226: Song Xianniu

Song Xianniu

I didn't think about the old lady anymore. 0

After getting out of the car, I arrived at the mall nearby. This shopping mall was a bigger one here. It had a complete set of things. This was also why I had to hitch a ride over.

I walked into the mall and carefully helped Rong Ci pick presents. Along the way, he was always thinking about the old lady's matter and actually put the gift aside. As a result, I came to the mall, but I didn't think of anything to buy.

Fortunately, one day, I could slowly choose. I went to shop after shop and ate a lot of food. If it came to the shopping mall, the snacks inside couldn't be missed.

This shopping mall was really big. I hadn't picked it all morning, so I had lunch. After lunch, he continued to help Rong Ci choose the presents.

It wasn't until this afternoon that I saw something more satisfying. Looking at the beautiful black jade ring in the shop window, I immediately thought of Rong Ci.

The ring gave off a similar feeling to Rong Ci. Rong Ci often wore black clothes. Although I wanted to choose a lighter color, I still felt that black jade was better.

"Miss, your eyesight is just right. This black jade ring can be considered a treasure of our store." The waiter came over and warmly introduced me.

"May I ask who Miss wants to give it to?" The waiter asked me.

I blushed slightly and said embarrassedly," For my boyfriend."

The waiter smiled at me." So it's for a boyfriend. What's there to be shy about?" "It's best if you give it to your boyfriend. You have a good eye for it."

The waitress praised me so much that I was about to go to heaven. The more I looked at the ring, the more pleasing it became. After asking about the price, it was indeed the treasure of the store. The price was really expensive.

However, if such a treasure did not have an expensive price, it would be slightly inferior. I gritted my teeth and paid.

In the end, I chose the black jade ring. After asking the waiter to help me pack, I left with the bag.

After leaving the shop, I checked the time. It was past four in the afternoon. I arrived at the waiting hall and continued to take bus No.8.

The driver continued to drive No.8. When I saw the familiar driver, I greeted him. The driver also nodded at me.

After getting into the car, there were not many people in the car. At this time, it wasn't time for others to get off work, so there were relatively few people.

I sat in the front seat. I was about to insert my earphone and listen to the song to pass the time when I suddenly heard the old man's words.

The old granny's gloomy eyes surfaced in my mind. Although I did n' t know her name, I felt that they were talking about her. So I took off my headphones.

The passengers in front all looked at the driver. A few people stood beside the driver and chatted with him for a while.

"Driver, who's that strange old man who's been taking the bus all this time?" Someone asked.

Because there were fewer people in the car, the driver started chatting with them without any hesitation. I was also sitting in front of him. The driver's uncle's voice was not low, so I heard him clearly.

The driver sighed and shook his head regretfully. "It's a miserable life. "Don't look at her now. She was a clean-loving person before."

The driver uncle said that the granny was Lady Song. Hearing this name, the older passengers next to him recognized him.

"That old man is Lady Song?" Her tone was very surprised. She probably did not expect Lady Song to become like this.

"I remember hearing people say that Lady Song has great abilities!" Another person said.

It turned out that Lady Song was quite famous. However, now that it had become like this, no one other than the driver really knew him.

An old man was dirty all over. No wonder he was despised by others.

The driver continued, Lady Song wasn't like this. Because of his fame, he would pay more or less attention to his image. However, after something happened three years ago, Lady Song no longer had the mood to clean up.

Three years ago, Lady Song's grandson Song Xiaoji died. From then on, Lady Song went crazy. He didn't clean up all day and lived a muddle-headed life.

When I heard that, I suddenly realized that it was no wonder that old lady had become like that. So that was the reason.

The fact that her grandson had left her should have been quite a blow to her. She must have loved her grandson very much before.

She didn't expect the old lady with a gloomy expression to be such a person. It surprised me a little.

But then, I realized that something important must have happened to make a person like that. The old granny must not have looked at him like this.

There were a few people who had heard about Lady Song's story and casually said what she had done before. Song Xiannu had helped others solve the disaster.

It was said that her eyes could see things that others could not see. After receiving her help, she would really be able to make a comeback. For example, when a man was sick, his family invited Lady Song to take a look.

In the end, Lady Song said that she had been haunted by evil spirits. After doing this, the man's illness gradually healed.

When I heard this, I only felt that Lady Song was someone with real ability. She should be the same as me. She could see ghosts and monsters.

No wonder she kept staring at me. Was it because she could tell that I was actually the same person as her? If he really had the ability, he could indeed tell.

They rarely met people with the same eyes as me. It was not surprising that they were fake.

The chauffeur continued to talk about what she had been helped by Aunt Song. Originally, when Lady Song had done such a thing, she had helped the driver get rid of ghosts. Therefore, every time Aunt Song came to the car, he would let her sit for free and pay for it himself.

The driver said that when she arrived at that station, Lady Song would still get in the car. Therefore, the passenger had to wait for a moment to stop talking about her. After all, she was already suffering. If he mentioned it again, it wouldn't be good to hurt the old man.

The passenger immediately stopped talking. This topic ended just like that. I could hear the driver's sigh. Perhaps it was a sigh.

When she heard that the granny was Lady Song, she felt that after she got into the car, these people would be further away from her. After all, when it came to a mysterious person like a fairy, others were always afraid.

After all, these people had seen things that they could not see. People were always afraid of unknown things. This was also the reason why I didn't tell anyone else that I could see anything else. Of course, it was a special case.

A few passengers were still discussing in low voices. Others' gossip was always attractive. As for me, I listened to their whispers, my thoughts drifting somewhere.

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