Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 482: Strange mother

Chapter 482 Strange Mother

The corridors are magnificent and empty at the same time.

The two surveillance cameras in the corner of the roof moved slowly following the pace of the two, taking pictures of them.

The walls on both sides of were covered with dark golden wall stickers. Xiaolan turned her face and saw the twisted face reflected by the wall stickers.

"Here!" Ling opened the door lock and affixed the door card.

Xiaolan raised his head and glanced at the number plate on the door, "405, I think there are only four households here."

Ling turned her head and smiled playfully, "Isn't 404 unlucky."

It’s strange that children know.

The anti-theft door opened silently, Ling let Xiaolan into the house first, the breeze passed, and with a bang, the door closed, blocking the world inside and outside the house.

"Your house is so big," Xiaolan changed her shoes, followed Ling into the living room, "but..."

Ling smiled a little lonely, "but it's very empty, right, because my mother is basically not at home, I am the only one at ordinary times, and I have to go to school during the day."

In the spacious living room, there are only a few simple pieces of furniture, and Xiaolan sits on the sofa under Ling's guidance.

"Then you today..."

"I have asked for leave," Ling sat next to Xiaolan, her knees curled into a ball, "but my mother still doesn't know, I can't let her know."

Xiaolan sits upright, looking directly into Ling’s eyes, “Did you tell your mother what happened last night?”

Ling avoided Xiaolan's eyes and shook her head, "Mom just thinks I'm joking."

"Ling, tell me the truth," Xiaolan lowered her voice, "did something happen before?"

Think about it now, last night, why did Ling start to have fear before it happened? And in the face of strange things, her reaction is different from that of normal children.

"Nightmare..." Ling buried her head in her arms and said vaguely.

"what?"

"Nightmare," Ling raised her volume, her bright black eyes trembled, "I have always had nightmares these days, and always dreamed that something happened to my mother..."

"What happened?" Xiaolan said patiently.

Ling shrank again, her eyes filled with fear, she shook her head, "I don't know...I don't know..."

"Ling," Xiaolan held Ling's hand, "Ling, calm down, I'm listening, I believe you, tell me, what did you dream of?"

"I dreamed... Mom is gone," big tears welled up in Ling's eyes. "Mom died and will never come back again. Mom... In my dream, it seems to be real, but the next day In the morning, my mother would still be in the kitchen and make breakfast for me. She told me that everything in my dreams was fake, but...but..."

"Then why are you crying?" Xiaolan took Ling's shoulders, "Mum is right. Dreams are fake. When you woke up, my mother was still there."

"But that thing last night was not a dream! It really wasn't a dream!" Ling cried out, "Mom must have something wrong! Mom must be hiding something from me!"

Xiaolan quickly slapped Ling's back to comfort her, "Okay, okay, don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’ll figure it out for you, don’t you trust Sister Tianshen? When mom gets off work, I’ll help you talk to mom. Okay? Good, don't cry..."

Ling choked in Xiaolan's arms for a while, and finally stopped her tears. She sniffed a little embarrassedly. While asking Xiaolan what she would like to drink, she lowered her head and walked towards the refrigerator.

"Ah, there is nothing to eat in the refrigerator." Ling scratched her head shyly.

The refrigerator was empty except for a thick layer of hoarfrost.

"It’s okay, it’s okay, I don’t eat." Xiaolan picked up the alarm clock placed on the refrigerator and found that the pointer was not gone. After shaking it a few times, he put it back in place, "What time is your mother going to get off work?"

"It's usually 10:32 in the evening." Ling rubbed her eyes and replied.

"It's so late," Xiao Lan was startled, "and it's so precise, does Ling wait for her mother to go home and fall asleep every night."

Ling lowered her head and giggled a few times, and the atmosphere was finally not as heavy as before.

The two sat on the sofa chatting, slowly climbing up to the corner of the window in the dark, and Ling bounced on to turn on the lamp in the living room, looked out of the window, and stretched out her hand to carefully close the curtain.

"Mom will be back soon!" After Ling had done these things, she sat back on the sofa excitedly.

"Really," Xiaolan adjusted her sitting posture more dignified, "What time is it?"

