182. My Hobby Is Pretending to Be Someone Else (10)

Dad Wei felt that the whole day was magical.

First, he lost his keychain, and then his secretary asked who lost the keychain. When he stood up, he was dragged to see the boss.

They met in the hospital. The boss had experienced the joy of his son waking up, and his whole body was full of joy. When he saw Dad Wei, he immediately asked for help.

Ask him which master made the sachet, and he wanted to ask for one for his son.

Dad Wei was confused again.

In the end, he only said that his daughter gave it to him to keep him safe. The boss could only look forward to him asking Wei Rou who made the sachet.

At their level, they would more or less believe in such things, and generally they would seek peace of mind, but this time the boss's son fainted strangely, and he had not woken up for so many days. He had been looking for doctors and medicines everywhere during this period. I don’t know how many legendary powerful doctors he had found, but it was useless.

He was about to give up hope, but it turned out that a sachet woke him up smoothly.

At first, when the boss found that his son woke up, he didn't think it was because of the sachet, but after resting for a while, he began to say that he always felt that something was pressing on his body, especially his heart, and it made him unable to breathe. He had been unconscious for so long, but in fact, his consciousness was always clear, but he couldn't open his eyelids and couldn't move his whole body.

Just now, when the boss held his hand, he suddenly felt that the thing pressing on his heart had left.

It couldn't be because he held his son's hand. The boss searched and searched and found the sachet.

The workmanship of the sachet was also very strange. It was not gorgeous, nor did it have complicated patterns. The fabric looked very simple, just like it was cut from an ordinary piece of clothing. It felt like something was put inside, bulging.

Now this seemingly ordinary and simple sachet has been tied to his son with a rope by the boss. He really can't accept the loss of his last relative.

When Wei's father came home, he asked Wei Rou. Wei Rou was also stunned. She subconsciously looked at Wei Mingyan who was sitting at the table. When Wei Mingyan nodded, she admitted that she made it herself. She put some glutinous rice and willow leaf crumbs in it. Because everyone said that these things can drive away evil spirits, she made it and gave it to Wei's father.

Although he always felt that his daughter was hiding something from him, Wei's father still told the boss so. Since his son woke up because of a sachet, the boss has become the most superstitious person and worshipped Buddha and burned incense everywhere.

After getting the answer that it was the daughter of the Wei family who made it, the boss wanted to meet this little girl, but felt that it was awkward to meet like this, so he simply offered to buy the sachet.

Wei Rou said that he could make another one for her. The boss said that the sachet saved his son's life. Wei's father did not ask for money. After Wei Rou agreed, he gave the sachet to Wei Rou.

More and more "experts" were introduced to the boss, but only the sachet was useful. Wei's father's position in the company was like a rocket. He sat in a position that he thought he would never be able to sit in his life.

There were people gossiping behind his back, but although he was promoted at an unusually fast speed, his work attitude and ability were not much less than others. Even if he was a little uncomfortable at the beginning, he has now successfully secured his position.

He has been in a good mood recently, his salary has increased more and more, his daughter's study is going well, and his wife's work is also good. Seeing that his wedding anniversary with his wife is coming soon, Dad Wei suggested that the family take a family photo.

Their family photo was taken every three or five years before. Although it has only been a year this time, it was Dad Wei who got promoted.

Wei Rou and Wei's mother had no objection, and the family quickly decided to take leave together the next day to take the photo.

On the day of the photo shoot, Wei Mingyan followed.

Wei Rou winked at him quietly, stood to the left without making a sound, and vacated the position on the right so that the boy could stand there.

"Hey, ask the little sister to stand in the middle. If you just stand on one side, it will be ugly."

"It's okay, just take the photo like this."

Wei Rou insisted on standing in the original position, and the person taking the photo had a headache, "You don't look good standing like this, only the family of four stands like this."

Wei's father and mother turned their heads and persuaded their daughter, "Just stand in the middle, we are sitting together, you stand in the middle and it will look good."

"No, I think it's good for me to stand here."

No matter what her parents said, the girl stood firmly on one side and refused to move. The person taking the photo didn't look good either, and muttered something like don't blame him if the photos don't look good when they are developed.

The boy watched Wei Rou being persuaded by her parents, and slowly let go of the hand holding Wei's mother's chair. Others couldn't see him, only Wei Rou could hear him lowering his head slightly as if he was a little disappointed and whispered, "Forget it, you stand in the middle."

"Hey..."

Wei Rou opened her mouth to call him, but then remembered that others couldn't see Wei Mingyan, so she could only watch him leave here.

After taking the photo, Dad and Mom Wei happily took their daughter out to play. There was a square nearby. They used to take Wei Rou to play there, but later, as Wei Rou grew up, they gradually became busy and rarely came.

Both husband and wife had smiles on their faces, but when they turned around, they saw their daughter walking behind them with a sullen look, and they were a little confused.

"Rou Rou, it's rare for you to come out to play, why are you so unhappy?"

Mom Wei walked over and held her daughter's hand, "Let's go, there's a pigeon feeder over there, let's go feed the pigeons."

Wei Rou didn't want to go, she was still thinking about the boy's departure just now, and she always felt that he must be very sad.

"Look at the pigeons over there, there are so many!"

