Chapter 10726
Old house, east room.
Although Old Yang’s snoring could be heard from the guest room across the wall, Yang Huamei was tossing and turning on the bed in the east room, but she was not sleepy at all.
"Mei'er, why aren't you sleeping yet? You've been doing needlework all night, aren't you sleepy yet?" Ms. Tan was also awakened by Yang Huamei's actions and asked in a muttered voice.
Yang Huamei: "I drank too much tea at night. Who wouldn't be a little bit like this? Mom, you slept in bed. I cooked two pancakes and fell asleep."
Frying pancakes is Tan's catchphrase. The old lady likes to describe being unable to sleep and tossing and turning in bed as making pancakes. Not to mention, it is quite vivid.
So Tan smiled softly, turned over and went to sleep.
Yang Huamei lay in her own position and turned over a few more times. Gradually, she fell asleep.
In the dream, she came to the edge of a forest. There was thick fog everywhere and she couldn't get out.
At this time, she heard someone calling her.
"Meier, Meier."
That voice is strange and familiar, familiar and strange.
"Shuanzi?"
"Shuanzi, where are you?"
Yang Huamei in the dream didn't seem to know that Wang Shuanzi was no longer alive, so she followed the voice We walked out of the thick fog and came to the foot of a big tree deep in the forest.
She saw Wang Shuanzi standing under the big tree in front of her with his back to her.
He lowered his head and slumped his shoulders, as if he was crying.
Yang Huamei was puzzled, "Shuanzi, is that you? What are you doing standing there? Why are you still crying?"
"Shuanzi, what the hell are you talking about? Did he bully you? Tell me!"
Yang Huamei asked anxiously, walking forward quickly, trying to walk to him.
The strange thing is that there seems to be an invisible wall of air blocking the front. No matter how hard she tries, she can't get through.
"Shuanzi, Shuanzi, turn around and look at me, Shuanzi!"
Yang Huamei slapped the wall of air in front of her with both hands, crying and shouting desperately.
However, Wang Shuanzi always turned his back to Yang Huamei. No matter how Yang Huamei shouted, he would not turn his head.
But even so, Yang Huamei could still feel the deep sadness flowing out of Wang Shuanzi's body, engulfing Yang Huamei bit by bit.
Until Mrs. Tan patted her face, Yang Huamei suddenly opened her eyes and found that there was light in front of her eyes. It turned out that Mrs. Tan got out of bed directly, brought the candlestick on the table to the bedside, and was looking at herself at a close distance.
"Mom, what's wrong with me?"
"What do you think is wrong with you? Why did you cry in the dream? It scared me to death!"
Ms. Tan muttered and put the candlestick back on the table.
Putting this thing too close to the bed is unsafe. It could easily set the tent on fire, and that would be the end of it!
Mrs. Tan put down the candlestick and brought a bowl of herbal tea to Yang Huamei back to the bedside.
At this time, Yang Huamei had already sat up, leaning on the bedside to wipe her tears.
Tan brought her herbal tea and asked her what she was dreaming about and why she was crying like this.
Yang Huamei told Mrs. Tan about the dream just now.
When Tan heard this, his face dropped.
He only gently patted Yang Huamei's back and said: "Dreams are all random dreams, blind dreams, don't take it seriously, it will be fine when you wake up."
However, Yang Huamei didn't think so, " Mom, no matter how much I yell, Shuanzi just refuses to look back at me."
"Tell me, does he know that I want to remarry? You are so annoyed with me that you don’t even want to turn around and look at me?” “How is that possible? He has been dead for two years, what the hell!”
“Mom. , He must have some knowledge, and knew that I was going to remarry. He was annoyed with me, so he refused to turn around and see me. Mom, this must be like this..."
"Oh, even if this is the case, so what? If he has the ability, he can still come to his senses!" Tan immediately shouted.
"I am a short-lived ghost who has dragged others down. Don't you feel indebted to me? Are you still angry? Why does he have the right to be angry? How big of a face is he?"
"If you can, just attack me, an old woman. Come, come into my dream, and see if I don’t kill him!”
Tan’s arrogant look made even her own daughter feel timid in Yang Huamei’s eyes.
"Mom, I guess Shuanzi wouldn't dare to enter your dream." Yang Huamei whispered.
You know, ghosts are afraid of evil people. Although you are a sharp-tongued person, but with your temper, Shuanzi will definitely not dare to come in!
"Mom, the deceased is the greatest, don't scold Shuanzi because of a ridiculous dream of mine. He is innocent."
"Besides, if it weren't for that, If I'm willful and I quarrel with him, he won't run in just to coax me. I went deep into the mountains to pick the wild berries I like to eat..."
In the final analysis, it was me who killed Shuanzi, and now I want to betray him and remarry someone else...
Tan saw Yang Huamei In this way, he lost interest in continuing to condemn Wang Shuanzi.
"Go and take a dip in the urine bucket, and then have a good sleep. Nothing will happen when you wake up."
"Well, I'll go right away."
...
< br>The front yard, the house of Yang Yongqing and Xiao Mo.
Tonight is a special day. After midnight, it is the Hungry Ghost Festival.
So the fourth bedroom had dinner early, took a shower and went to bed.
Because the family lived in the same room, Mr. Mo took his son to sleep on the same bed, and Yang Yongqing took his daughter to sleep on the same bed. The two beds faced each other, which was lively and warm.
But when I think about the fact that the door to this house is the house where my elder brother Yang Yongxian lived before his death, especially in that house, for many years, Old Yang would light white candles and place offerings in it, and even on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, he I'm going to burn some paper money for Yang Yongxian in that room...
I usually don't think anything of it, since the door of that room is closed anyway.
But on a day like tonight, little Mo felt particularly frightened.
It always felt like someone was standing there outside the window.
While sleeping until midnight, my little son needed to pee.
Little Mo Shi groped his way out of bed, took Xiao Erzi into his arms, and went to the urine bucket in front of the door to urinate.
Then, I heard a 'crunching...' sound coming from the main room outside.
The sound came from Yang Yongxian’s house opposite.
Little Mo Shi shivered and was about to take her little son to bed.
As a result, the child who had been sleeping with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. The little guy raised his finger and pointed at the closed door, and cried out in a sweet voice: "bb..."
< br>Half of little Mo's body was numb.
My son knows very well that these two unclear pronunciations mean uncle when translated.
He usually calls Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi and the others to tease him like this.
But this night, Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongzhi were not here.
Who could he be calling uncle?
Could it be...?
Little Mo's couldn't bear it any longer. She didn't care whether the child had been wiped clean or not. She carried him and stumbled back to the bed. She pulled the thin quilt to cover the mother and child, trembling all over...
(End of this chapter)