Ji Hongxiu sent Gu Chuqing and Uncle Fan to Hongyang Road, and then drove slowly back to his home.

Ji Hongxiu was afraid of driving alone on the road. If he hadn't known that Uncle Fan didn't welcome him, he would have asked Uncle Fan to take him in for a night.

After meeting Zhou Liangcai, he realized that not all ghosts floated, and not all ghosts had black energy on their bodies. There were also ghosts that could walk on the ground, and their movements looked exactly like living people.

He was terrified, fearing that he would be careless and cause a car accident.

So before he left, he asked Gu Chuqing for two talismans to distinguish the difference between ghosts and humans.

With the talisman, even if Zhou Liangcai comes again, he will not admit his mistake.

He had been away from home for more than half a month, and the old man and elder brother at home made countless urging calls, asking when he would come back, find the Celestial Master named Gu, and see if there was a way to seal his eyes.

Regarding his own affairs, Ji Hongxiu did not hide anything from his family. He said that the ancient heavenly master had a way to suppress his eyes, but no one knew whether he would see ghosts again in the future.

However, in order not to worry them, he did not tell them that sealing the eyes was dangerous.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, and the community was so quiet that even the security guard guarding the door had dozed off. Fan Zhiwei and Gu Chuqing returned home. The bedroom door was closed tightly, and the people inside were obviously sleeping soundly.

"I'm going to ask your aunt to get up and help you clean the room." Fan Zhiwei wanted to ask Zhou Lingxiang to get up and help Gu Chuqing pack her luggage.

Gu Chuqing grabbed Fan Zhiwei and lowered her voice: "Don't bother aunt in the middle of the night. I'll clean up tomorrow. Uncle, which room should I sleep in?"

Fan Zhiwei picked up Gu Chuqing's suitcase: "This one is next to the living room."

Fan Zhiwei's house is a large one with three bedrooms and two living rooms. He didn't have enough money to buy the house. Otherwise, he would have wanted to buy a room with four bedrooms and two living rooms, so that he could leave a room exclusively for Gu Chuqing.

But Naihe didn't have much money, so he could only buy a three-bedroom apartment with two living rooms.

But even with three bedrooms and two living rooms, he was still thinking of Gu Chuqing. During the renovation, he converted the small living room into a small bedroom.

The living room was converted into a bedroom, and the area is actually not small. After the conversion, it looks about the same size as Fan Qiaoqiao's room. It is fully furnished and decorated in the way the little girls like it.

Fan Zhiwei felt very sad that he could not get a special room for Gu Chuqing. Even if he did not have enough money during the renovation, he had to borrow money to renovate the room.

Zhou Lingxiang saw that he was decorating Gu Chuqing's room. Although he didn't help, he didn't make any sarcastic remarks.

In Zhou Lingxiang's mind, just pretend.

No matter how you pretend it, this house belongs to the Fan family and cannot be transformed into Gu Chuqing's.

Besides, with Gu Chuqing’s temperament, it’s not certain whether she will come and live in her house after she pretends to be there. Even if she does, it won’t be long. When her son gets married and has children, this room will not belong to his grandson.

Fan Zhiwei put the suitcase in the corner: "It's almost four o'clock. Go to bed first. If anything happens, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Gu Chuqing: "Uncle, go to bed early too."

Fan Zhiwei nodded with a smile and helped Gu Chuqing close the door.

After he exited, Gu Chuqing fell down on the bed and looked around the room with her eyes open. When she saw a shell wind chime hanging by the window, a light smile appeared in her bright eyes.

She stood up and touched the wind chime, smiled knowingly, took off her clothes, and got into bed.

Wind chimes... She also has a string of shell wind chimes in her bedroom in town, which was a birthday gift given to her by her classmates when she was a sophomore in high school.

She thought the crisp ringing sound of the wind chimes was particularly pleasant, so she kept hanging them in the room and was reluctant to take them off. The string of wind chimes was very similar to the one by the window, very similar...

***

Skylight filtered into the room dimly through the heavy curtains.

It was already eleven o'clock at noon. In the kitchen, Fan Zhiwei was humming to the rhythm of the TV and skillfully stir-frying vegetables with a spatula. Zhou Lingxiang was standing by the sink, helping to pick vegetables.

In the living room, the sound of the nostalgic light music that had been soothing just now suddenly changed, and the powerful drum beat sounded as if it was about to penetrate the wall.

The sound was so loud that even the next door could hear it.

Fan Zhiwei frowned, took a look outside with the spatula in hand, and saw his daughter Fan Qiaoqiao with disheveled hair, her legs crossed on the sofa, and pressing the remote control.

"Qiaoqiao, please keep your voice down, your cousin is sleeping." Fan Zhiwei looked worried, feeling that his daughter was a little ignorant.

Fan Qiaoqiao pursed her lips: "It's almost noon and I haven't gotten up yet."

"You didn't get up until noon the other day. It would be great if you got up early today... When did I wake you up when you slept in? Besides, Chu Qing slept late last night. What would happen if you slept too much?"

Fan Zhiwei glanced at his daughter and said angrily: "Why are you so ignorant? Turn down your voice."

Fan Qiaoqiao shrugged her nose and snorted. She was a little afraid of Fan Zhiwei, so she lowered her voice slightly.

She threw the remote control on the coffee table, her face turned black, and she looked angrily at Gu Chuqing's room.

I knew her father would scold her when she came.

Her father is just partial. In the past, no matter how loud she turned up the TV, he would not be harsh on her. But now, the niece has just arrived, and he has begun to dislike her.

Fan Qiaoqiao felt bored and angrily returned to the bedroom with her slippers on. As if to vent her anger, she slammed the door angrily.