Ling turned her head and pointed to the refrigerator, "There are still ten minutes."

Xiaolan looked at the broken alarm clock, feeling a little inexplicable, but didn't care too much. After a few minutes, she stood up with Ling and ran to the door to prepare to meet Ling's mother.

Xiaolan exchanged glances with Ling, Ling's cute and cute appearance, she couldn't tell that she had just cried a few hours ago.

A few minutes later, there was a dripping sound outside the door, and the hand was gently twisted. The door opened. A slender and slender woman appeared outside the door. With gentle brows, she stared at her daughter and smiled a few times, then turned and closed the door.

The woman is wearing a self-cultivation camel-colored windbreaker, a simple and generous dress, with pupils that are as black and bright as Ling.

"Mom!" Ling took the purse from the woman's hand, and hung it on the shelf on her toes.

The woman squinted her eyes and touched Ling's hair, "Ling'er is so good."

The woman changed her shoes and went straight into the living room.

With a bright and friendly smile, Xiaolan just said "Hello Auntie", and the woman just skipped her body and walked to the refrigerator as if she hadn't seen her.

She held up her hand embarrassingly in the air.

Uh……

Ling ran to her mother at a loss and tugged her sleeve, "Mom, I...I have a friend here to play..."

"Huh? Have friends?" The woman turned around in confusion and looked in the direction of her daughter's little hand.

Her pupils swept around, and it took a while to concentrate on Xiaolan.

Such beautiful eyes, but the look is so bad?

"Oh, I just now, this..." The woman hurriedly put her hair behind her ears, and smiled guiltily, "Sorry girl, I've been tired for a day, maybe some...some..."

"Auntie, it's okay." Although Xiaolan's face is still smiling, she has doubts in her heart, "I am Ling's friend, come and play with her."

"Okay, okay, it's so late, just live here," the woman rolled up her sleeves and walked to the kitchen counter, "Aunty will make you some food, wait a minute..."

"But in the refrigerator..."

Before Xiaolan finished speaking, Ling pulled her sleeves and pulled her away mysteriously.

"what's happenin?"

"Go to my bedroom and say," Lingbi made a silent gesture, "Don't let mom hear it."

The two came to Ling’s bedroom quietly, Xiaolan looked around, and the decorations and furnishings were exactly the same as those seen in the crystal ball.

Ling pricked up her ears and listened to the door for a while. The symphony of pots and pans played outside the door. After confirming that her mother had not followed, Ling pulled Xiaolan to the bed and sat down.

"Sister Tianshen," Ling's voice was almost inaudible, "Later...Do you want to ask your mother later?"

Xiaolan raised her chin in distress, "Ling, let me say a word, don't mind."

Ling nodded honestly.

"Do you really think...Auntie has something wrong?" Xiaolan said euphemistically.

Ling's expression stiffened a bit, "Is it your mother last night?"

Xiaolan solemnly pursed her mouth, "It's the current mother, the mother outside."

Ling's eyes floated toward the door, and then quickly floated back, "Mom... nothing is wrong."

Xiaolan sighed, thought about it, and finally laughed, "Yes, Ling, what do you want me to ask Auntie?"

"Ask her the...that ghost I saw last night," Ling only lip-shaped the last word, "and where did she go last night."

"Didn't you ask?" Xiaolan scratched his chin and asked.

Ling pursed her lips, "But mother doesn't tell me anything...If it is Sister Celestial, maybe mother will say something... Sister Celestial, didn't you say that you would help me..."

Xiaolan couldn't bear the humanoid pendant swaying his body, smiled and agreed.

"Children!" The call outside the door sounded in good time, "It's time to eat!"

As soon as the door opened, there was a smell of food. Xiaolan walked to the table in shock and stared at the delicious food on the table, and his stomach screamed cooperatively.

"Wow... Mom is amazing!" Ling pulled out a chair to Xiaolan, and sat next to her mother.

"Hurry up, kid," the woman filled Xiaolan with a bowl of soup with a smile, "while it's hot."

"Did Auntie just go out to buy the food?" Xiaolan took a bite, and it was so delicious, "Obviously the refrigerator is empty."

When the woman came back, she didn’t see any food in her hand.

