This is a one-floor bungalow with cracked tiles on the top of the head. There are tables and benches in the living room, all of which are made of crooked wooden boards. The technique is so clumsy that it is like a handicraft for children to play with. The kitchen and the living room are connected together, and there is a simple stove with an empty cabinet standing on one side and firewood piled up around the corner. In addition, it is as clean as an uninhabited house.

The place where the candles are lit is not the living room, but the room next to the living room, which has a little more popularity - a stool with a small schoolbag made of rags is probably the most expensive item in the room, an old-fashioned sewing machine, two beds, one big and one small, a woman sitting on the edge of the big bed, dealing with a bunch of cloth heads towards the sewing machine in the dim light... Hum? A woman?

Lin Yingkong's shadow crawled into it paused, and he didn't know how his desire to inquire suddenly rose. The shadow climbed up a little curiously to look at the woman's appearance - her long black hair, a bright face, and an old floral skirt could not hide her delicate figure. The soft lips always easily make people fantasize about how beautiful she would look when she smiled. However, time has ruthlessly polished the cordial lines on her face, and what is even more rampant was the heavy gloom in her eyes. She was like a woman whose hopes were worn away by life, living in this world numb and unwilling to resent. Her body was old because of resentment, but she was also breathing in due to resentment. She just rehearsed the movements of operating the sewing machine indifferently and mechanically, without any response to things outside.

The outline of this woman is somewhat similar to the boy. I think it is his mother. With such a family, Lin Yingkong is not surprised that the boy will grow into such a cowardly and humble personality.

Suddenly, the woman looked up at the shadow on the ground, and Lin Yingkong was shocked - the woman really glanced at his shadow. Did she find something?

Lin Yingkong was not surprised to think of the word "monster" mentioned by the children who beat and scolded the boy just now. In fact, there have always been many people with different abilities in the human world, and it is not strange to encounter any one casually. However, Feng Rong's sea of ​​consciousness limited his ability, which made him not only unable to sense where the minister is now, but also unable to identify whether the person in front of him belongs to the supernatural world. But it doesn't matter. This mother and son are already in the past, and nothing he does here will affect their lives in reality.

After the boy had served the porridge, he realized that he was used to doing things in the dark and did not light a candle when the customer entered the room, nor even asked him to sit down. He hurried over to find a short candle that he had used many times when he saw it. He also dragged a bench to Lin Yingkong, wiped the dust that did not exist on it with his sleeve, and said silly: "Well, you sit down."
Chapter completed!