out.

She should be playing a world-famous song. I heard it familiar, but I couldn't name it.

After cycling the melody several times, she stopped.

She couldn't recite all the music scores, so she still remembered this passage.

The girl started to daze again.

It took her a while before she packed up the things she had moved and walked out of school.

This time, her direction was more purposeful.
Chapter completed!