MTL - My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Internet Loves Her.

Chapter 8 Crying like a bunny

Mr. Su coughed twice.

“Little aunt, didn’t you promise to help your two great-nephews catch ghosts?” He said while winking at Mrs. Su and her sons.

The six brothers didn't know the details of the letter. Seeing Mr. Su like this, they naturally followed suit.

“Yes, grandma, those two brats were so frightened that they cried and didn’t even come back from the banquet today.”

“If you go back, they will not dare to go home again.”

Mianmian tilted her head: "Then I'll see where the ghost is now, and then I'll go home after catching him."

As she spoke, she got up from the sofa and took out a mini disc from her bag. There was only a small wooden plate as big as her own palm, like a small toy, with a pointer on it.

When everyone in the Su family saw this, they had no choice but to follow Mianmian.

Su Chenfei just heard Mianmian and his eldest brother talking about something he didn't understand. Now that he had the chance, he approached Su Chenjin and asked.

Since his family had nothing to hide, Su Chenjin whispered what he knew.

 First, he was in love with Lin Rou, and Lin Rou used some supernatural means on him. Secondly, there is a master behind Lin Rou who gave Lin Rou a ghost. Just now he wanted to propose marriage but was possessed by the ghost. Third, it might be because he was possessed by a ghost. He just saw what a ghost looked like. Fourth, the little aunt solved the tricks Lin Rou used on him, and also suppressed the ghosts and put them into the Buddhist beads.

After Su Chenjin finished speaking, Mr. Su also told the contents of the letter.

Su Chenfei, who has always believed in science, was dumbfounded.

If his brother is not crazy, is there really a ghost in this world? And the little aunt holding a small disk in front and with small arms and legs, is she an expert who can roll ghost **** into **** and stuff them into a bracelet of Buddhist beads?

Su Chenfei thought again of those people in the banquet hall who had lost their front teeth and had unclean mouths.

 For a moment, the figure with the small **** in front grew strangely taller.

Mianmian didn't know that she was being worshiped by her seventh grandnephew. She walked around several rooms with a small compass, but there was no movement on the compass, and she couldn't help but yawned greatly.

So tired.

  The little breast dumpling’s short legs slowed down, and the speed of his little head also slowed down little by little.

Mrs. Su was the first to notice something was wrong. She walked two steps quickly, knelt down and hugged Mianmian.

With support behind her, Mianmian looked back and saw the gentle niece-in-law she had just met. She curled her lips and wanted to smile, but was unable to resist the call of sleepyheads, so she closed her eyes and fell into sleep.

Mrs. Su caught the small disc that Mianmian couldn't hold, put it into Mianmian's small bag, then turned around and shushed, signaling for the family to be quiet.

The bed in the bedroom was made of the softest baby fabrics. Lying in the middle, her little face turned red in a short while, so cute.

“Well, it’s not a problem to hide it.” Mrs. Su sighed with emotion.

 The whole family was silent.

Hiding something is not a problem, and speaking out is not a problem either. The letter said that my sister-in-law came here alone. If she knew, who knew what mysterious means she would use to get back?

When everyone in the Su family felt a headache, they suddenly heard the little **** the bed making milky sounds and shouting: "Mom, Daddy! Mommy, Daddy, wake up!"

This made them all startled and they hurried to the bed.

However, he saw Xiao Naituanzi frowning and closing his eyes tightly. It was obvious that he had not woken up yet. Is this a dream? Did you still dream about your parents sleeping? This is how to do?

Mianmian was indeed dreaming. In her dream, she returned to the mountain.

Daddy’s mother and other relatives were all sleeping in their respective rooms. No matter how she shouted, pushed, or naughtily covered their noses and mouths, they didn’t wake up.

"Papa, mother?" The call was not answered, Mianmian's nose was sore, and big tears poured out, "Papa, mother, don't sleep, Mianmian is back."

The more she cried, the smaller her **** began to twitch, and her tearful eyes suddenly thought of the family's treasure.

That is the sacred monument of the Jiang family. Her mother told her that when the Jiang family encounters difficulties that cannot be solved, they will turn to the sacred monument for help.

Thinking of this, Mianmian wiped her tears with her little hands and ran towards the monument. Because he was running too fast, he tripped over a stone on the roadside and fell.

