June 20th is the memorial day of He Huan's mother.

My mother died in a fire, and this year is the fourth year. From the second year after his mother's death, whenever the sacrifice day was approaching, He Huan would dream of his mother's seven orifices bleeding. His mother would always remind He Huan one after another, asking him to go to see his father.

Father?hehe...... From the moment the woman entered the door, He Huan's dictionary was no longer synonymous with "father".

Every year, He Hui would deliberately visit his mother one day later, add some incense to her grave, and bring a few of her mother's favorite pastries to say a few words with her mother's photos. That's him, the most vulnerable time of the year.

The reason why he went a day late was because he was afraid that he would bump into his father. But after three years, the facts have repeatedly proved to He Harmony that his father doesn't remember his mother at all. Year after year, when he went to offer incense to his mother, he would see the weeds growing densely under her tombstone, in the crevices of the dirt that had not been tended for a long time.

But this time, He Huan went a whole week late.

He Huan vaguely remembered that the day he jumped off the building was the day before his mother's memorial day, June 19. The moment he fell from the thirteenth floor, the hourglass of time seemed to be suddenly shattered, and there was a "bang", and the golden sand was everywhere.

And the memories in between, no matter how He Huan thinks about it, are all blank.

He Harmony had a splitting headache.

He doesn't remember, he doesn't remember anything.

He doesn't remember what happened after he jumped off the building, he doesn't remember what Li Minghao said about how Meng Li'er persuaded him, he doesn't remember why Meng Meng'er is called Meng Li'er, and he doesn't remember whether the so-called week really existed. He was confused, he looked at everything as if it were fake, and his world, in the popular phrase of the moment, was broken.

The permanent damage to the body is nothing, anyway, it's useless to keep that thing, since she left, He Huan has become pure-hearted, and if it's gone, it's gone. However, the mental confusion made He Huan annoyed, and he once suspected that all the Yiqiē was a dream, a dream that he couldn't wake up from.

He Huan lay on the bed, his eyes open, looking at the pale ceiling.

The memory of the previous day is still clearly engraved in He Huan's mind, his knuckles are still sore, and it is estimated that he will not be able to hold the scalpel in a week or two. Yesterday, he was regarded by Li Minghao as a lower body disabled guide, and he was dragged back to the ward, but He Huan's body was fine, he was clamoring to be discharged from the hospital, and no one could stop him. Li Minghao accompanied him home, observed the whole night, and saw that He Huan was basically normal except for his weakness, and after lunch, this kid slipped out to pick up girls.

Fortunately, He Huan did not hit the ghost again.

He was bored in bed recalling the events of the past few days, and the more he thought about it, the more it felt like a mess. Inexplicably bumping into ghosts and ghosts again, He Huan can be the screenwriter of horror movies!

What is the reason?

Was it his mother's soul that angered He Hui and complained that he didn't go to see his father? If that was the case, He Hui would rather be like this for the rest of his life, and it didn't matter if he was tortured to death or tortured to madness.

What is the secret of my father, and why is it that my mother has to go to such great lengths to torture him?

Or is the mother trying to express something by scaring He Huan?

Thinking of this, He Hui perked up and sat up from the bed suddenly, because of the excessive force, the muscles of the lower body were affected, and there was a pain with the wound. The benefits of being a doctor are highlighted at this time, he knows very well that the wounds on his body, although he was stepped on by Meng Li'er's high heels, but it has not yet reached the point where it has to be removed, and he will slowly get better after resting for a while.

Having said that, fortunately, that matter has been explained, otherwise He Huan would have to live his life like a eunuch with the infamy of hooliganism and obscenity. But He Hui didn't know how he explained that thing clearly in the missing memory.

At the moment, these questions are not the point, he must first go to his mother's grave, first, to complete the annual worship and confide, and second, he wants to see if his mother's dead soul is still there, and he wants to communicate with his mother's soul.

"Since it's my own mother, there's nothing to be afraid of, and if she wanted to call me dead, I'd have died hundreds of times. He Hui comforted himself like this while getting dressed.

Having said that, people's fear of the soul from the depths of their hearts is still difficult to eliminate, and the door that He Huan had just closed immediately opened again, and he rummaged through the cabinets and found the "ghost drawing talisman" that Li Minghao drew for him some time ago, and kicked it neatly in his pants pocket, and now he finally felt a little relieved.

He Huan drove to Lingshan Cemetery, where his mother was buried.

The geographical location of the cemetery is usually relatively remote, and He Huan went out relatively late, and when he arrived at the cemetery, it was already half past four in the evening. Fortunately, it was summer, and it was not so easy to get dark, so He Huan still had a lot of time to have a good chat with his mother.

Lingshan Cemetery is the largest cemetery in Qingcheng, when choosing the cemetery of his mother, his father once proposed to bury his mother back to his hometown, but He Huan refused. He has never heard of his hometown for as long as he can remember, and he has never seen anyone in his hometown, and every time He Huan asks about his parents, he will be prevaricated by their sentence "My hometown is very remote, unknown, and there are no relatives anymore". Now, his mother has died, but he wants to be buried back to that "hometown" that He Harmonic has never heard of, and he will not agree to anything.

So, under He Huan's efforts, his mother was buried in Lingshan Cemetery.

Lingshan, a huge mountain.

Qingdai floating clouds, rocks and pines, is an immortal temperament, is a holy place for eternity.

Looking at Ling Mountain from afar, the peak is round and can reach the sky, and the mountain base is thick and can step on the ground, which is an excellent feng shui treasure place to bury the heroic soul.

Near the Lingshan, the tombstones are lined up one by one, neatly uniform, the stele of white marble is solemn and mu, whoever sees it must be sad first, and the sound is seductive.

This is the spiritual mountain, the spiritual mountain where many happiness and sorrows are buried.

He Huan turned off the fire and walked out of the car, feeling very heavy.

No. 0410, that is his mother's birthday, is a day that He Hui will never forget for the rest of his life, and he should be grateful to Dade. And now, it was just the number of a tomb, the most uncomfortable number for He Huan.

He Huan climbed halfway up the mountain, he was already exhausted and out of breath, and his mother's grave was getting closer and closer to him.

He Huan breathed a sigh of relief, a little nervous in his heart, maybe he would meet his mother in a while, would he be afraid if he did?

He Huan tried to relax as much as possible, and walked calmly to his mother's grave step by step, but saw ......