Weird collapse, husband-chasing crematorium

The man took his daughter into the lifeless courtyard, and a truck loaded with many furniture items was parked outside.

"Hua, from today on, we will live here. I will go outside and contact my friends to help move things down. You can clean up the courtyard first. As for the house... we can clean it together after we finish it."

"Hmm."

Five-year-old Hua lowered his head, his face calm and without any expression.

He responded to his father's plan dully, without any childlike noise or perversity.

Hua picked up the broom and swept away the mountains of debris in the courtyard bit by bit, like a puppet who had received instructions, without any idea and tirelessly carrying out his father's ideas.

She had always been like this, never making a choice.

"Alas..." After seeing his daughter's dull and gloomy expression, the man couldn't help but sigh, feeling melancholy.

Since she started school, Hua has always been a marginalized person in the class. She is not watched by her classmates and no one wants to play with her.

Because she always says nothing, likes to sit alone in a corner and is unwilling to communicate with others.

The teacher also had nothing to do with her.

He has no interest in anything, and only when he teaches martial arts, Hua will imitate and learn.

But that was just imitation. She just had nothing to do and was definitely not interested.

The phone rang, and the man answered the call. After saying "good" several times, he left the courtyard and rushed to receive his friends.

After all, the whole family has to be moved to Canghai City, so there are a lot of things. It would be a big expense to hire a master for help. In China, it is natural to save as much as possible.

As a father, I would rather suffer a little more than save money and spend it on my children.

It happened that he had a childhood friend with whom he had a close friendship and was a classmate in Canghai City, which was a blessing.

"..."

Hua turned around and saw his father was silent after leaving.

He lowered his head and held the broom tightly with his two young hands, sweeping the dead leaves on the ground aside.

The courtyard is not too big, and the dead leaves can be cleared away in a short time if I don't get lazy.

So what to do next?

Hua didn't know. She stood there blankly, her eyes never moving away from the door outside the courtyard.

Maybe his father will appear next second and tell him what to do next.

Hua looked forward to this.

However, after waiting for a long time, the closed wooden door was not pushed open. On the contrary, the sun above his head became more and more fierce, and it was so bright that Hua couldn't open his eyes.

"Squeak..."

The door in the center of the ancient house made a sharp scraping sound, and the door opened automatically.

Hua turned his head and looked at the dark scene inside the door. It was messy and full of traces of the passage of time.

She remembered her father's words to wait for them to come and tidy up the house together.

"..."

The shade under the eaves attracted Hua. Sweat dripped down her blue-grey hair, and her head felt dizzy.

"It's so hot outside."

After that, Hua walked towards the dilapidated house, thinking that there was nothing wrong with standing in the shade just to enjoy the shade.

The wooden doors with faded paint were in decay, the doors and windows were peeling off, and the light coming through was dim.The furniture in the room shows signs of weariness over time, the wood has turned black, the copper has lost its luster, and the antique utensils placed there also show signs of cracks and damage.The calligraphy and painting on the wall have become blurry and have been gradually faded by the erosion of time.

The corridor was dark and damp, and the air was filled with a smell of dust.The carpet in the living room was worn out and covered in dust and stains.The surface of the mahogany furniture has been scratched and has lost its former luster.The tea sets were far from the splendor they should have been, and were cast a dull grey.

Hua remembered that his father said that this was the place where his grandfather lived during his lifetime, and it would have been left in such a state of desolation.

But due to work reasons, his father took him to Canghai City.

Housing prices in Canghai City are very high, but fortunately there is this ancient house, a small villa with a mountain on its back. After cleaning, you can still live in it.

"This is?"

Hua found that the dusty floor had left a clean path. It was clean and new to the naked eye, and was incompatible with the old layout around it.

Looking along the path leads to the second floor.

Driven by curiosity, Hua walked on the path, wanting to see if the end was as clean as this.

Ascending to the second floor, a path leads to the master bedroom, which has become a symbol of decay and dilapidation.The glass of the window is densely cracked, and sunlight seeps in through the cracks, creating mottled light and shadow on the old floor.The bedding on the bed was stained, and the cushions were sagged.The desks and bookshelves in the study room have also been eaten by woodworms without any pretense. The covers of the books are in tatters, huge mice are scurrying out of the holes, and dust is flying.

But among the chaos and filth, there is a clean path.

At the end is a box almost as tall as Hua.

A very special box, wrapped with colorful flowers, blooming miraculously.

Lavender, pink crystal flowers, rosemary, pansies...

"It smells good." Hua sniffed. This fragrant fragrance should not appear in a house that has been unoccupied for more than ten years.

“What a strange box”

Hua walked up, pushed aside the flowers, and found a lock.

If there was no key, Hua might have stopped here, but there was a key on the lock, as if it was left deliberately, waiting for the next living person to come here to open it.

Hua hesitated for a long time, and finally took the key and turned it hard.

She didn't know why she was full of curiosity today and came here unknowingly.

Normally, Hua would have stayed on the first floor to enjoy the cool weather, waiting for his father to come back and follow him.

With a "clang" sound, the lock was opened, and the lid of the box slowly rose. Hua curiously stepped forward to see what was inside.

