A golden-headed giant python

  I understand what Uncle means, and I also know the principle of helping when able. Moreover, I have seen the difficulties faced by Wang's family.

  That was the third day I went to the hospital, and when I passed by the doctor's office on my way to pay the deposit, I saw Wang Shu kneeling down and begging the doctor to extend the deadline. Kneeling down requires a lot of courage for people who value their dignity highly nowadays.

  The doctor in charge didn't show any disgust, but was obviously very indifferent. His response meant that he was only responsible for treating illnesses, but saving lives depended on the family's situation. In the hospital, having money can cure illnesses and save lives, but without it, even living is difficult.

  In this society, it's like this: when you have money, nobody thinks it's a lot, but when you don't have money, even one dollar will be split in half to spend. I deeply experienced this when I was young and won't forget it for the rest of my life.

  I took out 10,000 yuan in cash and thought of my uncle's expression. I couldn't help but think of Yuan Xue. Shouldn't I also try to help that poor little girl? If I were just an ordinary person, I wouldn't have encountered this kind of thing. But since I'm not, shouldn't I also be like what my uncle said, helping as much as I can?

  I directly handed the money over to Aunt Wang, just saying it was Uncle's intention and that they could be trusted, letting her rest assured and take everything. Everything else can wait until Zhang Shu recovers from his illness.

  Aunt Wang held the money I lent her with some trembling, after all, we were just passing by, 10,000 yuan, for an ordinary family, it's not a small amount, equivalent to my uncle and me half a year's living expenses. But borrowing it also made me feel relieved, because this 10,000 can save lives, it's worth it.

  But thinking back, I still can't beat the small-mindedness in my heart, looking high and mighty, but still quite intimidating to others.

  That evening, on the way back from delivering dinner to my uncle, I saw Yuan Xue again after a long time. She was quietly standing under the shade of a tree, looking at me as if hesitating whether to come forward or not.

  I glanced sideways at Ming Yan, and Ming Yan shook his head repeatedly: "It wasn't me, I handed her over to my friend to take care of, and I didn't know she would come here."

  "Your friend?" The ghost's friend should also be a ghost, right! Under the tree shade of the sunset, only Yuan Xue was standing there, without any other ghostly shadows. Was she the one who ran out on her own?

  Anyway, it's considered acquaintance, and I have to go over and say hello when I see you! There are no pedestrians on the road, so no one will think I'm crazy. So I didn't hesitate to talk to Yuan Xue anymore.

  "How did you end up coming out in broad daylight? It's already mid-May, the days are getting longer and the sun is stronger, aren't you afraid of being harmed by the sunlight?" To be honest, I don't dislike this little girl at all, on the contrary, I quite like her, and I don't want anything to happen to her after she dies.

  "Little sister Yue, why can Ming Yan brother follow you around without being afraid of the sunlight?" Yuan Xue looked at Ming Yan standing behind me with confusion and asked.

  Good grief, brother! He's old enough to be my ancestor, yet Yuan Xue calls him brother? I'm speechless, how was I supposed to know all this? The one being asked can't respond, only then did I realize that for so many days, he had been by my side at all times, on the streets, under the sun, in and out of the building, without any fear. I've even unknowingly started treating him like a normal person.

  I bit my finger and looked at Ming Yan with suspicion, what kind of ghost is he? He can appear by my side at any time.

  Ming Yan just smiled faintly at us, without giving me an explanation.

  But his silence didn't mean others didn't know, a man's voice came through the air, startling me, "Because he is different, you just died, he has been dead for hundreds of years, and in the underworld, he has a household registration, he is a ghost with an identity."

  "I see." I nodded vaguely, and after reacting, I looked around, but the voice was invisible. His words were full of doubts, so who was telling the truth? "Who is it? Don't be mysterious. And you said he's not afraid of sunlight, then why did he almost die when he was pinned to the bone before?"

  The one who was speaking suddenly laughed and said to me: "Beauty, lift your head up and you can see me. But let's make it clear beforehand, I'm not a monster, I'm a spirit."

  I followed his instructions, lifted my head to look over, and regretted it as soon as I did. I was so scared that I couldn't move my eyes away. Whether it was a spirit or a monster, in short, it was a soft-bodied creature, the type that I feared most in this life - a giant python with a golden snake head, spitting out red letters and staring at me with its big, struggling eyes.

  Being stared at like this is really scary, even the bravest person would be frightened to death, and I'm no exception, I directly rolled my eyes and fainted.