Splendid peasant girl busy farming

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 couldn't feel sleepy at all.

"Mei'er, why aren't you sleeping yet? You've been doing needlework all night, aren't you still sleepy?" Mrs. 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 sleep in your room while I cook two pancakes and fall 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 all around and she couldn't get out.

At this time, she heard someone calling her.

"Meier, Meier."

That voice was strange yet familiar, familiar yet strange.

"embolus?"

"Shuanzi, where are you?"

In the dream, Yang Huamei didn't seem to know that Wang Shuanzi was no longer alive. She followed the voice and walked out of the thick fog 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 were crying.

Yang Huamei was puzzled, "Shuanzi, is that you? What are you doing standing there? Why are you still crying?"

"Shuanzi, what are you talking about? Who the hell bullied you? Tell me!"

Yang Huamei asked anxiously, walking forward quickly, trying to get 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 your head 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 did you say you were doing? Why were you crying in the dream? It scared me to death!"

Mrs. Tan muttered and put the candlestick back on the table.

It's unsafe to place this thing too close to the bed. 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 and wiping tears.

Mrs. 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 immediately 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 I scream, Shuanzi just won't look back at me."

"Tell me, does he know that I am remarrying and is annoyed with me, so he refuses to turn around and look at me?" "How is that possible? He has been dead for two years, he doesn't know what he's doing! "

"Mom, he must have some knowledge. He knew that I was going to remarry. He was annoyed with me. That's why he refused to turn around and see me. Mom, that 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? Are you still angry? Why does he have the right to be angry? How shameless is he?"

"If you have the ability, come to me, an old woman, and enter my dream, and see if I don't kill her!"

In the eyes of Yang Huamei, Tan's arrogant and arrogant look made even her, her biological daughter, a little timid.

"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 Shuan Zi because of a ridiculous dream of mine. He is innocent."

"Besides, if I hadn't been willful and quarreled with him back then, he wouldn't have gone into the mountains to pick the wild berries I like to eat just to coax me..."

After all, it was me who killed Shuanzi, and now I want to betray him and remarry someone else...

Seeing Yang Huamei like this, Tan lost interest in continuing to condemn Wang Shuanzi.

"Go to the urine bucket and take a dip, then have a good sleep. Nothing will happen when you wake up."

"Well, I'll go right away."

……

In the front yard, the house of Yang Yongqing and Xiao Mo.

Tonight is a special day. After midnight, it will be 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 quite lively and warm.

But when I thought about the house opposite to this house, it was 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. Yang Yongxian burned some paper money or something...

Normally I don't think anything of it, the door to that room is always closed anyway.

But on a day like tonight, little Mo felt particularly frightened.

It always felt like someone was standing there outside the window.

When I slept until midnight, my youngest son needed to pee.

Little Mo groped his way out of bed, took Little Erzi in his arms, and went to the urine bucket in front of the door to pee.

Then, I heard a "crunching..." sound coming from the main room outside.

The sound came from Yang Yongxian's house opposite.

Little Mo Shi trembled 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..."

Half of little Mo's body was numb.

My son himself knows that these two unclear pronunciations mean uncle when translated.

Usually when Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi and the others tease him, he calls them like this.

But this night, Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongzhi were not here.

Who could he be calling uncle?

Is it...?

Little Mo 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...