My older sister, born in the 1970s, stole my marriage; I took my three treasures and blew up the fam

"Erbao, what are you saying?"

Ruan Tinghe wondered if she had misheard. Why would Erbao suddenly want to draw an old lady ghost?

There are no ghosts in this world.

She must have misheard!

Erbao looked up, his big, watery eyes filled with tears and grievances, looking extremely pitiful.

Upon seeing Ruan Tinghe, his little mouth twitched, and he burst into tears.

"Mom, I can't draw it, boohoo."

Ruan Tinghe finally saw the outline of an old woman on the drawing paper.

The facial features were completely undrawn, covered with countless tiny black dots, clearly indicating that the artist hesitated and didn't know where to begin.

Ruan Tinghe quickly hugged Erbao to comfort him, "Didn't Erbao want to draw a clock? Why did you suddenly start drawing people?"

Erbao hugged Ruan Tinghe and rubbed against her, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes before saying aggrievedly, "My sister said there's an old lady ghost. We've never seen a ghost before, so I wanted to draw one so we could see it together."

Ruan Tinghe's heart skipped a beat. She hugged Xiaobao tightly. "Xiaobao, where did you see the old lady?"

Xiao Bao nudged Er Bao, who then explained, "My sister said that at the old man's house you visited today, there was an old lady sitting on a stool in the corner."

"How is this possible!" Ruan Tinghe looked at Xiaobao in shock.

Could her little darling possibly see ghosts?

That's not right. Xiao Bao used to go with her to draw portraits of the dead and attended many funerals.

If Xiao Bao could really see ghosts, he would have seen them long ago and wouldn't be saying it now.

Ruan Tinghe felt there was some misunderstanding. "Xiao Bao, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Xiao Bao shook his head and tugged at Er Bao.

Erbao said confidently, "My sister said she wasn't mistaken. There was an old lady sitting on a stool, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan, and smiling at the old man."

As Ruan Tinghe listened, her hair stood on end. This was getting creepy.

"Xiao Bao, besides the old lady, have you seen anyone else?"

Xiao Bao blinked, somewhat puzzled as to why his mother asked that, but still nodded.

Ruan Tinghe got goosebumps.

She cautiously looked around and asked, "Do you see any elderly men or women, or pretty aunties, around here?"

Ruan Tinghe was frantic. Grandma Qin had said that Aze's mother had committed suicide by jumping off this building!

Xiao Bao won't see Aze's dead mother every day, will he?

Xiao Bao nodded, and Ruan Tinghe was so frightened that she almost collapsed to the ground.

She consoled herself: Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom...

Trust science!

Believe that nonsense!

She even time-traveled! And she even awakened a spatial ability!

Is there any science left in this world?

Seeing Ruan Tinghe's increasingly grim expression, the three children became worried.

Da Bao grabbed her hand and asked with concern, "Mom, what's wrong? You're sweating a lot."

Ruan Tinghe wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and asked Xiaobao again, "So, who did Xiaobao see?"

Little Bao started counting on his little fingers: "..."

Ruan Tinghe waited anxiously for Erbao to translate. Erbao waited until Xiaobao finished counting before saying, "There's Grandma Qin, Uncle Aze, Uncle Yin Quan, Uncle Shen Yan..."

"Wait a minute," Ruan Tinghe sensed something was wrong, "Xiao Bao, are these the people you saw here?"

Xiao Bao nodded, and Ruan Tinghe breathed a sigh of relief.

So it wasn't a ghost, it was a person. It's good that Xiao Bao didn't see a ghost.

"Xiao Bao, did you hear the uncle who was carrying the flowers say that there's an old lady who likes to sit on a stool in the corner, so you imagined there was an old lady there?"

This is the most reasonable explanation Ruan Tinghe could think of.

To everyone's surprise, Xiao Bao shook his head again and pointed to the embroidery on Ruan Tinghe's clothes.

It was a rose vine.

"Ah!"

Erbao: "My sister said she saw it in a dream."

Xiao Bao described what he had seen and heard with great enthusiasm, gesturing wildly.

Erbao's face gradually turned angry!

After Xiao Bao finished speaking, Er Bao scolded, "Little sister! Why didn't you explain clearly before! I thought you were talking about ghosts!"

Ruan Tinghe hurriedly asked, "Erbao, what exactly happened?"

"Mom, my sister said she saw the old lady in her dream. The old lady liked to sit on a stool and fan herself, and she also liked to knit sweaters. She always smiled at the old man, but then the old lady died."

Ruan Tinghe finally understood.

So it was Xiao Bao who dreamed about it again? He probably dreamed about it while he was asleep on the way to the old Chinese medicine doctor's house.

This time it wasn't a precognitive dream, but rather a dream about the past.

The only certainty is that everything Xiaobao dreamed about was closely related to her.

She desperately needed the old Chinese medicine doctor's help, so Xiaobao dreamed of the doctor's deceased wife.

However, in order to confirm the authenticity of the dream.

Ruan Tinghe decided to draw a portrait of the old lady.

"Erbao, tell Mommy what the old lady Xiaobao saw looks like, and Mommy will draw it."

"Mmm! The old lady..."

Erbao began to recall what Xiaobao had said before and relay it to Ruan Tinghe. If there was anything he forgot, Xiaobao would remind him.

Da Bao watched quietly from the side the whole time.

He can't draw.

He couldn't understand what his sister was saying either.

At times like these, he couldn't help but feel lost.

Ruan Tinghe sensed something was wrong, and she smiled at Da Bao, saying, "Da Bao, Mommy's shoulders are so sore. You're strong, can you massage them for me?"

Da Bao's eyes lit up and he immediately ran behind Ruan Tinghe.

"Mom, let me massage you!"

"Thank you, Da Bao. You're great! You can protect your younger siblings outside and help Mom with chores at home. You can even give Mom a massage."

Da Bao was very happy; his mother had praised him!

He thought to himself that although he couldn't draw or translate what his sister was saying, he could protect his younger brother, sister, and mother.

Yes! He needs to get stronger and stronger!

This way, Mom and my younger brother can keep drawing without having to suffer to earn money.

My sister will no longer be bullied. If anyone dares to call her "little mute," he'll beat them up!

The simple-minded Da Bao was easily appeased.

Ruan Tinghe quickly drew a portrait of an old woman.

She sat in a chair against the wall.

Her thin body was slightly hunched, she was holding a ball of black fur in her arms, and knitting a sweater with two knitting needles in her hands.

Her head of silver hair was neatly combed, her clothes were clean and tidy, and she picked up a stray hair from her forehead with her fingers. Her eyes were full of tenderness and kindness.

Just by looking at her face, you can tell she's an incredibly kind and gentle old woman, giving off a sense of warmth and friendliness.

Ruan Tinghe put down her pen and asked Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, is this the grandma?"

Xiao Bao ran his finger across the old lady's face and finally tapped her nose.

Ruan Tinghe didn't understand, but Erbao picked up a pen and put a small black dot on the tip of the old man's pen.

Erbao: "My sister said there's a mole here."

Ruan Tinghe was shocked again. Did Xiaobao even dream about this clearly?

If the old lady in the dream was the deceased husband of the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, then Xiao Bao is truly amazing!

Ruan Tinghe couldn't help but hug the three little ones and kiss them one by one.