The woman curled her eyebrows, took another bowl and brought it to Ling, "How do you kids know where to put the food, eat it quickly, rest after eating, and go to school tomorrow..."

The three of them ate quietly, and the woman kept adding food to Xiaolan and Ling. Xiaolan ignored Ling's winks and decided to eat first before messing up, so as not to stop eating later.

Finally, Xiaolan took a gap, gave Ling a look, secretly glanced at the woman who was eating seriously, pretending not to care, "Auntie, Ling said she had a nightmare again last night."

Ling kicked Xiaolan lightly under the table, Xiaolan shook her head, to suggest that she should calm down first.

The woman's movements stopped, her eyelashes trembled a few times, "This kid always has nightmares, little girl, don't care..."

"But I heard that, from a certain perspective, dreams are reflections of reality," Xiaolan said, chewing on a green vegetable. "Although dreams and reality are not one-to-one correspondence, many dreams are in reality. Has its own prototype in it."

Ling stared at the woman's profile, "I always dream of my mother..."

"That means Ling loves her mother," the woman put down her chopsticks and smiled, "It means...Ling is afraid of losing her mother, she is afraid of not having her, she is afraid of something wrong with her..."

"What's the matter?" Xiaolan said sharply.

The woman’s voice paused, then turned her head for a long time, and smiled gently at Xiaolan, “What can happen, this kid always thinks...”

She turned her head and looked at Ling's eyes, and then said, "Mom will always be by Ling's side, love Ling forever."

"Mom..." Ling's pupils flickered with tears.

The mother and daughter hug each other in front of Xiaolan.

Xiaolan has the consciousness of an electric light bulb. Watching this scene, she said nothing. He raised the bowl and dried up the rest of the chicken soup.

"Okay, okay, the dishes are cold," the woman rubbed Ling's hair and let her go. "It must be because my mother is too busy at work during this period, and I don’t have much time with you. After these few days, it’s all. For a few days, my mother will definitely be with Ling every day, so that Ling will no longer be alone.

Ling nodded happily.

Xiaolan took a bite of chicken.

After the meal, the woman collects vegetables and washes the dishes neatly, Xiaolan holds the spare pillow that the woman turns over, and follows Ling back to the bedroom.

"Mom said that she would stay with me forever." Ling sat on the bed, hugging the doll beside the bed with joy.

Xiaolan was staring at the orange bedside lamp. Hearing what she said, she turned her head and smiled, "Then you are not afraid of the ghost of last night?"

"That is a dream, not a ghost." Ling said with a serious face.

"Don't you insist that it is real?" Xiaolan reached out and wiped the button of the lamp.

"I just think my mother is always not by my side, worrying about her," Ling got into the bed and wrapped the quilt tightly, "I won't be afraid again until my mother can stay with me!... Sister Tianshen, come here soon. Sleep here..."

Xiaolan hugged the pillow and walked around the end of the bed, looking down at the snow-white floor, and when she came to the window, she looked up and stared at the shutter and the glass beside the shutter.

Four fuzzy fingerprints are printed on them.

"Sister Tianshen!..." Ling urged behind her.

Xiaolan climbed onto the bed, covered the quilt, rubbing her fingertips.

It's on the button of the lamp, water.

The white floor also has water stains very similar to the floor pattern.

"Did it rain yesterday?" Xiao Lan asked abruptly.

"Yes, I have been down from yesterday morning to this morning. The floor is so big, I didn't see that the ground is wet," Ling reached out to turn off the lamp, "Go to sleep, Sister Tenjin, good night!"

Snapped!

Darkness.

Ling retracted quietly into the bed. After a while, her breathing became even.

Looking at the moonlight, Xiaolan looked at Ling's sleeping face.

Peaceful, quiet, and smiling.

Have a good dream tonight.

Xiaolan raised his eyes and looked at the beige bedroom door.

Because reality may be more cruel than imagined.

The sound in the living room gradually ceased, and the sound of footsteps went away. The woman should have returned to her bedroom.

Xiaolan sat on the bed and waited quietly for a long time.

"Ling," she called, "Ling, wake up..."

Ling was asleep, without any reaction.