Ignoring her sore knees, she stretched out her little hands to hold the sacred tablet in front of her, and silently prayed for her as her mother told her.

The monument suddenly glowed, and a young couple appeared beside the monument, their eyes full of heartache for Mianmian.

 “Good boy, don’t cry.”

 “Daddy’s little Mianbao, don’t cry.”

With tears in her eyes, she couldn't see clearly what her parents looked like, and she just wanted to throw herself at them: "Daddy, Mom, why have you become souls?" She hugged her father enough, and went to hug her mother again, because she couldn't wake her up just now. Relatives, so the dark eyes were full of panic.

 The couple looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.

 This is a disaster brought by heaven.

 The land of China has entered the Age of Ending Dharma for many years, and all the gods and Buddhas have responded to the calamity, either falling into deep sleep or descending to earth to reincarnate. The Jiang family's monument predicted a month ago that there would be a catastrophe in the Dragon Kingdom, and the only breakthrough was their daughter Mianmian.

"Mianmian, mom and dad are just in trouble." Mianmian's mother said softly, "There is a small bottle here. Mianmian just needs to use the skills you have learned to be liked by many people, do more good deeds, and fill the bottle, mom and dad. You can come back.”

Mianmian’s father nodded: “Yes, Mianmian, my dear, your parents are waiting inside the monument for you to wake up.”

 In fact, the space in the pure bottle is endless, and Mianmian doesn’t know how long it will take to complete this task. The child they had been praying for for more than 50 years was only a little over three years old, and the burden was already so heavy.

Tears also kept flowing from the corners of the eyes of the couple, but the adults cried quietly.

 The disaster will not happen if they don’t want it. They guard their daughter until the last day and fall asleep in response to the disaster. This is the limit of what they can do.

Just like now, they use their souls to meet their daughter's soul once, and use their words to tell her daughter about it. This is also a limited time opportunity to pray for the monument.

 And now, the time is almost up.

The couple chattered: "Mianmian must be obedient at the eldest nephew's house and don't be too willful. The mountain will be temporarily closed, and you don't have to come back to see your parents. Do you understand?"

"It doesn't matter if mom and dad are asleep. Mianbao, don't think about it all the time. You must be happy."

With the gentle instructions in her ears, Mianmian shook her head and cried, "No, don't be happy, I want mom and dad to wake up."

 “Don’t be obedient, just listen to your parents…”

 But her shouting failed to save her parents, and she was left with the cold bottle in her little hands.

 Mianmian cried and woke up from her sleep. She lay there blankly for a while, the corners of her eyes still red from crying for a long time.

That was a dream, right? She had had nightmares before, and her parents told her not to believe the things in her dreams. As long as you go home, you can definitely see Mommy Daddy!

Mianmian clenched her fists and carefully twisted her body to the bedside.

 A white porcelain bottle was squeezed out of the quilt. The porcelain bottle was exactly the same as the one in the dream.

Just now, I comforted myself that as soon as I got home, I would see my mother’s little breasts, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the porcelain bottle.

When I reacted, tears started to fall again.

Mrs. Su was sleeping deeply.

　　The old man had nightmares for several days while wearing the Buddhist beads bracelet, and he was not in good spirits. Now I have the bonus of the jade bracelet given by Mianmian. I originally wanted to take care of Mianmian, but I fell asleep unknowingly.

However, subconsciously, Mrs. Su still remembered that there was a small breast that needed to be taken care of on the bed. She reached out and touched it, but it was empty, and then she woke up.

The room was already dimly lit, and a small figure in pajamas sat motionless by the bed.

Mrs. Su secretly blamed herself for falling asleep and cautiously walked to Mianmian's side.

 At first glance, Xiaonuituanzi’s big eyes were red, like a little rabbit.

Mrs. Su felt even more distressed: "Little aunt Mianmian, don't cry, don't cry."

Mianmian still just shed tears silently.

Mrs. Su didn't dare to take the initiative to mention Mianmian's parents, so she silently took Mianmian's position.

If she were a little aunt, she would really feel that she was the most pitiful child in the world.

So Mrs. Su hugged the little breast dumpling and started to shed tears.

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