She guessed that there must be many ancient collections inside.

Unexpectedly, when Hua focused her eyes on the box, she saw a person.

A very beautiful person.

He is about the same age as her and seems to be from China.

Corpse?

Hua immediately thought of this terrible possibility. Could it be that his grandfather killed the child and put it in a box to hide it from others?

After calming down for a while, Hua realized how ridiculous his idea was because the boy in the box was clearly still breathing and just seemed to be asleep.

"Hey, wake up, wake up."

Hua stretched out her hand and touched the boy's face.

At the moment of contact, he opened his eyes with difficulty in the box, his eyes empty.

"What's your name? Why is it in my box?" Hua asked.

As if he didn't hear anything at all, the boy raised his head sluggishly and met Hua's gaze. His eyes gradually condensed, his dilated pupils returned to focus, and he slowly stood up and dug out the box.

Pink eyes?

Hua was a little surprised. This was the first time she saw someone's pupils with this color.

"Hmm~~Hmm? Did you wake me up? You are so cute, let's make friends!"

Hua's right hand was suddenly held enthusiastically, and...why was the other person's hand groping around restlessly?

The introverted and shy Hua instantly withdrew his hand and took several steps back.

"Huh? Am I that scary? Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet."

"My name is Mo, strange Mo. Nice to meet you."

Li Mo smiled brightly and his eyes shone brightly, like two pink stars shining in the dark night.

For some reason, Hua found that he couldn't look away and stood there numbly.

"Well, um... my name is Hua... no, why are you at my house, in this box..." Hua instinctively introduced herself. She was not good at dealing with such enthusiastic people.

"emmm..."

Li Mo raised his head and seemed to be thinking seriously about Hua's question.

"Humph..." Li Mo smiled evilly, as if he was brewing some conspiracy.

But he answered without hesitation in the next second, which made me, who was always dull, couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth and sigh at his weirdness.

"I forgot."

"forgotten?"

"Yeah, I can't remember anything except the name."

"You're not lying to me..."

"How can I bear to deceive my only friend Hua? Well, no matter how many questions I ask, I can't give you an answer. Why not talk about some happy things~"

"Happy things..."

Hua fell into deep silence. She had not felt happy since she went to school. She didn't know what to do or what she could do.

Because she was too clumsy and slow, no classmates wanted to play with her.

In addition, she had always had bad luck, so people in her class gave her a famous and bad nickname in China: Broom Star.

She said that whoever comes close to her will be in bad luck.

Even Hua himself is convinced of this.

Seeing Hua's frowning face, eyes dimming unconsciously, and exuding a "keep strangers out" aura, Li Mo blinked his pink eyes, but the smile on his face remained pure.

"Your negative emotions are overflowing, but it doesn't matter. I will accept them all. Who are you to be my friend?"

"I will always stand behind you, so raise your head and smile. A pretty girl like you must look good when she smiles~"

Li Mo saw Hua's loneliness, and out of instinct, he took the initiative to step forward, pinched Hua's cheeks with both hands and gently pulled them away.

Let Hua show a mechanical smile.

If it were normal, Hua would never let anyone touch her, especially the opposite sex.

The Li Mo in front of her was obviously just a stranger she met for the first time, but Hua couldn't bear any hostility towards her.

"I, I need to go talk to dad."

After saying that, Hua Luo fled and rushed out of the house.

Li Mo stayed where he was, feeling the remaining warmth on his fingers, and said to himself: "Suddenly I feel a little lonely, let's go out and have some fun."

His playful nature urged him to follow the departing Hua.

In the courtyard, Hua's father was still chatting attentively with his father.

Beside him was a little girl about the same size as Hua.

"Haha, your daughter and my daughter are in the same class. What a coincidence. In the future, your daughter can take my Jiahua to study and play together. Alas, you also know that my Jiahua is more afraid of strangers and is always alone. I am afraid From now on, this kid will keep his troubles to himself."

Hua's father spoke in a light tone, but then became worried when talking about Hua.

Fa Xiao naturally understood what he meant, but he glanced at his daughter who kept shaking her head.

Men often hear their daughters mention that there is a bad guy in the class, and whoever encounters him will be unlucky.

Men definitely don't believe in this kind of metaphysics, but the daughter also told the story about Hua being isolated by her classmates and that she was a single-parent family.

Morality tells a man not to talk about other people's injuries casually. After educating his daughter, he only said not to hurt others.

As for letting my daughter play with isolated people in the class, this is unrealistic.

They have been there and know the habit of children to cuddle together. Once someone plays with someone who is isolated and excluded by the group, that person will also be isolated and excluded by the group.

Of course a man would not want his young daughter to suffer such unfair treatment.

In the world of children, being isolated and ostracized is definitely not a trivial matter. After all, their immature minds think even a broken toy is a big deal.

Injury and pain cannot be lumped together.

"You can't force this kind of thing. As an old classmate, you know, I usually don't interfere in my daughter's interpersonal relationships. She has her own ideas." The man said euphemistically, and his meaning was already obvious.

After Hua's father sighed, he didn't mention the topic again.

He himself knows very well that this cannot be blamed on others. Hua is indeed more reserved and introverted than other children, and cannot play with his peers.