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1466 The late girl(1/2)

The tomb ghost took a last look at the end of the road extending from the foot of the mountain.

There is no one.

It turned around and floated back to the mountain.

......

"Apiao, Apiao..."

The girl ran all the way to her mother's cemetery.

Carefully cover his shoulder bag with one hand.

To avoid running too violently to get to the things inside.

......

“Hosh~hhh~”

The girl bent down and gasped.

Then she raised her eyes, "Ah...piao?"

The smile on her face that had not yet been fully displayed stopped, and then gradually disappeared.

"Apiao?"

The girl turned around and looked around, "Apiao?"

The girl staggered a little.

The girl didn't care.

What she cared about was...Why is Apie not here?

Where has Apiao gone?

The girl is briskly searching nearby.

He kept shouting, "Apiao, Apiao..."

...

The girl's tomb ghost naturally heard it.

However, the tomb ghost listened to the girl's cry, but did not mean to appear in front of the girl.

At least not yet.

It was a little angry.

Although they knew they did not agree on the next time they met.

It is her freedom when a girl comes.

However, thinking of myself who was so expectant and eager to do so, thinking of myself who had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a night...

The tomb ghost had no way to appear in front of the girl as if nothing had happened.

......

It's so stingy.

The tomb ghost is a little angry.

I don't feel embarrassed to be petty with a child at all.

...

Um?

Why is there no sound?

The tomb ghost moved his ears strangely, trying to capture the familiar sound.

Maybe it was far away and it didn't hear it?

The tomb ghost couldn't help but get closer to the direction where he heard the sound before.

Still didn't hear it.

The tomb ghost, who was increasingly confused, carefully poked his head out from the branches of the trees.

Then, it saw the girl with her head hanging down.

The girl lowered her head, making it difficult to see her expression.

But the girl's low and dull aura was obvious.

"Pu ~"

Something fell to the ground.

The tomb's face froze.

It... seems to make the girl cry again?

When his emotions fluctuated, when he was not paying attention, his body moved a little louder, "rustling~" and the branches and leaves collided, making a crisp sound.

Its whole body was stiff.

The air is very quiet.

The tomb ghost slowly raised his eyes and met the girl's black and misty eyes.

It was wide open.

It can clearly see its own shadow.

Tomb Ghost:...

It's a little helpless.

...

"Apiao?!"

The girl screamed, with tears in the corners of her eyes, but a surprised and joyful smile appeared on her face.

"Apiao, Apiao..."

The girl quickly ran to the tomb ghost.

"I thought you were gone."

The girl rubbed her eyes and smiled brightly, "That's great."

The tomb ghost floated to the tombstone a little uncomfortable.

Looking at the girl who looked up at it below, this distance made it feel a little relaxed.

...

"Apiao."

The girl lowered her head and took something out of her shoulder bag in a hurry.

She closed her hands and raised her head, then spread her hands, "Look, little flower basket."

"Send it to you."

"I've done it a few days ago."

The girl's bright eyebrows and eyes showed a little haze, and her voice became low, "But my brother took it away."

"I said this is a gift to Apiao."

"But dad, grandparents, grandparents... they all say, how can outsiders be more important than their younger brothers?"

"My brother likes it, of course it's for me."

"They asked me to change a gift, or make another one."

"I am angry."

"That was obviously the gift I made to Apiao."

"My brother likes it, I can make one for him later."

"But they disagree."

The girl bit her lip, "I took the little flower basket from my brother's hand."

"Brother is crying."

"They were all angry and said I was ignorant."

"Grandma took the small flower basket from me."

"I'm in pain."

“The hands are red,”

"I cried, too."
To be continued...
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