Madam, you don't want your sister to be unable to pay the rent, do you?

Huh? How is that possible?

How could I have seen a little girl who had long been dead?

They just look similar.

Lin Yi instantly objected in his heart, but at this time he had no way to leave like that. He unconsciously came to Chu Yu and became curious about the girl's true identity.

"Hmm, it feels like it was written by an elementary school student. I can't really tell what it's talking about. It doesn't make sense."

Chu Yu felt a bit of a headache reading this. At first glance, the content on this piece of paper seemed to be an introduction to this little girl, but in fact it was simply an essay written by an elementary school student with an incoherent preface and whatever he wanted to write.

There are large sections of words to make up the number of words, the sky is blue, the air is fragrant, the puppy is well-behaved, the floor is bright...

There is so little truly useful information.

"Let me see."

Lin Yi took the paper and glanced through it quickly.

indeed.

Just like Chu Yu said, there is too much nonsense above, and the handwriting is relatively sloppy. If you want to read it carefully, it will probably take seven or eight minutes.

But there was an easy way for him.

【Panel information】

Lin Yi muttered in his heart, and the next second, a line of words appeared in his mind.

【The Little Girl Who Left Home But Didn’t Die】

220 Love

Leaving home?

Not dead?

Lin Yi frowned.

A picture of a little girl who left home but is still alive is hanging on the wall?

Still in black and white.

Were there no color photos at the time?

Not likely.

In the 1990s, color photos were already completely popular in China, not to mention the millennium more than 20 years ago. These photos are even from just over a decade ago, and black and white photos should not exist.

It's impossible to say that this photo was taken more than ten years ago, forty or fifty years ago, when black and white cameras were still used, right?

If the photos taken at that time were preserved, could they really be as clean and not yellowed as they are now?

And the name of Leaving Home...

Lin Yi looked at the little girl in the photo whose face seemed familiar, and instantly thought of the big car.

From the flower language.

What a coincidence, right?

Lin Yi silently recited Li Huayu's name in his heart.

[Li Huayu, 2.01 meters tall, only child, 18 years old, saving money for college tuition]

The amount of information is a bit limited, probably because I am not very familiar with Li Huayu.

But Li Huayu is only eighteen years old and just started college this year.

Isn’t this age a little too young? He thought Li Huayu was at least twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

Lin Yi was slightly surprised.

"Lin Yi, what are you thinking about?" Chu Yu tugged at Lin Yi's clothes and looked at him curiously, wondering why he still had his eyes closed.

"Oh it's all right."

Lin Yi returned the yellowed paper to Chu Yu.

Look around this medium-sized hall again.

There is a door on the right, from which you can go to other rooms, and on the left is a staircase leading upwards. No matter how you look at it, it is a very ordinary house.

Knowing that the photo on the wall was not a posthumous photo and the little girl in the photo was not dead, Lin Yi did not urge Chu Yu to leave.

Rather, he is now very curious about the identity of this little girl. Are they one of the children of this family?

Why, in an age when color photos have become popular, do we have to hang a black-and-white photo on the wall? Below the photo, there is even something that looks like a memorial item.

If he hadn't used the information on the panel to find out that the little girl was not dead, I'm afraid that no matter who saw this scene in the room, they would think that the little girl in the photo hanging on the wall was dead, right?

"Which elementary school student wrote this? It's so confusing just looking at it." Chu Yu read it word by word. Even though there was a lot of nonsense, he couldn't just read it through.

Some fonts are so abstract that you have to carefully identify them to know what they are.

It took a lot of effort for Chu Yu to finally finish reading this elementary school student's composition. Her pretty face looked a little strange.

"Yiyi, the elementary school student's composition seems to say that strange things happened at home, and then he invited a woman called a witch to come in. Then she did some strange things, and then cured the strange things at home. Then he hung up this photo. It should be like this. It seems to be the result of feudal superstition from 20 or 30 years ago."

Some things happened at home that ordinary people could not understand, so they invited a fortune teller. After the fortune teller performed some magic tricks, the strange things at home no longer happened, and she also left a prescription for curing the disease - hang up photos.

It was like the plot of a movie unfolding.

But the plot of this movie is too old-fashioned, an old routine from twenty or thirty years ago. This old routine is so old that it is considered a new routine when it is brought out now.

"That is to say, the girl in the photo is actually fine now, but the photo hung is of her still alive." Chu Yu felt a little bored.

"That means that this kind of thing is not really news. It's just something that marketing accounts would broadcast. I'm not very interested in it. On the Internet, at most, dozens of marketing accounts would publish this kind of news at the same time, and then it would have tens of thousands of views."

She put the yellowed paper back to where she had just found it, then clapped her hands, turned around and leaned on the armrest of Lin Yi's wheelchair, with her little head raised, a beautiful smile curled up at the corner of her slightly charming mouth.

Lin Yi saw Chu Yu's small hand on his thigh, and immediately grabbed his waistband, with her fingers moving very lightly and swiftly.

"Yiyi, what do you think?"

Lin Yi reached out and pinched Chu Yu's face. The silky touch was very pleasant.

"If we hadn't looked at the paper, we would have thought the little girl had died. She might have been hanging there, looking at us. Our behavior was really rude."

Lin Yi said jokingly.

"Who says it's not true? And it's also possible that the little girl got sick or something happened to her in the past ten years, and she died anyway. She's watching over us now, right? Yiyi."

As Chu Yu's words fell, a slightly cold wind blew through the room on the right, as if a cold hand was brushing across a person's back.

Some hairs stood on end.

