Xiao Huang, who was sitting in the front row, looked at the bell through the rearview mirror, and secretly felt that this child did not look like a five or six-year-old child no matter how he looked. It was not about appearance, but about his words and tone, which did not match his age.

After hearing what I said, Lingling stood up from the seat as if she was right, then walked to Xiao Huang's seat in a pretty good manner, and carefully observed the black shadow.

Xiao Huang was a little furious when he saw it.

After a while, the bell came over and whispered to me: "The ghost has long golden hair dyed, thin, and a good figure. The other smiles lightly and has two small dimples, which are very cute."

"Really?" I frowned. Why did I see a black shadow? But when I got to Lingling's eyes, it changed.

Lingdang nodded: "It's really true, I'm the same kind of her. How can you compare to my ability to see ghosts like your borrowed eyes?"

Although what he said makes sense, I still gave him a thrill.

I was really upset to hear his comment on my eyes.

But I still described it to me as the bell and said it to Xiao Huang without saying a word.

Suddenly, the car braked urgently. I quickly took Li Mo who was falling forward, and then fell backwards.

This avoids having 'intimate contact' with the front seats.

"You're making yarn," I breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately I didn't wake up Li Mo in my arms.

Xiao Huang sat in the position and slowly turned his head. He looked at the bell with an unusually surprised expression and said, "What you said is true? Didn't you lie to me?"

Lingling shrugged speechlessly: "Why am I lying to you?"

"That's my wife, my wife," Xiao Huang became excited. After a little helpless, he forced himself to calm down, then gasped for a few breaths, and adjusted his lower airways: "Please ask me, is she doing well now?"

"I'm not a messenger, oh!"

Lingling covered her head that was bulging with flesh, and looked at me with tears in her eyes. I shook my clenched fists as if warning him.

So, Lingdang reluctantly became a microphone between Xiao Huang and his wife Jia Qing.

After a long time of greetings, Xiao Huang finally finished chatting with Jia Qing.

Then Lingling said to me and Xiao Huang, "She's gone." The conversation ended completely and the car fell into silence.

"Thank you, for letting my wife and I say the last time again." Xiao Huang was already in tears while talking to Jia Qing.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"No, no. The dead are gone, and the living are mourning." I comforted Xiao Huang.

The car continued to move, but we didn't say anything again. Not long after, the car stopped on the side of the road at my doorstep.

I woke Li Mo up, said hello to the other party, and got out of the car with the bell.

Before leaving, Xiao Huang waved his hand at us.

Walking home, I still asked worriedly: "Ling, is that really okay? Leave the kind of person who is entangled with ghosts by Li Mo."

Lingling hummed a little angry: "Dad, just believe me, it's okay. You know that's my mother. If that person is really in danger, I won't be able to do anything.

Moreover, you didn’t feel any resentment from that ghost, right?”

I nodded, it was indeed the case.

When we got home, it happened to be the time for dinner at home. After accepting my mother's mouth-to-mouth, Lingling and I were still shameless and sat at the table with our rice bowls.

My mother’s nagging is unrestricted. During the meal, she kept chanting me and talking about me.

After listening to it for more than ten years, I have become accustomed to it. The bell followed me and his face was not as thick as it was. Listening to my mother, I could basically reach a state of mind: the left ear goes in and out of the right ear, and just go around in my mind.

After eating with full food, Lingling and I went back to the house and fell asleep on the bed together.

I had no dreams all night and I slept soundly.

When I woke up in the morning, the weather was gloomy. When I saw the time, it was already past ten o'clock, but there was still no sign of the sun coming out outside.

"It seems that it will start to rain again either today or tomorrow." I lay down by the window and said depressedly.

The weather has begun to turn autumn, but heavy rains are one after another. It really fits the saying, one autumn rain and one cold.

Every time there is heavy rain, I feel the temperature is several degrees lower.

"Dad, go down to have a meal. My aunt called me just now and said that after you finish your meal, you will go to the market to see the stalls, so that you will not be idle at home." Lingdang pushed open the half-closed door panel and reached in and said.

"Where is my sister?" I turned around and walked to the door.

Lingling said, "Sister, she has gone out too. She seems to have gone to work. Today she will go to the workplace for the test."

"Oh," I said lazily and walked downstairs with the bell.

I opened the bowls on the table and the like, which contained a lot of vegetables and meat dishes. The other two bowls were always empty, one filled with eight-treasure porridge.

Obviously, the empty bowl must have been eaten by the bell.

While I was having breakfast, I lay on the sofa and watched TV. As soon as I turned on the TV, my dad liked to watch the Central Channel 1.

The news is still being broadcast, and the theme of the news is very attractive to me: unidentified caring people donated hundreds of thousands of food and pure water to help the victims of the town overcome difficulties.

Ha, I immediately became interested when I heard this. Isn’t this talking about me?

I added the order of dishes and put them into the eight treasure porridge, then sat on the sofa behind the coffee table with a bowl, watching the news reports that were playing on the TV.

"On November 12th, a group of caring people came up in the town today. They drove eight large transport vehicles, all of which were filled with food and pure water.

All the drivers also joined the disaster relief team the day after they distributed the food.

A few days later, a group of drivers left.

The child who came with caring people helped a lot

As we talked about this on TV, everything immediately happened, and the recent photos of the bell were switched.

When I saw the photo, I immediately laughed, haha, is that a bell? The mud boy with mud on his hair and body is a bell? It's so funny, this look is so embarrassing.

"Dad, what's so funny about this?" Lingling handed it over and rolled her eyes, then pointed to the side of the photo, hid in the ruins, a figure timidly said, "Dad, look, isn't that you? You're sneaking, are you going to steal someone?"

"You boy dares to make jokes about your father!" I said angrily, pretending to ring the bell. The bell immediately hugged his head and begged for mercy.

Just as we were having a fight, the news ended, and until the end, the name of the bell was not released in the news.

From beginning to end, although Lingdang has been helping the soldiers to save people, he has never told anyone his name.

Therefore, in the impression of those soldiers, victims, and reporters in the disaster area, they only remembered that they had such a child with a "strange eyes".
Chapter completed!