From a young age, Xia Qingqing vaguely realized she was different from ordinary people.
—She could see things others couldn't.
Not only could she see, but she could also directly touch them.
Even use some non-human powers.
Like the little ghost with only a remnant soul before her.
She captured it unintentionally when she was very young (still being weaned).
Named it 'Jelly'.
If she said it couldn't run, this fellow absolutely couldn't leave this room.
If she said stop, it absolutely couldn't move.
It was quite magical.
At first, she thought it was some kind of game. As she grew older, she realized.
The other party wasn't playing a game with her, but was genuinely unable to move or run.
It had to be said, this was a very strange ghost.
It absolutely loved watching all sorts of TV shows, short videos, and novels.
And it was particularly nosy.
Wherever there was a story, it would definitely go to listen.
Even sneakily.
It could be described as extremely enthusiastic.
For a period, the electricity bill at home surged.
The adults thought they had forgotten to turn off the TV or phone.
Unbeknownst to them, it was that fellow who turned on the TV and phone.
Quietly watching in the dead of night.
After being beaten by her, it became a bit more honest.
But its little eyes looked so wronged, as if it were the most pitiful thing.
...
It wasn't until she was two years old that her family began preparing for her education.
The family bought various electronic products and picture books for counting and recognizing characters.
As well as various famous works used in primary and secondary school.
This made that fellow extremely happy.
Every night, it would take out those books and flip through them.
Besides reading, this fellow also seemed to have done other things behind her back.
At first, Xia Qingqing didn't notice.
It wasn't until she was three years old, when she was looking for paper and pens at home to practice calligraphy, that she accidentally discovered:
—This fellow was secretly writing novels!
And had already written many.
Roughly estimated, it was at least as thick as two dictionaries.
Because the paper and pens at home were bought in stacks.
And then stored in a fixed place.
So, unless one looked carefully, or the notebooks were almost used up, one wouldn't see the notebooks at the bottom.
Xia Qingqing was astonished when she discovered it.
This ghost knew more characters than she did!
And could even make up stories!
"Say, did you secretly learn behind my back?!"
In the bedroom, Xia Qingqing confronted Jelly the ghost.
Although this fellow often watched TV and read books.
She watched too.
Being able to watch and being able to write.
Were they the same thing? —No!
In response, Jelly the ghost glared angrily, "It's not my fault you can't write yourself!"
"I don't know either, I just want to write, what do you want?"
"You make a lot of sense, what can I do?" Xia Qingqing flexed her wrists.
Then she punched Jelly the ghost on the head.
With a bang.
Instantly forming a lump on its head.
Jelly the ghost retreated, roaring with anger, "Why are you hitting me if I make sense?!"
"You're unreasonable!"
"Who says I'm unreasonable?"
Xia Qingqing glanced back at it, "I clearly used 'persuading with reason.'"
"What, you're still not convinced?" She raised her little fist again.
"..."
Jelly the ghost immediately fell silent, secretly cursing in its heart.
In summary, for some unknown reason.
This Jelly ghost would sometimes exhibit another demeanor.
—Irritable, prone to petty tricks, and argumentative.
Completely different from its usual persona as a story-loving enthusiast who would do anything for a story...
However, no matter which face it showed, it posed no threat to her.
...
Having a ghost around could sometimes be quite convenient.
In summer, she didn't need air conditioning to stay cool all season.
When sneaking to play games, it could also help keep watch.
When there was no tissue paper in the bathroom,
A single call, and a ghost hand would pass through the wall to deliver tissues.
For a while, she heard that grave robbing was quite profitable.
Xia Qingqing seriously considered whether to send Jelly the ghost to rob graves.
Traps, poisonous gas, and the like should be ineffective against ghosts.
Jelly the ghost could directly pass through walls, grab treasures, and slip away.
Wouldn't that make them rich?
However, before Xia Qingqing could implement her plan, she heard that grave robbing was illegal.
And even if they brought back treasures, how would they explain it to their parents?
That was also a problem.
A child's thoughts come and go quickly.
Xia Qingqing soon forgot about it, and Jelly the ghost thus escaped disaster.
...
Besides tormenting the ghost,
Sometimes Xia Qingqing would wonder if she had a special background.
Just like in Jelly the ghost's novels.
Such as being the reincarnation of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, the daughter of the King of Hell, the sole descendant of the Phoenix clan...
Her thoughts were not unfounded.
When she was five years old, on a night with few stars—
She groggily got up to go to the bathroom, and upon returning, found a figure had appeared in her room.
It was a little girl who looked a bit older than her.
She wore an exquisite long robe, her long hair cascading down as she sat by the bed.
Quietly gazing at the night sky outside the window.
The soft, cold moonlight fell upon her, as if she were gilded with a layer of light.
Xia Qingqing was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the scene.
For some reason, although it was the first time she had seen her.
She felt as if she knew this person, who resembled a moonlit elf.
Or rather... she should know her?
"Hello, Little Qingqing."
The little girl by the bed seemed to sense something, turned her head, and looked at her.
Smiling, she greeted her.
At this moment, Xia Qingqing noticed that the other party actually had two red horns on her head.
"Do you know me?"
She walked forward, asking with a hint of curiosity.
In the corner of the bedroom,
Jelly the ghost cowered in a ball, trembling.
This 'person' before them seemed to be a very powerful being.
No,
Xia Qingqing suddenly had an inexplicable intuition:
—It's not that she seems very powerful, but this 'person' herself is extremely powerful.
Much, much more powerful than she was.
At the same time, another voice in her heart said: She won't hurt you.
"Of course, I know you."
Yan Luo smiled, used her ghostly energy to lift the notebook beside her, "Isn't it written here?"
Under the moonlight,
The notebook was written with somewhat uneven characters: Xia Qingqing.
Xia Qingqing looked at her, "Then what about you, what's your name?"
This 'person' before her, whether it was her aura or her tone.
Gave her a sense of unfamiliar familiarity.
Yan Luo actually thought about it carefully, her eyes showing a hint of slyness:
"I'm older than you, and taller than you, so just call me Little Yan Jie."
She was indeed quite a bit taller than Xia Qingqing now.
Xia Qingqing, without suspicion, obediently called out, "Little Yan Jie."
Yan Luo's eyes lit up, "Little Qingqing is so good~"