All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 23: three years ago

September 30th, sunny.

Dad’s operation was over, he was amputated, and his right leg was gone from below the knee.

In the ward, seeing my father’s pale face, I really wanted to cry.

But I can’t cry.

If I cry, Xin’er will definitely cry even more sadly.

She has been crying too much these days, and her eyes are red and swollen.

I am my sister, and I want to set an example.

I can’t cry.

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February 13, sunny.

Today is New Year’s Eve, Xin’er is very happy.

She got the new year’s money from her father, totaling 188 yuan.

I also have 188 yuan.

This year’s New Year’s Eve has a lot of money, but I am not happy at all.

Dad’s surgery cost a lot of money. During this time, he stayed at home to heal his injuries, and the money at home was getting less and less.

I secretly read my father’s passbook, and I have already spent a lot of money at home.

Last summer, my father said that after returning from a part-time job, he would renovate the house after the Chinese New Year, and then he bought a big doll for each of me and Xin’er.

But this year the family is almost out of money.

Dad said that he would go to the town to sell fruit after the new year, and he would definitely make money.

But Dad now uses crutches to walk, how does he push carts?

So sad, when will I grow up soon?

I really want to work.

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It was sunny on March 15th.

Teacher Wei helped his father find a trolley, which he could use to sell fruit in the town.

Dad is really amazing, he can push his cane and push the cart.

In this way, even if the mother refuses to help the father, the father can earn money alone.

very nice.

Although my mother must have broken my father’s heart when my father was recovering from his injury.

Why is mother always so indifferent and doesn’t care about us at all?

Even after my father was injured, I couldn’t see any sadness on my mother’s face.

I feel that it is superfluous for my mother to be in this home.

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June 5th, sunny.

I’m going to be in sixth grade soon, so happy.

Teacher Wei said that my grades are very good. If I continue to maintain it, I might be able to get promoted to the second county middle school.

That’s the best junior high school in Liupanshui. If I can go in, I will definitely be able to get admitted to university in the future.

Xin’er will also be promoted to the first grade. I hope she can study hard.

If we can all enter the university, Dad won’t have to work so hard in the future.

So happy.

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On July 13, light rain.

Dad went to his hometown for a drink and met a liar.

The liar was obviously a scam, but his father believed her very much, and he listened to her, and spent five thousand yuan to invite a Bodhisattva to come into the house to make a sacrifice.

Saying that this Bodhisattva can bless Xin’er and I both to enter university.

Obviously, whether we can enter a university depends on whether we study hard. What does it have to do with the Bodhisattva?

It also spent so much money… Dad is so stupid.

…

Seeing this, Yang Xuming stopped.

He thought of the headless Guanyin statue in the hall on the first floor.

Could it be that this is the Bodhisattva that this father spent five thousand yuan to invite?

Then why was it broken in the back?

This family should take it seriously, right?

Yang Xuming thought for a while, stood in the corner with his back against the wall, and continued to look through the diary in his hand.

However, in the diary that follows, the interval is getting longer and longer.

And almost all the content is that the girl is angrily complaining that his father believes in the liar and spent a lot of money.

It seems that the liar knows how to dance, and often comes to the house to help her dance.

And every time you dance, you have to spend thousands of dollars.

Even if the girl didn’t say it clearly, Yang Xuming could realize that the family’s financial situation was beginning to be struggling.

Originally, this family was already very poor because of the amputation of the male owner.

After that, although Jiang Yun went to the town to sell fruits to subsidize his family, how much money could he make from selling fruits?

Every time this female liar came to dance, she would take away at least a few thousand dollars.

Calculating this way, it is estimated that the money Jiang Yun made from selling apples was deceived by the goddess.

Is this catching a sheep wool?

This is too much…

However, from the diary, the man named Jiang Yun seemed to believe in the goddess.

He believes that his family’s misfortunes, including his wife’s problems, are related to his lack of bodhisattva’s blessing before.

