The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

In the past, Mr. Jing would come to visit Xu Henmei. He also knew about the Jing family and had a good impression of Shi Ling who helped the Jing family uncover the truth.

The little old man was doing Tai Chi and suddenly asked curiously: "Little girl, are you really psychic?"

Shi Ling felt that he must be materialistic in such an occasion, and looked slightly solemn: "No, Grandpa Xu, I just had intermittent neurotic attacks. In fact, I am still a staunch materialist."

Xu Henmei's originally playful and smiling expression became serious: "Oh! We also have a psychopath here. Even the hospital can't find anything wrong. Can you help us take a look?"

Shi Ling: "...I'm not a doctor either."

Even though he said that, Shi Ling still went to see it with Xu Henmei.

Xu Henmei said: "My old brother is miserable. When we fought with the Kou State, they had nearly two hundred people in one company. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he was the only one who survived, and his head was blown up. There was something abnormal. He often Talk nonsense."

Shi Ling listened carefully and with full respect.

"Hey, it was really difficult before, but now things are getting better, and the country supports us. Over there, although others are confused, they are worry-free. When they have nothing to do, they like to ask the nurse to show him color movies."

Xu Henmei said with emotion, "Many of me still can't get out. I often wake up suddenly when sleeping, only to find that those things have passed seventy or eighty years ago. People like him who are so confused can't tell for sure. For better or for worse.”

Listening to Xu Henmei's words, Shi Ling felt some ripples in her heart. When she saw the old man sitting obediently in front of the TV over there, her excitement could no longer be suppressed.

For her, she and Zhao Xingbang had only not seen each other for a few hours, but for Zhao Xingbang, it took him more than seventy years to get to where he is today at the right time.

When we first met, he was a green young man with high ambitions in the troubled times. The young man regarded death as if he were home. When we met again, the general had a white head and his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life. A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return after ten years.

"Senior Zhao Xingbang."

The old man who was sitting in front of the TV and watching TV seriously was startled for a moment. He turned his head and looked up. When he saw the graceful girl approaching, his chaotic eyes suddenly brightened, "Sister Shi."

Half a lifetime trapped in dust, haze comes into my dreams. For a moment, the old and young faces seemed to overlap at this moment.

He finally got his wish and reached his golden age.

……

Shi Ling didn't expect that after so many years, Zhao Xingbang would still remember her.

Although she was able to comfort Qin Niao, she always felt regretful. After all, she sent him back as Zhao Xingbang wished, filled his magazine with bullets, and hoped that he could survive.

Xu Henmei saw Shi Ling and Zhao Xingbang say hello just once, and the man who had been mentally disturbed for twenty hours a day returned to normal, and he had no doubts about Shi Ling's abilities.

It was really a bargain for Jing Zheng, the little old man, to pick up such a powerful granddaughter for nothing.

Shi Ling learned from Zhao Xingbang that back then, the company commander was waiting for reinforcements after he died in the battle to hold off the enemy. He almost died under enemy gunfire, but was eventually rescued.

After that, he was not in a good state of mind. He often suffered from dementia. Occasionally he would wake up like a normal person, but when he went for a checkup, nothing serious happened.

Now Zhao Xingbang is over ninety years old, and it has been more than seventy years since the company commander left. He has watched color movies countless times, but he has never been able to fulfill the promise they made when they were talking and laughing.

Shi Ling pushed Zhao Xingbang's wheelchair and took him to the Martyrs Cemetery, found the tombs of the company commander and others, and went there to help him realize his wish.

They stood quietly in front of the tomb, while the wind blew through the red star poplar trees and the leaves rustled.

Although many years have passed, people still keep sending fresh daisies in front of the tombstone.