Drinking and sniffling, standing up may not be as tall as Jiang Zegao.

"It's a bit of a mess at home." Xia Yan's mother smiled crampedly, not knowing what she had done in the moment when Jiang Ze was thinking nonsense, the baby stopped crying, and her attention was focused on him at the moment, "Are you here to find Xiaoyan?" ”

Jiang Ze's heartbeat instantly accelerated: "It's not-me, I know she ......"

"You know." Xia Yan's mother lowered her head and said in a soft voice, "It's been three years, although I have given birth to another ...... But it's not the same ......."

She burst into tears without warning, her previous calm was as fragile as a paraffin mask, and she couldn't resist the tapping of a word, she looked at Jiang Ze pleadingly: "You still remember Xiaoyan, right?" ”

"Yes." Xia Yan's mother's words were like a needle, piercing Jiang Ze's heart accurately, he found the source of the sense of disobedience, Xia Yan's mother would deliberately lower her voice every time she mentioned her daughter's name, as if she was afraid of alarming something.

Looking around, there was no trace of Xia Yan's life in the small house, as if she had never existed in the past.

"Aunt," Jiang Ze's throat rolled up and down, "I came today to ask you something, Xia Yan—"

"Who's calling Xia Yan?" The monster in my memory has awakened? Xia Yan's father blew his nose and walked out staggeredly.

Xia Yan's mother's shoulders jumped, she lowered her head, and her tears kept flowing down like beads of broken threads. Now Jiang Ze knew the reason why she lowered her voice, and he stood up: "Hello uncle, I am Xia Yan's playmate. ”

"What about that unlucky thing and a playmate?" The drunken man licks his stomach amusefully, as if the dead girl was a bug on the ground and not his own daughter.

Jiang Ze took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his chest, suppressing the rising anger: "Uncle, I'm today-"

"What the hell do you do!" The other party didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and took out a wine jug from the room, pointed his hand at his wife indiscriminately, and scolded: "It's all the unlucky things you raised, you have developed a coffin face, and you'll be ashamed of me when you die!" ”

Jiang Ze was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and he squeezed in front of Xia Yan's mother, trying to separate her from the drunkard. Xia Yan's mother pulled him back: "Don't mess with him." ”

"Uncle!" Jiang Ze refused, he stubbornly stood in front of the drunkard, "How can you say that about Xia Yan!" ”

The middle-aged man took a sip and raised his slap to hit him: "This is Lao Tzu's house!" Jiang stepped back sharply, and the hand raised by inertia knocked off the wine jug in the man's hand.

The middle-aged man was furious and pushed him hard, but this time Jiang couldn't dodge and bumped into Xia Yan's mother. She was crying all the time, her steps were unsteady, and the two of them tripped together and fell to the ground. Jiang Ze felt that his nose was hot, and he reached out to wipe it, and his hands were bright red.

Xia Yan's mother was frightened by his nosebleed, thinking that she was beaten by her husband, so she hurriedly took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, desperately sending people out: "I'm sorry, you go back first, and I'll talk about it next time!" ”

When is the next time? Jiang Ze was covered with a nosebleed, and when he reacted, the person was already outside the door. Through the door, the sound of cursing and crying could still be heard clearly in his ears.

He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, but when he saw the red of his hand, he put it down again. Jiang Ze raised his feet and walked forward, his family used to live in this vicinity, and he was very familiar with the environment here.

There is a river not far away, which crosses Phantom Moon City, and that river is the Moon Creek River.