This color, at a glance, you can know that the material used in the coffin is not ordinary, but it is also in line with the identity of the patriarch of the Murong family.

Tonight's night was very dark, with only a few stars in the sky, and the moon never appeared.

Next to the cemetery is a large open space, empty, and when the wind blows, it feels very cold.

The whole atmosphere was extremely gloomy, but the three people in front of him didn't have any normal reactions that a normal person should have.

Changsheng circled around the coffin with great interest, looking at the pattern painted with special paint on the coffin, his eyes were full of admiration.

"Mom, this coffin is so beautiful!"

In his market, this old-fashioned coffin has long been replaced by metal coffins, and it is rare to see such a delicate coffin.

Bai Nanting nodded, and echoed quite approvingly: "It's really done well, it's been more than ten years, the coffin is still fresh, and it can be seen that the materials are not simple." ”

Yan Bei looked sideways at Murong Aotian, who was standing alone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked tentatively, "Open?" ”

When Murong Aotian heard this, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, didn't she say that she was his own mother? How could she hear this tone, even she herself was a little unsure?

As if sensing his doubts, Yan Bei immediately coughed heavily, took up his posture, and walked towards the coffin with a majestic attitude.

The dark red coffin, narrow and long, as he walked in, there was a very fishy moisture from the end of his nose, Yan Bei, who used to deal with dead people every day, smelled this, and the uncertainty on his face instantly faded.

If she guessed correctly, there was no body in this coffin!

Yan Bei stopped in front of the coffin, looked back at Murong Aotian, and saw that he didn't mean to stop him, so he raised his hand to the coffin in front of him and slapped it.

When the wind stopped, Murong Aotian heard a small sound of "pop", and then raised his eyes to look at the coffin, the dark red coffin lid had turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.

"How can you destroy the coffin like this!" Almost subconsciously, when he saw the coffin with the coffin lid lost, Murong Aotian immediately asked out loud.

However, before Yan Bei could explain, the shabby red dress inside the coffin stopped him from questioning.

How is this possible!

How can there be only one old dress in the coffin!

Murong Aotian was shocked, looking at the red dress lying quietly in the coffin in disbelief, he couldn't accept this fact at all.

However, Yan Bei reacted very quickly, immediately picked up a dead branch, stepped forward to pick out the clothes in the coffin, threw them at Murong Aotian's feet, hugged his arms and smiled:

"Good son, call mother!"

It seems that she is really the gray boy in front of her, and she is connected by blood, my son!

The boulder hanging in his heart fell instantly, Yan Bei only felt extremely comfortable, shook his legs, shook his head, and pretended to sigh:

"Son, you have been deceived by your father Murong Di, a scumbag, for sixteen years! If it weren't for your mother and I appearing in time, I'm afraid my son wouldn't know that my mother was still alive in my life. ”

"Why is this happening...... Why did he even lie to me about this......"

Murong Aotian looked at the clothes under his feet in a daze, his face was covered by messy hair, and no one could see what kind of expression he had on his face at the moment.

However, the emotions of hesitation, disbelief and other emotions emanating from him can still make people perceive that his worldview is collapsing at this moment.

Collapse, collapse, collapse, don't break, don't stand.

Yan Bei lovingly reached out and patted his slightly immature shoulder, silently comforting the poor boy.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Changsheng and Bai Nanting put away their playful expressions, put the coffin back into the soil, and then clapped their hands and stood silently behind Yan Bei.

Even Xiao Tuanzi, who was lying on top of his grandmother's head, knew that the situation was not good, and obediently lay in his hair, looking at the sad child in front of him sympathetically with two small eyes the size of mung beans.

After being silent for about five minutes, Murong Aotian finally let out a long sigh, reached out and gently took away Yan Bei's hand on his shoulder, and turned to walk out.

This place, he will never be nostalgic again!

When Yan Bei saw him turn around, he quietly reached out and touched his face, and when he fell, there seemed to be crystal droplets of water rolling down his palm.

Looking back at the two Changsheng and Bai Nanting, seeing the sympathy on their faces, he smiled slightly, beckoned them to follow, and led his son and granddaughter to follow the lonely figure in front of him, and left the ancestral land of the Murong clan silently.

As for whether the tomb keeper would find out that the tomb of the patriarch's wife had been destroyed after dawn the next day, this was no longer in Yan Bei's consideration.

Returning to the place where the tent was set up before, the morning star had already risen from the east, and Murong Aotian walked alone to the extinguished fire and sat down, staring at the clean square scarf on his wrist in a daze, with a tangled expression.

Yan Bei, Changsheng and the others stood opposite him, fixed by four pairs of eyes, Murong Aotian had no choice but to be defeated, slowly raised his head, and asked awkwardly:

"You...... Is it really my mother? ”

After all, it was a person who had always lived in his heart and could not be touched, and suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was really difficult for him to take the initiative to get close to him like them for a while.

Although, he longed for her closeness.

Yan Bei saw all his awkwardness in his eyes, shook his head helplessly, took down the heavy ball on top of his head and handed it to Bai Nanting, and then lifted his skirt and sat down opposite him.

Stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Come, come over and let my mother hug me." ”

"Poor child, no father, no clan, no friends, no fiancée, but you still have a mother......"

Her crooked eyes were like the crescent moon in the sky, and the gentle light in them seemed to be able to envelop his whole being.

Murong Aotian had been holding back the emotions that he had been holding, and when he heard her words, he couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes were red, and he suddenly got up and threw himself into her open arms!

"Mother!"

The aggrieved voice of the teenager seemed to be complaining about her belatedness.

But only the person concerned knows how excited and happy he is in his heart at the moment.

It turns out that the mother's arms can be so warm and nostalgic...... Fragrant, soft...... Still a little chilly?

Hey?

Wrong!

Murong Aotian, who reacted later, suddenly raised his head from his mother's embrace, and met three pairs of angry eyes.

One of them had a faint red light flickering, and he was so cold that his heart slowed down by half a beat.

"Immortality!" Yan Bei's warning sounded, she let go of the poor son in her arms, and turned her head to look at the three little cubs with fierce eyes behind her, "What kind of eyes are you looking at?" Want to eat people? ”

The three little cubs of Changsheng, Bai Nanting, and Tuanzi nodded in unison, and replied in unison: "Yes!" ”

Murong Aotian: ⊙_⊙!