Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1081 - 1077: Parents

"This is my son. Although he’s a bit messy, he’s actually quite handsome, right?" The middle-aged woman looked at the young man sleeping on the bed, her face full of affection.

Xiao Yue looked at her with some confusion. She had just complained that her son was lacking in this and that, and now she’s praising him.

"He takes after me in looks. I was very pretty when I was young. Unfortunately, I married his dad, who was poor and incompetent. A lifetime with him was just unlucky." The middle-aged woman continued.

Xiao Yue heard this and turned to look around.

This room doesn’t look like the home of a poor person.

Seeming to notice Xiao Yue’s thoughts, the middle-aged woman immediately said, "This house was bought by my son."

Xiao Yue: ??

At this point, Xiao Yue had already realized that the woman in front of her was somewhat difficult. It’s not that she’s a bad person; overall, she’s extremely worldly and contradictory, but Xiao Yue did not point it out.

As for Dou Dou, she remained bewildered, curious about everything around her.

The middle-aged woman’s son, Jiakang’s room is large, filled with things, and quite messy. The computer screen is still on, paused at the game login interface.

The wall opposite the computer desk is a huge transparent cabinet filled with anime figurines.

Dou Dou was very interested in these little figures.

The middle-aged woman also noticed Dou Dou’s gaze, and with a flash of disdain in her eyes said, "Already in his thirties and still likes these childish things. Some clothes have such nonsense written on them, half of the butt exposed. Clearly, not proper at all..."

"People who like these things can’t be anything good. Locking them in a cabinet, isn’t that sick? Once, a child from his third aunt’s family came over and liked the toys inside, so I gave her a few. He yelled at me. Such nonsense, that’s his third aunt who was so kind to him when he was young. His conscience fed to the dogs..."

Dou Dou originally thought about asking her sleeping brother for a few to play with, but upon hearing the middle-aged woman’s words, she immediately gave up the idea.

Xiao Yue, hearing her cursing, became somewhat impatient and directly said, "Alright, let’s focus on the main matter."

"Yes, yes, how do we enter the dream? Hurry and teach me, is there a mantra?" The middle-aged woman said with anticipation.

Xiao Yue said nothing, directly grabbing her wrist, turning into a wisp of blue smoke, and entered the forehead of the man sleeping on the bed.

Dou Dou turned back for another glance at the cabinet, and only then reluctantly turned into a wisp of blue smoke and entered Jiakang’s forehead.

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The brightly lit street was bustling with noise.

Jiakang was sitting with several friends with blurred faces, drinking and eating meat.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Alright, pick any passerby and tell them you love them."

"Hehe~"

"Hehe~"

...

The friends with blurred faces were laughing, and Jiakang was laughing too, looking quite happy.

Dou Dou was just about to step forward when the middle-aged woman got there first. With an angry face, she slapped the back of Jiakang’s head.

"You worthless thing, never doing serious work, just eating and drinking all day..."

The middle-aged woman cursed.

Jiakang was a bit stunned by the hit, turned around confused, and when his gaze fell on the middle-aged woman’s face, he called out incredulously — mom.

With that call, the surrounding scenery began to twist, quickly transforming into a warm afternoon, sunlight streaming in through the window, forming beams of light inside the house.

"Mom~"

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a small boy burst in energetically.

"Is this Jiakang when he was little?"

The middle-aged woman looked around, startled by the recently twisted scene.

"This is our old house, Jiakang remembers it so clearly. There’s so much I’ve forgotten." The middle-aged woman looked around, her face full of emotion.

At that moment, a young woman walked out from the room.

"That’s me, that’s me when I was young," she said excitedly.

Just then, the young woman said, "Are you yelling to summon your soul? Why shout so loudly? Can’t you be gentle with the door? It’s not free if it gets broken, you know?"

Little Jiakang’s originally excited expression froze, and he said softly, "I scored 97 in the exam this time."

"Ninety-seven? Why not a hundred? Where did you lose the other three points? Are you brainless like a pig?"

"But... but 97 is already the first in class." Little Jiakang defended himself in a low voice.

"Being first in class is useless. All your classmates are pig-brained. There’s not a single smart one. Why compare with them? Why not compare with the class next door, or others who score even better..."

The world became noisy and distorted at this moment, like a kaleidoscope, making people dizzy, nauseous, and wanting to vomit.

The sunlight outside the window was unknowingly obscured by clouds, the sky gloomy and threatening rain, the air solidifying and making it hard to breathe.

"What... what’s going on?" The middle-aged woman was a little panicked and lost.

"You were a bit mean when you were young," Dou Dou whispered.

Xiao Yue coldly glanced at her and didn’t reply.

Just then, Little Jiakang said, "Mom, I understand, I was wrong."

This sentence seemed to press the reset button, the originally distorted world instantly returning to normal.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

"Yes."

"If you know, why aren’t you revising? What are you standing here for?"

"Okay."

Little Jiakang replied, and the surrounding scenery twisted again.

This time it was still inside the house. Except for the change in the position of some furnishings, the surroundings didn’t change much.

Only the young woman appeared slightly older, and Little Jiakang grew from a primary school student to a middle school student.

The young woman sat on a chair knitting a sweater, Little Jiakang with a backpack stood beside her looking aggrieved: "Mom, the classmates have agreed that everyone should contribute five yuan for the class gathering."

"You know it’s your classmates who agreed, not your teacher. I don’t have money to give you."

The young woman continued knitting her sweater, not raising her head.

"But everyone has contributed, only I’m left without contributing." Little Jiakang said, somewhat awkwardly.

"Money, money, where do I have so much money for you? I said there isn’t. If it doesn’t work, you won’t participate. Don’t you have your studies to focus on? What gathering, what idleness!" The young woman grumbled.

"Five yuan isn’t much." Little Jiakang said.

"Five yuan isn’t much, but you can’t spend it recklessly. If you truly need it, I’ll certainly give it. But this isn’t for studying."

"But I’ve already told my classmates, and they’ve all contributed." Little Jiakang was almost about to cry.

"I said there isn’t so there isn’t." The young woman picked up the sweater and continued knitting.

Little Jiakang stubbornly stood beside her, tears in his eyes, looking aggrieved.

The middle-aged woman watching the scene snorted disdainfully: "And now he’s feeling aggrieved."

Time ticked by second by second, the air seemed to become thick again...