We didn't feel the need to stay in this place, so we planned to go back to the village to have a look.

After I went back, the current situation in the village was just like I thought, it was deserted like an abandoned mountain village, and there was no life at all.

When Ye Lao entered the courtyard door of his grandmother's house, he also took a deep look at the room, as if he was reminiscing, and his old cheeks were full of sadness.

I whispered to the old man in the back if he knew this person.

The old man glanced at Ye Lao, and then muttered to me, "Like your grandmother, she is a madman." ”

My dad was already unconscious, and I put him in bed with the old man, and when I heard the old man say that it was all right, I was more or less relieved.

When I came out of the back room, Ye Lao stood firmly in the center of the hall, looking at the shrine in the hall with deep eyes.

Originally, it was also the hiding place of Ye Siming.

But it's been ruined by me.

Now the shrine is empty, only the smoked and blackened door panel, I don't know why Ye Lao is so engrossed, but I find that there is a sigh in his eyes, very lonely.

I didn't speak, silently walked out of the side.

Sitting in the yard at dinner in the evening, I didn't have much appetite, I didn't want to eat after a few bites, and I was in pain like falling apart.

But the old man is like nothing has happened.

It feels like everything is like a dream now, and what the old man said at the beginning, after my wedding, everything may be over.

But perhaps...... It's a new beginning.

I don't know what to do next, I've lost so much, and now the village is ruined, my mom is gone forever, and Ye Siming doesn't know where to go.

The village is no longer inhabitable.

But where can my dad and I go now!?

Although I had too many doubts in my heart and wanted to ask the old man and Ye Lao, but when the words came to my mouth, I couldn't say a word, and then I simply stopped saying it.

this night.

It's probably the most restful sleep I've had since I came back from school for nearly two months, and I seem to have dreamed of my childhood, my grandmother, and my ...... Night Priest.

But when I woke up, I couldn't remember the scene in my dream anyway.

A ray of sunlight casts in through the window.

It's rare, the rain is clear.

It's a good sign.

On this day, when I was cleaning my room, I found an old photo of my grandmother sleeping in the gap in the bedside drawer of the room.

This old photo is some years old.

It's black and white.

There was a lot of dust on it, and I was curious, so I took the photo, found a tissue, wiped the dust, and then walked to the door of the hall to look at the photo.

This photo was taken in the courtyard of my grandmother's house, although it is black and white, it can still be seen that my grandmother is sitting at the gate of the courtyard, and the house behind her is not so shabby.

There was a back figure in the corner of the yard that seemed to be chopping wood, and I wasn't sure if it was my dad.

But what really caught my attention was that the grandmother sitting on the wooden chair, she was still holding a baby, and her milk ** was wrapped in a black headscarf, although her face was not so wrinkled, but this dress was what I remembered.

At first I thought the baby was me, because I found that the baby was wearing a small piece of fish jade around his neck, which was strung with a red rope.

When I was a child, I wore the same fish jade as this one, which was also turquoise.

But I took it off when I was in junior high school.

But soon I found another detail, and I knew that the baby my grandmother was holding was not me, because the baby's bare little hands and wrists had a small black pattern, like a birthmark.

I subconsciously looked down at my wrists, but my hands were not.