The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

At this time, the door creaked open, and what came out was not a scary ghost, but an old man with gray hair and a thin face.

The uncle looked at Little Zhou suspiciously and said, "Why are you three making so much noise in front of our house so late at night? What do you want to do?"

Xiao Liu hesitated and was so panicked that he couldn't speak.

Xiao Zhou looked past the uncle and saw a black and white photo placed on the table in the living room.

The woman in the photo is very young, about [-] years old, pretty, with a sweet smile. There are incense candles and offerings next to the photos.

A white-haired aunt was squatting under the table, burning paper money silently.

Xiao Zhou hurriedly pointed to the photo and said, "We are here to pay homage to her!"

The uncle turned his head and looked at the photo behind him, frowning slightly: "Do you know my daughter?"

The three young men nodded hurriedly.

Xiao Zhou said: "Is your daughter's name Su Wenwen? Today is the Hungry Ghost Festival, and we came here specifically to pay homage to her."

Chicken Run also quickly said: "We won't interrupt for too long, we just want to bow a few times in front of her portrait."

Xiao Liu also nodded in agreement.

When it came to his late daughter, the uncle immediately relaxed his guard and said with a smile: "I see, you are really serious. Come in, come in!"

Turning around, he saw that the room was filled with smoke from burning paper money. The uncle said to the aunt, "Okay, okay, you've been burning it all night! It's enough for our daughter to spend down here!"

"There are still a few left and they will be burned! I will burn more money. Our daughter will be rich and won't be poor down there."

Auntie threw the last few pieces of paper money into the brazier and prepared to stand up. But she squatted for too long, and when she stood up suddenly, her legs went numb.

Fortunately, Xiao Liu had sharp eyes and hurriedly went over to help her.

The aunt looked at them and smiled kindly: "Are you Wenwen's students? I remember that the students she brought were in the second grade of junior high school. Ten years have passed and you have all grown up."

As she spoke, her expression gradually became sad, "It's a pity that she left too early and didn't get to see you grow up!"

On the table, Su Wenwen's photo stood quietly, still smiling as before.

But when Xiao Zhou and the three of them looked at the photo, they felt their scalps tingle. They didn't know if she was attached to the photo and staring at them sinisterly, or if she was enjoying the sacrifice.

In short, no matter what it is, when I think that the female ghost is also in the house, I feel bad.

The three of them winked at each other, then walked to the portrait together, bowed three times respectfully, and said silently: "I'm sorry!"

After bowing and apologizing, the three people were eager to escape from here.

Father Su came over with tea and said, "What are you standing for? Sit down!"

Mother Su brought a large photo album: "Wenwen also took a group photo with the students, let's take a look together!"

Faced with the enthusiasm of the old couple, the three young men could only sit down uneasily.

Mother Su turned to the first page, and a large group photo came into view.

The background of the photo is a green grassy football field. Dozens of students surround the beautiful Su Wenwen in the middle. The faces of teachers and students are filled with laughter.

Father Su asked: "Look quickly, who is you!"

Xiao Zhou and the three of them were a little embarrassed, but they had already pretended to admit it, and now they could only pretend to the end.

Fortunately, the people in the group photo are all small, so I can't see the specific facial features clearly, so I could just find someone with a similar fake name and it would fool them.

The Su family's parents didn't know whether they had suppressed it for too long, or whether they were so happy to suddenly see their daughter's "students" that they actually told them endlessly about their daughter's life.

The three people who were still afraid at first slowly pieced together the image of a gentle, kind, enthusiastic and cheerful girl. No longer a spooky, scary ghost.

As the photo album continued to flip, they saw the baby Su Wenwen crying in her mother's arms.

I also saw Su Wenwen's proud look when he was in elementary school holding up a perfect score paper.

I also saw her graduation photo while wearing a bachelor's uniform and holding flowers.

And in the end...she was critically ill and had an oxygen tube inserted, but she still smiled at the camera with a strong look...

Su Wenwen is the only daughter in the family and grew up with the love and careful cultivation of her parents.

She is also very ambitious. She has excelled in studies since childhood. After graduating from a key normal university, with her outstanding ability, she was admitted to a local key public junior high school at a young age and became a teacher.

Su Wenwen is very popular among students because he always speaks gently and is very patient even with poor students.

Unfortunately, a disease took away her young life.

The students lost a good teacher, and the parents lost their only daughter, who grew old overnight.

When Su's mother told about her daughter, she was still smiling and loving at first, but by the end she was crying.

She cried and said: "It would be great if she was still alive..."

If she were still alive, she would be married and have children by now. The parents of the Su family can also help take care of their grandchildren and enjoy family happiness like their old neighbors. Instead of looking at the photos and missing my daughter in an empty room.

They say time can change everything, but no matter what, it can't heal the pain of losing a daughter.

For three meals a day, Su’s mother never forgets to add a bowl of rice for her daughter, and Su’s father will also add her favorite vegetables to her bowl.

Even though they knew she would never be able to eat it again, they still kept this habit for ten years.

On all related days such as her birthday, death ceremony, Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, etc., the old couple will prepare various tools for sacrifice in advance.

Today is the Ghost Festival, and almost all the elders will remind the younger ones to come back early in the evening and not to stay outside for fear of encountering unclean things.

But Father Su and Mother Su had been looking forward to it for a long time, hoping that their daughter would return home on the day when the door to hell would open. Eat another bowl of rice cooked by mom, and listen to dad’s nagging again...

Everyone in the world is afraid of ghosts, but you don’t know that the ghosts you are afraid of are also the relatives that others think about day and night.

……

Lao Zhang had been watching Sang Feiwan's live broadcast all night. When he saw that she finally went off the air, he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Zhang Xiaoyu who was lying on the bed:

"Son, if you keep persisting, Miss Sang will come to rescue you soon."

Zhang Xiaoyu was already in a deep sleep, just like normal.

At this time, Lao Zhang fell asleep and drank a cup of strong tea to wake himself up, not daring to slack off at all.

Sang Feiwan said that the person who paid for his son's life would not give up and would definitely come back tonight.

He was full of worries, fearing that something might happen to his son.

At one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Lao Zhang quickly asked: "Son, why did you wake up?"

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer, just stared blankly.

Lao Zhang's heartbeat was pounding and he quickly sent a private message to Sang Feiwan to ask if she was here.

Who would have thought that only halfway through typing, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly sat up from the bed and walked out of bed barefoot...

"Xiaoyu, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Xiaoyu turned a deaf ear and walked straight to the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife and wiped it on his neck...