"It seems like what you said is somewhat effective. The cold wind is starting to blow. Don't you feel a chill down your spine?"

Lin Yi's expression instantly became serious. He looked at the room on his right with some vigilance. It was pitch black inside and he couldn't see where the light was coming from, but wind could be blown out from inside.

"Yiyi, why are you still a little suspicious? This is not like your character."

Chu Yu lay on Lin Yi's thighs, ignoring the cold wind blowing from the dark room on the right.

We live in a materialistic world now, and everything has a scientific basis. If you really discover something that you cannot understand, it is only because current science cannot explain it.

After waiting for a dozen years, dozens of years, or even 100 or 200 years, there will always be a scientific basis that will explain it perfectly.

Instead of being suspicious here, it is better to attribute all of this to the fact that you just cannot understand it for the time being. What is there to worry about?

Not to mention, there is no portrait of the deceased hanging on the wall.

Lin Yi smiled, and the serious expression he had just put on was broken.

He was not a person who believed in gods or ghosts, and the near-death experience in a car accident made him not believe in such things.

After death there is nothingness.

If ghosts and gods really exist, he has seen enough of them in the hospital. He knelt on the ground begging the doctor, knelt on the ground begging the heaven and earth, but in the end he was still covered with a white cloth.

Don’t those who suffer so much pain and torture have hatred or resentment?

How great a resentment must one have to be able to avenge one's hatred in this life after death?

"So, let's get back to the topic, and I'll tell you the truth."

Chu Yu's soft face rested on Lin Yi's thigh. "Since I saw you and Zhuang Yayun the night before yesterday, and you and Zhuang Youlin last night... I'm very curious and want to know what it feels like to make love."

121 Man's Dignity

The strong, hot, misty scent of heather is like a succubus's tail wrapped around your neck.

Floating in the air, the room was filled with all sorts of bewildering and confusing things, thick and hard as stone.

Faced with this colorful pink scent, Chu Yu felt that all she could do was to take off her clothes, fold them and put them aside, then kneel down with her legs together as if surrendering.

"Haha, Yiyi, let's play a game."

Chu Yu magically took out a small mobile phone from his swimming trunks.

Lin Yi raised his eyebrows and thought, what the hell is this?

Do your swimming trunks have universal pockets like Bai Shuang’s?

Anything can be stuffed in there, even a cell phone can be stuffed in there.

"Don't ask me how I put my phone in here. There are many things about girls' clothes that you wouldn't expect. And even if there are no pockets, can't I sew one myself?"

Chu Yu rolled her eyes at Lin Yi, as if she felt that Lin Yi knew too little about girls' clothes, and didn't understand how demanding some girls who liked to do things with their hands had about their clothes.

If there is no pocket, you can sew one yourself. If the trouser legs are too big, you can make them smaller yourself. You can even make them larger manually if the trouser legs are too small.

As for whether the clothes are too short or too long, it goes without saying that all it takes is a pair of scissors, a needle, a pack of thread, and an afternoon to make a piece of clothing.

Especially for those of them who are in their twenties and were born in the 90s, they don’t have mobile phones or computers. Their greatest pleasure every day is to watch TV at their neighbors’ houses.

"Ok."

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Then what game do you want to play?"

"It's a very simple game. You'll know if you try it, brother. It's very easy and fun."

Chu Yu smiled happily.

"is it?"

The more Chu Yu said this, the more Lin Yi felt that Chu Yu was playing some tricks. After all, he was deliberately acting pitiful just a dozen minutes ago.

Chu Yu leaned in Lin Yi's arms, took out her mobile phone, slid across the screen, clicked on the album, and then clicked on the current photo. The album immediately flashed dozens of eye-catching photos.

Snow-white skin, tempting little mouth, charming figure, lying defenselessly on the bed...

Lin Yi's eyes widened instantly. This is...

These are pictures of happy times with himself, Zhuang Yayun and his sister. Chu Yu actually took pictures when he saw them.

"Yiyi, the rules of the game are actually very simple. I will put these photos in front of my brother, and see which photo makes him feel it faster. What do you think?"

"..."

What an outrageous game this is.

The corners of Lin Yi's mouth twitched slightly. What does it mean that the feeling comes faster when looking at that photo?

The protagonist here is yourself.

Look at pictures of yourself and your woman being happy in front of other women.

Why does it feel like a weird ntr?

"Then let's get started, my dear brother, and see which posture and which behavior you feel happier with."

Chu Yu sat in Lin Yi's arms with a smile, with one part of her big, perky butt sitting on Lin Yi's belly. She put one hand around Lin Yi's neck and with the other hand she held her cell phone and began to flip through the photos in the phone. She would stay on each eye-catching photo for about 10 seconds.

During the time each photo was taken, Chu Yu would observe Lin Yi's reaction, from his expression to his body changes, she watched it carefully.

After flipping through several photos in a row, the postures and atmosphere in the photos made Chu Yu feel her face slightly flushed, but Lin Yi remained expressionless, as if the photos he had just flipped through were just simple landscape photos.

"Hmm, my brother doesn't seem to have any reaction. Are these photos not stimulating enough? Or is it because of the bad environment? It's so strange. Isn't it said that when boys encounter such good things, they will turn into wild beasts and have a lot of sexual desire?"

Lin Yi smiled, and held Chu Yu's waist tightly with his right hand. "You think this kind of thing is too simple. With these few photos, most boys would at most put the big head against the small head, the small head against the big head, right-click and save it into the folder. How can rationality disappear so easily because of such a thing? And have you ever thought that I am the protagonist here. How can I feel anything if I don't make it more exciting?"