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I don't know much about it, and I can't tell what kind of tree it is, but the trunk is short and the lowest branch I can reach out and touch.

Being able to touch it didn't mean anything. I dangled from the tree a few times, wondering if I could throw myself up, but I was thinking too much. It wasn't that easy for a hundred people to get rid of gravity.

"Hey!" Are you really not going to help me? " Seeing that Song Nan was still standing there, I was a little discouraged. I shook the tree a few times and decided to give up. No matter what I wanted to do, the baby wouldn't accompany me.

I had just let go when a hand reached out from the tree fork, grabbed my hand, and lifted me up.

"Song Nan! "Song Nan!" I called out to him, but he was already on his way up.

It felt like I had been pulled into a tree, or into another space. The hand that pulled me in quickly disappeared, and I was suspended in darkness.

I suddenly thought of something, this is my nerves, even if Key did something to me, I am very clear-headed now, so this place should be under my control.

So, that explains why I was pulled up here … That's not right! I wasn't pulled up because I wanted to be pulled up. Could it be that it was the first vengeful spirit?

I closed my eyes and began to feel it. Slowly, I felt as if I had landed on the ground, and the sound around me grew louder.

He slowly opened his eyes. How awkward, why am I lying in the middle of the road?!

A face suddenly appeared in front of me. It was an old man with wrinkles all over his face. He asked worriedly, "Lady, are you alright?"

I stood up and said, "Uncle, I'm fine. It's just that I accidentally slipped just now. It hurt a little. I just lied on the ground for a while."

"It's the new year, stop hanging around outside. Hurry up and go home. Your parents are definitely waiting for you at home." The old man muttered something about me as he got back on the tricycle behind him.

Tricycles like this are rare, so this could have happened a few years ago.

Although I was mentally prepared for such a thing to happen, I didn't expect myself to be suddenly confronted by a foreign environment. I didn't know what this vengeful spirit meant.

Did he want to show me how he died?

Whatever it means, I think I should be right to follow that old man.

That old man rides his bike very slowly, so it's not a problem for me to walk behind him at my normal speed.

When the old man saw me following him, he stopped the car and seemed to be waiting for me. When I reached his side, he rode slowly again.

"Miss, aren't you in a hurry to go home?" After the old man finished speaking, he coughed violently a few times and said, "Listen to my advice. My parents are old, so they can't expect you to earn any money. Even if you can't stay by their side, you'll be satisfied as long as you go home often."

These words really pierced my heart. I didn't come home often to visit, but now that I've gotten close to the Empress Dowager and my father, Song Nan said that our fates have dispersed. If I appear around them now, it will only bring disaster to them.

Smiling bitterly, I asked the old man, "Why haven't you come home yet?"

The grandpa pointed behind him and coughed a few times. "I'm going to get some fruits."

I took a look and saw that there were really a lot of fruits. With a cart full of them, it was enough for me to eat for a year. So I curiously asked him, "Uncle, you bought so many fruits. Are you done eating?"

"I rented a fruit stand in the front district. My son can't come back for the new year, so I have nothing to do. Besides, the fruits are so expensive, so I can earn more money." With just a few short sentences, the old man coughed as he spoke, causing me to cough.

Seeing that there were pears in the fruit he was pulling, I said to him, "Uncle, go back and cook yourself some pear water to drink. It's very effective in relieving your cough."

The old man waved his hand. "How could you be willing to eat this fruit? It's so expensive."

He pointed at the residential area in front of them, "Girl, hurry up and go home, I'm already here."

After bidding farewell to the old man and looking at his retreating back, I thought of the poem I used to recite in high school: Poor old man, I am so worried about him.

Such a life was simply too miserable. What was it that supported him to live in such a difficult manner?

As I was thinking, my lord's right to live like this was also denied.

A truck hit the old man's tricycle. After the old man fell to the ground, the truck rolled over the old man's body.

Indeed! The culprit should be this master!

I hurried over, the truck driver was already on the phone, hanging up quickly, the driver was shouting something, but no one answered him, everyone was busy picking up the fruit on the ground — the grandpa's tricycle had been knocked over, the fruit had fallen onto the floor, and it was time to get off work, so I went back to the neighborhood, bent over a fruit or two, and walked away quickly, some even going home to pick up a bag.

Only when they got closer did they understand that the driver was looking for someone to help him. The old man was injured at the waist, so he called 120. 120 said that it would be faster for him to drive there himself, but he couldn't get the old man into his car, so he wanted someone to help him.

"I'll go with you!" Although I'm not very strong, I'm still a nurse, and we have two classes devoted to the handling of patients.

However, the driver didn't seem to be able to see me at all. He was in a hurry and wanted to hug the old man himself, but the old man was injured in the waist, so he didn't dare to do it himself.

After nearly 5 minutes, most of the fruits on the ground had been snatched away. A young lad who was passing by helped him up

It took him a while to get on the truck. However, at this moment, the great lord had already fainted. It seemed like he was in dire straits.

I followed the truck, and by the time I got to the hospital, the old man had stopped breathing.

He sat next to me, watching his own body being salvaged in vain.

Finally the doctor gave up and blamed the driver: "Why didn't you come earlier? Even for a minute! "

The driver stomped his feet in remorse, smashing his fist against the wall. "I am so stupid! What did he have to be afraid of that would worsen his injuries? Wouldn't it be fine if we just send him to the hospital?! "

I kept my eye on my uncle. He was not as angry as I had imagined, but rather a sort of numbed numbness.

"Great sir, are you alright?" When I said those words, I really wanted to slap myself. The person is already dead, yet I still asked if he was alright? Was there a short circuit in his brain?

The old man looked at me blankly. His eyes blinked, but there were no tears.

I sat with him for a long time, watching as the doctor pulled his son's phone out of his old cell phone and informed him of the matter.

Out of this, I have to say, if it's just this, I don't think this old man was the one Key set up.