Dad Wei also shouted, and the girl looked up unintentionally, but saw a boy sitting in front of the fountain under the flying pigeons, smiling and waving at her.

Wei Rou's eyes lit up immediately.

When she walked over, she saw someone taking pictures. He looked quite young, probably a student. Wei Rou glanced at the boy who was happily looking at the pigeons, and walked over to the young man.

"Hello, can you take a picture of me and my family? I'll give you the price of the photo studio, okay?"

The young man agreed with a bright smile.

Dad Wei and Mom Wei were both puzzled as to why they had to take another picture after taking the picture just now. But seeing that their daughter insisted, they didn't want to make her unhappy, so they also stood over.

This time, the two of them sat in front of the fountain, and Wei Rou stood next to Dad Wei.

The young man counted down and shouted three, two, one to shoot. Except for Wei Rou, no one knew that there was a boy standing next to Mom Wei, who was imitating Wei Rou's hand and stretched out his hand to make a scissors hand gesture, smiling shyly.

The film was delivered to Dad Wei, who carefully protected it from being exposed. Dad Wei smiled and said that he could take it to the photo studio on the way home.

It was rare for Wei's father and mother to go out together. They were in a good mood and walked together in front. Wei Rou fell behind and quietly asked Wei Mingyan, "How long have you been exposed to the sun? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

She still remembered that the boy had told her that the wound on his face was caused by the sun when he just died.

"It's okay. The sun is not too strong now."

The boy shook his head, his eyes sparkling under his mask, "This is my first time taking a photo."

He said this with a smile, but Wei Rou felt inexplicably sad. She whispered, "Every time I take a photo in the future, we will take it at once."

"Yeah!"

Wei Mingyan nodded, and his eyes looked at Wei's father and mother who were talking and laughing in front.

"They have a good relationship."

"Yes, I have never seen them quarrel since I was a child. Even if they quarrel, they will make up the next day."

The boy looked at the couple with bright eyes and murmured, "It's great."

"What?"

Wei Rou didn't hear clearly and asked again.

In front, Wei's mother looked back and saw her daughter falling so far behind again, and called out, "Rou Rou, hurry up, mom and dad won't wait for you!"

"Coming!"

Wei Mingyan and Wei Rou ran to them quickly. This time, Wei Rou held Wei's mother's arm, and Wei Mingyan walked beside Wei's father.

***

Wei's father has been in a good mood recently. Wei's mother reminded him early this morning that it was time to pick up the photos. He went to the photo studio. In addition to the photos taken here, the boss also developed the film he sent that day.

He looked through the photos one by one with a smile, and when he saw the photo of the square, his expression showed disbelief.

The photo was the way he remembered.

Wei's father and Wei's mother sat in front of the fountain. Wei Rou smiled and stood beside him, stretching out her scissor hand, but beside Wei's mother, there was a person who was not in her memory.

The boy who saved him that day wore a mask, and had the same posture as Wei Rou, with a shy smile.

How could this be possible!

Dad Wei took the photo and turned it over and over, but no matter how he looked at it, the boy was standing next to Mom Wei and smiling.

He took the photo home in a daze, and this time he really planned to find a master to ask.

Mom Wei was not back from work yet, and Dad Wei had to go out to buy vegetables first. He thought about it and put the photo in the drawer.

When he came back, he saw Mom Wei crying and couldn't stand up.

"What's wrong?"

Dad Wei was startled and hurried forward to help, but was grabbed by his wife. She handed him the photo with shaking hands, "Old Wei, it's our son, this is our son!"

"What are you talking about, our son has been dead for more than ten years..."

Dad Wei subconsciously refuted, but froze halfway through.

"I won't make a mistake. I made this sweater myself and burned it for him. And it was clearly the three of us who took the photo that day..."

Mother Wei held the photo, tears streaming down her face. She reached out her hand and touched the boy's figure with care, "Look, he looks so much like you..."

Dad Wei looked hesitantly at the boy wearing a mask in the photo.

"But our child was just born when he died. Even if it's true... he shouldn't be this big..."

But no matter what he said, Mom Wei just held the photo and insisted that her son was back.

When Wei Rou opened the door, she noticed that the atmosphere was wrong. She looked at her parents, but saw her mother's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her father was persuading her.

She was holding a photo in her hand.

"Mom..."

The girl walked forward hesitantly, quietly looking at the boy sitting next to her who stretched out his hand as if he wanted to comfort her but didn't dare to, and took advantage of her parents' inattention to make a mouth shape.

[What's wrong? ]

Wei Mingyan shook his head, and Wei Rou had to go up by herself. When she saw the figure of the boy in the photo, she was shocked. Before she could think of a way to explain, Mom Wei had already grabbed her hand.

"Rou Rou, don't be afraid, this is your brother, he won't hurt you..."

The author has something to say: The first ten little angels will receive red envelopes, and the next twenty random ones will receive kisses

This world is expected to end soon. I don't know if you have noticed that the style of the later chapters is different from the first two chapters. Although I don't want to admit it, the author is scared by what he wrote

Even if I write during the day, I still think about the plot uncontrollably at night, especially when everyone thinks it's just words, but in the author's mind, it's all iron pictures...

Especially when there is a nervous cat at home, always fighting wits and courage with its tail inexplicably in the air, this feeling is really sour