East Side, early September.

It's early autumn, the cool breeze is blowing, and the mountain scenery in the distance is slightly bleak. A little closer, there are dilapidated and deserted graves, and the tombstones in front of the tombs are crooked, and the handwriting on them has been blurred by the long years.

In front of a dilapidated tombstone, a pink skirt was faintly seen, but it was a young girl about twenty years old.

The girl's lips are red and her teeth are white, her long eyelashes are like butterflies, and her complexion is like the finest white porcelain jade, which is as beautiful as a dream.

The woman's name was Mo Qianqian, and the mournful cry of the crow made her open her eyes in confusion.

Her beautiful black and white eyes turned around twice, and when she could see where she was, she took a few steps back in fright, but she was so frightened that she hit a broken monument, and she grinned in pain.

The pain in her head made her sure that she was not dreaming, she was clearly asleep at home, how could she be awake in this ghost place?

It wasn't like a burglar in her house last night, and she was moved to this place, right?

She looked at her whole body, her clothes were in good shape, there were no traces of being torn, and there seemed to be no unpleasant place on her body, does this mean that she was not defiled by others?

Mo Qianqian was sure that he didn't have any discomfort, so he struggled to get up, planning to leave this ominous place quickly.

She had just walked out of the mass grave when she heard a milky voice behind her: "Ma Ma, wait for us ......"

Mo was shallow and shallow in his steps, and his hands and feet were cold with fright.

In broad daylight, isn't there a ghost? She didn't dare to turn back, and hurriedly ran forward, but the other party didn't let her go, and shouted at her, hurrying over.

With the flower in front of her eyes, she had a chubby baby in front of her. The baby is about two or three years old, born with a round and jade body, a pink mouth, and a fleshy little face, which is extremely cute.

"Ma Ma, hug ......" The little baby took a step forward, gently pulled Mo's shallow sleeves, and coquettishly treated her.

Mo Qianqian originally wanted to avoid the touch of the little guy, but for some reason, the little guy's speed was so fast that he could drag her cuffs.

"You, did you recognize the wrong person...... Mo Qian's voice trembled slightly, and the next moment, there was an extra ball in her arms, and the little guy instantly ran into her arms and hugged her neck.

She let out a terrible scream in fright, and it was not until she felt the temperature on the baby's body that her screaming stopped.

"Ma Ma is so noisy." The little baby plucked out his ears and tilted his neck cutely to look at Mo shallowly.

"You're a human, not a ghost?" Mo touched the little guy's face, pink and tender, like glutinous rice balls, soft, fragrant, warm, she was sure once again that this was a live baby.

"Mama, I'm your son, how can I be a ghost?" The baby said and kissed Mo Qian's face twice.

"Why, little thing, I tell you, my mother is not to be recognized. I'm a yellow flower girl, without a man, how can I have a son as big as you? Although Mo Qianqian said this, he looked at the little guy curiously.

The little one looks better and better, his bright eyes are full of aura, and although he is only two years old, he is very fluent in speech and walks steadily. However, the baby can let her watch and watch, if you really want her to take the child, that is not good, she also hopes that someone will feed her.

"You are my numbness, you can't deny it!" After the little baby finished speaking, he suddenly raised his voice and said, "Brother and sister......"