If my mother's body is buried in a treasure land of feng shui, an excellent place for vigorous yang energy, the old witch of Old Lady Liu has clever means, maybe you can find it without using me.

But the locust tree is yin, especially this old locust tree, the yin qi is heavier, and the yin qi of this old tree can cover the yin qi emitted by my mother's corpse.

And there is another reason for this, the corpse is shaking in front of the door.

My mother was guarding the door, and those femininities couldn't be approached, which is why when I was in Yang's house, the paper beauty appeared in front of me three times and twice, but when I got home, the paper beauty couldn't enter the house.

Originally, because the hall had the momentum of the Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts of the Night Division.

But after the destruction of the Black Buddha, my mother was secretly blocking the dirty things that wanted to harm me for me.

The causal puzzle of it all.

It's all simple and straightforward in this moment.

"You don't know your mother's real name yet!" My dad sighed and said to me as if talking to himself, "Her name is Song Qiansheng." ”

"I see, that's right." I muttered, but when I finished speaking, I couldn't help but cry.

That's how my mom is.

Since I was a child, she has silently protected me, more than ten years of wind and rain, every time I enter the door, I have to step on her grave, and when I enter the house, she stands in the shadow under the old locust tree, looking at me gently.

I grew up with it year after year.

She wanted to be close to me, but when I felt something, she slowly disappeared because of the different paths of people and ghosts.

She shouldn't have been.

But every time I was in danger, I couldn't deal with it, and when I couldn't come down on the night of danger, she still struck.

Thinking of more than ten years, how tormented my mother is, how much she wants to stand in front of me and look at her children.

And I never knew it.

There are some things that are fortunate not to know, and the most painful thing is to know, but not to get close.

I cried, like a fool.

There was a breeze blowing from behind, like a pair of hands as cold as jade, as if trying to brush away the tears from the corners of my eyes, my ears followed the illusion, and I heard my mother call me softly.

But when I turned my head, there was nothing.

The coffin is still there, and the red dress is still lying peacefully.

My dad coughed twice, and his face turned pale.

"If I had been useful, Qiansheng wouldn't have been like this." My dad smiled mockingly, his voice a little self-reproachful.

He's old.

From the time he left until now, he looked like an old man in his fifties and sixties, and I felt that his body had collapsed.

I went over to help, he pushed me aside a little stubbornly, sorted out and patted my clothes, and found that I was wearing the shroud, he smiled, and repeated a few words to himself, okay, good.

My dad is a mud leg in the yellow earth, and he should not have paid much attention to education in my grandfather's time, but my mother is decent, more delicate than the yellow flower girl from the city.

I don't know how a farmer who almost rolls in the fields all year round can take a bath every day, and even come back from the field to wipe his cloth shoes without being spotted.

He loved her, so he didn't look like him anymore.

Decades of wind and rain companionship, perhaps this has long become a habit, and even at this time, even when she is wearing a shroud, she has to be neat and tidy.

For my father, even if there was a dead person hanging in the yard, it was not as important as the female corpse lying in the coffin.

I followed my dad's stumbling footsteps, and for a moment, I even thought, I've been through so much, I'm already a little tired.

It's good that our family of three died here.