Chapter 266: The Old Lady's Memories (I)
Got into a car accident?
That was my first reaction, but when I ran over, I found that the son of the torture grandmother was not there.
Soon, the truck was filled with people doing good deeds. Everyone turned the car over, and a big man with a black face got out of the cab.
When the black-faced man came out of it, his face did not have the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe, but a look of anxiety. At this time, there was another person in the co-pilot of the car, and the black-faced man hurriedly crossed the road after saying a few words to his co-pilot.
At the moment when the black-faced man's left foot had just crossed the road, the son of the old lady suddenly burst out from the corner of the street. He stepped forward and grabbed the arm of the black-faced man, but he didn't think about it.
The black-faced man didn't look like he had seen him at all, and stepped onto the road.
At this moment, I was standing at the entrance of the hospital, and the black-faced man was walking towards me. But just as he was in the middle of the road, another runaway truck suddenly came from the street.
Because the speed of the truck was so fast, the black-faced man couldn't dodge at all, and was directly swept to the bottom of the car.
By the time the car drove by, the black-faced man was no longer angry.
The son of the old lady sat down on the ground, looking at everything in front of him with a blank face. I suddenly understood why it had run away, and if I was not mistaken, the black-faced man must have been his father.
He wanted to prevent the tragedy before the car accident happened, but it was just a dream for one person, and he and I didn't belong in this place.
I slowly walked through the crowd, walked over to the man, and said, "See, everything you have done is in vain. β
"Why...... Why...... Why can't I stop it. β
I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "This is just your mother's memory, you and I are just in her old man's memory, and it is impossible to tamper with the memory at will, even if you travel to the day of the incident, you can't tamper with history." β
He was obviously a little difficult to accept for a moment, but he was quickly relieved by my enlightenment. After all, so many years have passed, how can you get lost because of such a trivial matter?
When she returned to the delivery room again, the old lady obviously did not know that her husband had died in a car accident. All these memories are just memories that have been formed in the mind through the retelling of others.
As the so-called king of Hades told you to die in the third watch, how can he keep you until the fifth watch.
He gave a meaningful look at himself as an infant before following me back into the cold hallway.
"Look for it, you need an empty room for your mother's dreams."
As he and I walked down this corridor, we saw his mother's hard life. And halfway through it, I suddenly realized that if we kept going on like this, there would definitely be no empty room.
Because as long as the old lady is alive, there will be memories that are constantly being updated, so we have to go backwards if we want to find a blank room.
So we turned our heads and walked in the direction of the old lady's youth, and after passing the moment when the old lady was born, we saw several dark rooms.
"Go in, your mother has worked hard all her life, and it's not easy to pull you up, so say goodbye to the old lady."
He nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
And when he walked into the room, the whole room began to light up. The dΓ©cor in this house is familiar to me, and this is the living room of the old lady's house.
When he reached the center of the drawing-room, he saw the old lady come out of the back room with a plate of fruit. When the old lady saw his appearance, she felt a lot more energetic.
To be honest, I couldn't bear to watch the next scene, so I turned to look at the other windows.
In the window next door is the appearance of the old lady when she was born, it turns out that people have memories when they are born, but the memories at that time are very vague.
Through the window, I could only faintly see a figure, and next to the figure was a baby girl, wrapped in a small quilt wrapped in broken flowers.
There was really nothing to see, so I turned around and went to another window.
When I came to this window, I found that everything in the window was much brighter, and I guess the baby in this window had already opened his eyes.
There was a man sitting next to the child, and I stepped in.
When I walked into the room, I found myself in a spacious and comfortable cave.
At this moment a peasant woman was lying on the bed, and the baby girl was lying quietly beside her, and I guessed that the peasant woman must be the mother of the old lady.
"the kid...... Something happened to the kid. β
Suddenly, a man barged in from the outside.
"What's the fuss, what's all the fuss?"
"The daughter-in-law of the old Qin family on the mountain has been dug up."
"Hey, I thought something was wrong, didn't I dig it up yesterday?"
"yes, all the people who participated in the excavation last night and the onlookers around them died."
"What?"
The man nodded, and then began to pack his things on the kang. As he packed his things, he said, "I also went to help yesterday, and for safety, you take the child to your mother's house tonight." β
"What about you?"
"Hey, you just leave me alone, I've prepared the donkey cart for you, I'll figure it out after I send you away."
With that, the two men took the child in their arms and got into the donkey cart. The man arrived at the entrance of the village with a donkey cart, and everything in the house was dark.
I felt that something was wrong, this old Qin daughter-in-law was probably related to the female corpse under the wooden tower, so I quickly pushed the door and walked into the next room.
It's still the same cave, but it's already daylight. The woman sat on the kang while the man lay beside her.
At this time, the man's face was very bad, his lips were pale without a trace of blood, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was full of pain, and he had difficulty breathing as if he had been strangled by something.
In the middle of the night, a Taoist priest dressed in rags and yellow walked in. Seeing this, he took out a yellow paper talisman from his pocket and pasted it on the man's forehead, and in an instant, he only heard the man take a long breath and then fell silent.
"Dao Chief, how is he?"
The yellow-clothed Taoist priest shook his head and said, "First of all, I am not a Taoist priest, and secondly, no matter what I ask, you must answer me truthfully." β