This is probably a cult in my head…

Yang Xuming shook his head silently, and continued to read the little girl’s diary.

Finally, the diary has reached the key one.

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On October 25, it rained heavily.

Teacher Wei said that the school is going to be abandoned, and we students will transfer to other elementary schools in the future.

But the nearest elementary school is in Dewu, so it’s a long walk.

So sad.

Dad said that this might be because our family was affected by bad luck. Otherwise, why the good school should be abandoned suddenly? There must be something messing up and preventing me from going to a good junior high school.

I know, he must be going to invite the liar to come home again.

But I don’t want to manage it anymore.

It was raining for a while at the end of school today, and it seemed to have caught a cold.

The body feels a little uncomfortable, I hope it’s not a real cold.

Don’t want to spend money on treatment.

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On October 27, it rained heavily.

It has been raining for three days, and my father really invited the goddess to the house.

I was so mad, I obviously just caught a cold, the goddess insisted on saying that I was hitting the evil spirits, and that he wanted to exorcise evil spirits for me.

I don’t believe her.

My body is very weak, and my body is sore and weak. It seems that taking medicine really has no effect.

If this continues, I can only get an injection tomorrow.

Dad downstairs and the liar were still dancing, so noisy, I was annoying to hear them.

Hope this liar hurry up and get out.

…

Seeing this page, Yang Xuming stopped.

For some reason, after reading this page, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Wouldn’t it be the reason why this family disappeared three years ago?

According to the prompts of “Living and Death Records” and the girl’s diary, it is the goddess who might have messed up everything.

She has a pair of embroidered shoes that can’t be worn by a living person, but she doesn’t know the horror of these shoes.

So when one of the girls in this red house put on embroidered shoes, everything went out of control?

Yang Xuming hesitated for a moment, squatted down, and spread the diary flat on the floor.

Then he freed his left hand to hold the diary and held the red candle, and Yang Xuming turned to the next page.

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On October 27, it rained heavily.

Why can I still write a diary?

It’s really strange.

By the way, the liar asked my father to take me into the hall and said he would exorcise me.

The light in that room was so gloomy and grey at the time, only candles were burning.

The smell of incense candles is also unpleasant.

But I can’t run, nor can I oppose them.

I’m already very weak, and I feel weak all over, and it takes a lot of effort to move my fingers.

The goddess kept beating and screaming, and it made people distracted.

I really want her to stop.

But my father stood aside very religiously and completely believed in this goddess.

But where did Xin’er go? It’s really strange.

Did this silly girl hide herself secretly again?

Wouldn’t you go to the bamboo forest and write secretly behind the stone? It’s so late, isn’t she going home yet?

No… wait a minute, what’s on my feet?

These shoes are not mine, who put them on for me?

It’s so red, like blood, why would I wear these shoes?

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The content of this page is gone as long as I write it here.

Beyond that, everything is blank.

Yang Xuming kept flipping back and found that the pages behind were all blank, without a word, it seemed that the girl behind did not write a diary anymore.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming squatted in the dark corner and swallowed.

He felt that this diary was a little weird.

Especially the last diary is really weird.

I have already written an article on October 27th. Why is the next one still on October 27th?

And the tone of the second article is really strange.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xuming turned the page back to the last diary.

Then he found a strange place.

Below the last diary, there was a new text out of thin air.

Yang Xuming can guarantee that these few lines were absolutely absent when he read it for the first time!

With the dim light of the flashlight, Yang Xuming could clearly see the new text on it…

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Yes, why do I wear these shoes? It’s really strange.

These shoes are not mine at all, they are red and strange, they look like blood.

Why should I wear these shoes?

Shoes…red shoes…red embroidered shoes…

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Then, this page is gone.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds, then slowly turned to the next two pages.

Under the icy moonlight, blood-red text overflowed silently on the blank pages of the book.

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Ah…I remember.

I am already dead…

Why are you looking at my diary?