Fan Zhiwei was a little angry at his daughter's behavior. He turned his eyes to Zhou Lingxiang and said angrily: "Look, the good daughter you taught has no manners at all."

Zhou Lingxiang shook off the water on her hand and was a little unhappy: "It sounds like my daughter is born to me alone... You should also restrain yourself a little. She is like this, mostly because of you."

When Fan Zhiwei heard Zhou Lingxiang's words, he stopped: "It's rare for Chu Qing to come home once. What's wrong with me being nice to her?"

"Haha..." Zhou Lingxiang laughed in a neutral tone.

Although it is not unusual for an uncle to be fond of his nephew, at least he has a certain limit.

But in my own family, whenever something happens to Gu Chuqing... it's just like that. My wife and children all have to stand aside.

"Okay, you can do whatever you like. The vegetables are almost done. You go wake Chuqing up for dinner, and I'll go check on Qiaoqiao."

Zhou Lingxiang doesn't want to talk to Fan Zhiwei anymore. Anyway, she has learned about her man's virtues for twenty years!

No matter how partial I am, Gu Chuqing still has the surname Gu.

A few years ago, she was quarreling with him because of her own family, but now... Gu Chuqing now doesn't ask him for money, and she doesn't need him to support her. No matter how much he subsidizes, he can only buy a few clothes and stuff them.

Pocket money.

She could still afford such a small amount of money. On the contrary, it was his different treatment between Qiaoqiao and Gu Chuqing that made her angry.

It's not that Fan Zhiwei treats his daughter badly. He dotes on Qiaoqiao very much on weekdays, but once Qiaoqiao and Gu Chuqing are put together, Qiaoqiao often becomes the one who is ignored.

This is what makes her angry...

Even if a bowl of water was flat in front of him, she would not get angry with him.

Zhou Lingxiang opened the door and saw Fan Qiaoqiao sitting on the edge of the bed with a dark face, and sighed helplessly.

She walked over and touched Fan Qiaoqiao's head: "Why are you angry with your dad? Okay, let's clean up and go have dinner."

"You can eat whatever you want, I'm so angry." Fan Qiaoqiao snorted angrily, then turned around and said: "Mom, what do you think is going on with my dad... I am his biological daughter."

Zhou Lingxiang was actually right. Fan Qiaoqiao hated Gu Chuqing, mostly because of Fan Zhiwei.

To be honest, there is no grudge between Fan Qiaoqiao and Gu Chuqing. The two girls are far apart. When the two girls are twenty years old, they can count the number of times they have met on one hand, but here they are among the few.

During their several meetings, Fan Qiaoqiao could clearly feel that her father treated Gu Chuqing better than he treated her...

If she had that condition, her father would probably pick off the stars in the sky and give them to Gu Chuqing.

The most important thing is that every time she and Gu Chuqing have a conflict, no matter who is right or wrong, her father doesn't even ask the reason and just takes advantage of her.

This undoubtedly deepened Fan Qiaoqiao's dislike for Gu Chuqing.

Zhou Lingxiang looked at her daughter whose eyes were red with anger, and sighed in her heart: "Your father owes your uncle a favor, a huge favor! Because of this, your father has not had a hard time in the past twenty years. Your sister-in-law and uncle are no longer here.

He put that guilt on Gu Chuqing..."

Fan Qiaoqiao was surprised: "What love, why don't I know about it?"

Zhou Lingxiang: "Old things are old, no one talks about it. I admit this. If your uncle's two brothers hadn't come to help at that time, your father... you wouldn't even know whether he was there or not."

Zhou Lingxiang actually didn't know what happened that year.

All she knew was that the night Gu Chuqing was born, her man ran home covered in blood, wounded all over, and his face looked very bad. At the same time, he also felt lucky to have survived the disaster.

She asked him what happened, but he didn't tell her. She only said that he owed a lot to the Gu family, and that his life was snatched back from the King of Hell's Palace by his uncle.

From then on, he became closer to the Gu family, especially when he treated Gu Chuqing, as if that child was his life, and he cherished it very much.

He can even go so far as to ignore her own children.

Zhou Lingxiang didn't know the details of that year, but she knew that her man must have run into something evil that night, and he was saved by the two Gu brothers, which also indirectly caused his younger sister to give birth to Gu Chuqing prematurely.

She remembered this love and admitted that without them, her man might have died.

But since it didn't happen to her, her feelings wouldn't be too deep. Zhou Lingxiang recognized this love, but she couldn't do what Fan Zhiwei did, ignoring her family for the sake of a favor...

Fan Qiaoqiao was confused and curious: "Mom, what is going on?"

Zhou Lingxiang poked Fan Qiaoqiao's head: "Why do you ask Na Duo? Anyway, your father's life was saved by your uncle. That's why your father is so kind to Gu Chuqing. Okay, okay, no matter what

Well, Gu Chuqing is just a niece, and you are the daughter."

Zhou Lingxiang didn't want Fan Qiaoqiao to know what the Gu family did.

For half her life, all she had been exposed to was using science to understand the world. Even if Fan Zhiwei said it was categorical, she did not believe it.

If something hadn't happened to Gu Chuqing's parents and she had seen Gu Chuqing and her frail cousin lighting incense without a fire, standing five or six meters tall, she would never have believed it.

She saw it clearly then.

Gu Chuqing and Gu Yao sent their brother-in-law's memorial tablets back to the Gu family's old house. With a slight shake of their hands, the incense in their hands lit up. After lighting the incense, twelve-year-old Gu Chuqing seemed to be possessed by a hero.
To be continued...