Although Luo Qingchen has been away from her side for a long time.

But her voice and appearance Zhou Lan has never forgotten, in her memory, in photos, and in dreams, all of them are her shadows, how can she forget it.

So when Luo Qingchen opened his mouth to call out his father, the familiar voice made Zhou Lan immediately look up.

Familiar figures, familiar looks......

"Chenchen. ”

Zhou Lan stood up suddenly, and was about to pounce over, who cares why her daughter appeared, whether it is reasonable or not.

But because I squatted for too long, my feet were numb, and because the movements were too violent, my head was dizzy.

Directly stumbled forward, and everyone exclaimed.

At that moment, a small figure stood in front of her, stopping her from falling.

The warmth of her body, the familiar faces, and even the smell of oblivion, all of this made her feel unreal.

Zhou Lan held Luo Qingchen's cheeks with both hands, looked at her carefully, and asked with tears, "Chenchen?"

"Mom...... Mom. ”

I haven't called my parents for many years, and when I spoke again, Luo Qingchen felt very jerky.

"My baby, do you want to kill your mother?" Zhou Lan hugged her in her arms and cried.

Xuanxuan looked at the mother and daughter hugging each other blankly, for some reason, her eyes were sour, and she wanted to cry a little.

He Sihai gently touched her little head.

"It's none of your business, you can go back first. He Sihai said.

Xuanxuan looked up at him when she heard this, and then smiled: "I'm going home to sleep with my mother." ”

"Go ahead. He Sihai patted her little head.

Xuanxuan glanced at the mother and daughter who were hugging each other again, and one turned around and disappeared without a trace.

"Sister. Luo Wuyang walked over and shouted timidly.

Luo Qingchen, who was hugged by Zhou Lan in her arms, looked at her sideways when she heard this, and said with a smile: "Don't cry, you are an adult, and adults can't cry casually." ”

"Mom is crying too. ”

Luo Wuyang wiped his tears and said very childishly.

"Mom...... Mom. Luo Qingchen struggled twice, reaching out to push Zhou Lan away a little, but the hug was too tight, and she couldn't push it away for a while.

"Xiaolan, you hugged it too tightly. Luo Tianzhi next to him immediately stepped forward and pulled Zhou Lan's arm away.

"Oh......" Zhou Lan immediately let go of her hands when she heard this.

"Mom hurts you, don't you, it's mom who is not good, mom ......" Zhou Lan said and tears came down again.

Luo Qingchen looked at her gray hair and shook his head.

Then he suddenly said, "Mom, you have a lot of gray hair." ”

Zhou Lan was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then wiped her tears and said, "Because my mother is old." ”

The corners of Luo Qingchen's mouth moved when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.

Because she remembered that in the past, every time Zhou Lan had a white hair on her head, she would shout and ask Luo Qingchen to help her pull it out.

Then she would sigh that her mother was old.

She always happily said that her mother is not old.

But now, my mother is really old......

"Chenchen, mom won't let you leave again, mom is here, mom is here......" Zhou Lan gently stroked Luo Qingchen's cheek and said.

When Luo Qingchen heard this, he turned his head to look at Luo Tianzhi next to him.

She heard what Luo Tianzhi said when he picked up her bones just now.

Because of this, many memories that seem to have been put down by her have resurfaced.

I remember when I was very young, my dad always liked to put her around his neck.

At that time, my father was still a teacher and liked to take her to school.

When he was in class, she sat down and scribbled.

Sometimes she gets naughty, and when he is in class, she suddenly calls out to her father.

He will raise the terrifying whip in his hands.

Frightened, she hurriedly closed her eyes tightly.

But each time it was raised high and gently falling, rubbing her little head.

She always holds her head and giggles, she loves the game.

"Chenchen, go home with Mom and Dad. Luo Tianzhi said beside him.

But after speaking, he turned his head to look at He Sihai next to him.

He Sihai is looking at this statue of Ping An Niangniang.

"Mr. He, what's wrong?" Luo Tianzhi stepped forward and asked.

"Luo Huan should have told you, right? Your daughter has become a peaceful mother, I'm afraid it's not just because of the worship of incense, there must be other reasons?"

"You mean this statue?" Luo Tianzhi reacted quickly, and immediately understood what He Sihai meant.

He Sihai nodded when he heard this.

"You get out of the way. ”

He Sihai picked up the tools brought by the security team next to him and smashed them directly on the idol.

His strength was very great, almost just three or two strokes, and he smashed the statue of Ping An Niangniang directly from the bottom, and fell to the ground and broke into several sections.

He Sihai carefully looked at every inch of the statue.

Everyone in the Luo family and Ruan Yuanliang stood aside and watched silently, and they didn't dare to disturb him.

But He Sihai knocked the entire statue to pieces, and he didn't find anything strange.

He took the ledger out of his bosom and flipped to page 75, which is the front of page 38.

The pattern of Ping An Niangniang still has no face, but the clothes on her body are richer in color and layering.

"Mr. He, is there anything you need our help with?" Luo Tianzhi asked in a whisper beside him at this time.

As for Zhou Lan and Luo Wuyang, they only have Luo Qingchen in their eyes, so what do they care about.

"No, I don't. He Sihai turned his head to look at the platform where the statue was placed.

Since the statue is fine, there must be something wrong with the seat.

So he directly raised the hammer, went down with a few hammers, and directly smashed the pedestal.

It was not a cement platform itself, but was cut from bricks, and it was smashed open by him in a few clicks.

He Sihai searched carefully, but still didn't see anything wrong.

Looking at the messy Niangniang Temple, He Sihai fell into deep thought.

The statue and the platform are fine, but it is not in the sky?

He Sihai thought to himself, and subconsciously looked up.

Then he saw that above the statue of Ping An Niangniang, there was a worn-out oil-paper umbrella.

It's just that this oil-paper umbrella is so worn-out that only the umbrella bones remain, and it is hung on the temple beam by a few ropes.

Luo Tianzhi and the others also looked at it curiously.

Is there anything special about this broken umbrella?

At this moment, He Sihai suddenly made a vertical leap, and in the amazement of everyone, he reached out and pulled the umbrella bone off the beam.

Then the red chains that had disappeared before reappeared, poking out of the void and wrapping around the umbrella bones.

Countless gray gases emit into the air.

Then form a familiar face in the air.

It is the peaceful lady in the temple, but she is not full of kindness now.

Instead, his face was full of panic and fear, and his mouth was wide open, as if he were letting out a silent wail, and then disappeared into thin air.

He Sihai opened the account book, and the Ping'an Niangniang, who had no face on the portrait, finally had a face.

But she still maintained the panic and fear when she disappeared, and her wailing could still be heard in her ears.

At the same time, she has an extra umbrella on her head.