A bedridden patient and a neglected child, two unlikely people connected by the topic of a haunted house.
As he lay in bed, Gao Ming didn't understand why the words "haunted house" had slipped out of his mouth when the little boy's brightly colored Lego house looked so beautiful.
It was the first time the little boy looked up at Gao Ming, as if a secret had been revealed, with a mix of panic and curiosity.
Rubbing his hands on his clothes, the boy timidly began, "When my parents had me, they lived in a tiny rental. Although it was not a nice place, they wanted to give me a warm home, so they included the character for 'house' in my name."
"Included a house? Is there a house missing in your life? So that's why it's in your name?" Gao Ming asked, surprised.
