After Yingying returned home, she was unsurprisingly scolded by her aunt, who confiscated the things Zhang Xin and Zhang's mother had bought for her.
Stood in punishment for another hour.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the house was quiet.
Yingying lay in the small bedroom, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
Images of her father and mother flashed through her mind. Perhaps most children would have forgotten after so many years, but she could never forget.
She saw her mom and dad being carried away and cremated.
Relatives said they were afraid the child would be traumatized, so they didn't let her see her parents one last time. But what they didn't know was that she had secretly seen them, and so she could never forget.
If Yingying were an adult, she would probably understand that this is PTSD.
But now she was still a child, not understanding these things, only knowing that she wanted to see her mom and dad, wanted to be with them.
The more I think, the less I can sleep.
Even after counting three hundred sheep, she still couldn't fall asleep.
On the bedside table next to the bed, there was a small lamp. Its faint light illuminated the room, seemingly offering Yingying a bit of comfort.
She thought for a long, long time, not noticing the time inching closer to midnight. She remembered running into Brother Zhang and Auntie during the day and wondered if they would come looking for her again
At that moment, a piece of paper suddenly appeared before Yingying's eyes, floating in the air.
She wasn't afraid at all. She reached out, pulled the paper onto herself, and only then realized it was a piece of yellow paper with something indiscernible drawn on it.
Just as Yingying was about to see the pattern clearly, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. And so, she closed her eyes.
At this moment, Zhang Xin, who was tightly wrapped in a quilt, looked at the two angry people in front of him. No matter how he tried to explain, they wouldn't listen, and the man's hand was already on Zhang Xin's neck.
Zhang Xin felt like he was about to suffocate.
Suddenly, a flash of white light streaked through the room!
The couple in front of her had already disappeared, and in her sleep, Yingying saw her long-lost father and mother.
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At exactly eight in the morning, Uncle Zhang came to find Wen Ying with breakfast.
Since discovering Wen Ying's true skills, Uncle Zhang learned to surf the internet and watch live streams.
Of course, at his core, he was still that honest man.
"Xiaoying! Something terrible has happened! Your secret has been exposed!"
Uncle Zhang rushed in anxiously and saw Wen Ying watering the flowers. Wen Ying heard the noise but didn't turn around, continuing to water the plants. After all, this was the spiritual water she had to use daily for the Zhu Yu grass.
Although the spiritual energy inside was somewhat sparse, it was still better than ninety-nine percent of the world.
"Uncle Zhang, what happened so early in the morning?"
"Xiao Ying, look at the trending searches! Did you stream last night? They're saying all sorts of things, claiming you were spreading false information and promoting superstitions during your stream! Look! Someone even recorded a video! What are we going to do? If people find out, will they criticize you? I've seen those crazy people before. A few years ago, I saw a young girl ruin someone else's face for the sake of some celebrity idol. It's terrifying!"
Uncle Zhang was worried that Wen Ying might get hurt.
Listening to Uncle Zhang's words, Wen Ying finished watering the Zhuyucao, wiped her hands briefly, and said, "I didn't expect it to trend so quickly."
Looking at Wen Ying, who didn't seem worried at all, Uncle Zhang was really anxious. "Xiao Ying, this is a big deal! Aren't you concerned?"
"Uncle Zhang, what evidence do you have to prove that what they saw in my live stream was a ghost? In this day and age, there's all kinds of high-tech stuff. What if this is just a script? What if I hired someone to act it out?"
Uncle Zhang was a bit stunned when he heard this.
He hadn't thought about these things, because in his heart, Wen Ying was truly someone capable of such feats. So, broadcasting these things that the world shouldn't know about seemed normal. But now..
Faking it?
Why didn't I think of that?
Yes, exactly, it's a fraud!
"Xiaoying, you young people really have quick minds. When the time comes, I'll vouch for you!"
When Uncle Zhang left, he took ten banknotes, each worth a small fortune.
But it seemed that all of them underestimated the trending topic this time. Wen Ying had frequently appeared on the trending list, often at the top, and had already offended many people. This time was no exception.
She trended on social media, and the original trending topic would be pushed out, which meant taking a piece of someone else's cake.
Soon, someone found the original news about this incident and posted it online, proving that this Dr. Wen was indeed promoting superstition. One by one, people began to report him.
This time, the matter suddenly escalated.
Of course, it's because someone is taking advantage of the chaos to stir things up.
And Wen Ying, who was originally trending at the top, suddenly disappeared from the hot search, with no trace of the news to be found.
And Wen Ying's Weibo account was directly banned because of this incident.
Uncle Zhang became even more anxious when he saw this.
He thought this was Wen Ying's livelihood. If these people reported Wen Ying and got her banned, how would she make money in the future?
So, Uncle Zhang ran towards the clinic once again.
It was unexpected to encounter the officers from the police station halfway there; after all, we had interacted a few times and everyone knew each other.
Unexpectedly, their destination turned out to be Wen Ying's clinic.
"Dr. Wen, have you heard about the trending topic?"
Wen Ying, who had originally planned to read a book, nodded. "I know, it's trending. Is there some new policy you want to tell me about?"
Seeing Wen Ying's calm and composed demeanor, the officers at the police station couldn't help but smile wryly. They were all quite familiar with Dr. Wen by now.
He was an unequivocal master.
As long as it was within the bounds of the law, they still had to make things easier for Dr. Wen.
"I'd like to consult Dr. Wen about this matter. Is it true?"
"Whether it's true or false depends on which answer you want to hear."
Hearing Wen Ying say this, the answer had already emerged, and they knew it in their hearts.
"This matter indeed seems absurd to many people. We don't know much either, but for now, we still need to keep this information confidential. We hope Dr. Wen can understand; this is our job, and it's also the policy from above. What do you think?"
"Of course, to cooperate with the work. I am a law-abiding good citizen."
"Alright, then we'll dispel the rumors. We'll contact Weibo's official support to help Dr. Wen unlock the account."
"My account has been banned?" Wen Ying finally showed a look of shock
"Dr. Wen, don't you know?"
The two sides stood facing each other, staring in silence.
"Xiao Ying doesn't like going online, so she still doesn't know about the things on the internet. It was me who told her about the trending search this morning," Uncle Zhang finally managed to interject.
He had been somewhat worried about little Ying, but seeing the attitude of the comrades at the police station towards her, he realized his concerns were unfounded.
There is absolutely no need for him to testify.
A long-time live-streaming internet celebrity doesn't like going online?