"What are you afraid of?" Mo Yan looked at him and seemed to see him through again.

"Are you afraid that this tree will die?" Her voice was slow, like a slightly numb robot coping with his emotions.

"It's going to come back to life." She turned her head and caressed the tree with her hand, as if it seemed to her that it was no longer a tree, but a living person talking to her.

It's weird.

However, a bloody tear dripped from the corner of her eye, and just when Xiao He began to get nervous again, this time she was very calm. He heard her sigh, "Some things are really predestined!" ”

"What?" Xiao He was about to ask clearly, but he blocked all the questions in his throat.

Just because, his imagination is not rich enough, and he does not know enough about this world.

The dead tree that was already rotten was revived in the next second, as Mo Yan said.

It showed new shoots at a great speed, and the trunk of the tree, which was already lonely, also pulled out its branches at this moment. For a while, the tree was full of young leaves, as if it was showing its vitality, telling the world that "spring" had arrived.

Xiao He stood behind Mo Yan and gasped.

It's just that it's autumn, the season when everything begins to wither, and the change of this tree is so abrupt that it doesn't fit in with the surrounding scenery.

"What did you just want to say?" Mo Yan's eyes were a little confused, and the look of the iceman Huo'er he saw that night overlapped in his mind.

She looked at the original "dead tree" and was stunned, and the gloomy cloud between her eyebrows was heavier because of something.

"Nothing." Xiao He shook his head, he wanted to find an excuse to let Mo Yan leave first, the secret of this tree tickled his heart.

However, he didn't want others to see the secret.

"Is it really nothing?" Mo Yan didn't hesitate, and went straight to the point.

"I may need to stay here for a while." She pointed to the row of earthen houses behind her, "Wait for someone." ”

"Wait for someone?"

"Yes." She nodded.

In an instant, something strange happened again. The earthen house, like the dead wood before, also lost its previous decay in an instant, and regained the tranquility of the first time he saw it.

There are red bean vines wrapped around the window of the earthen house, just like when my grandmother was still there.

"If you think it's imminent to send Mu Qiqi back to seven places, you don't need to stay." She was still thinking about him, "But I have to warn you too.

From the moment I woke up, seven places were equivalent to a real death. When I go back this time, remember not to trust others. ”

"Why?" Xiao He followed behind her and pushed open the antique wooden door for her.

Uncle Geng also said this that night, this is a knot in his heart. It was his grandmother who brought him up, and after his grandmother died, it was Uncle Geng who took him.

At that time, he didn't know the existence of the Seven Places, Uncle Geng was a busy man, and he always had to go on business trips far away, and it was his "colleagues" who took turns to take care of him.

In the end, he is also a son of seven and a half.

Uncle Geng asked him to go into seven places to do things, and he entered, just because grandma said that anyone in this world can harm himself, but Uncle Geng won't, he should believe him unconditionally.

Although he was also confused about what the Seven Places were doing, he still ignored it and kept doing his little transparent.

However, now it is different, Uncle Geng's disappearance told him not to trust anyone.

Ge Ting, the old man of the seventh place, also gave himself advice, and Mu Qiqi was also angry with Uncle Geng's inaction towards him, and now Mo Yan is also like this...... His heart was bitter, and he didn't quite understand how things had come to this point.

Uncle Geng's disappearance, Mo Yan's awakening, what these represent, he doesn't want to know. The more he knew, the more he thought, the more crazy he might be, and determined to be sure, he pushed away the Mo Yan in front of him.

As if he was a demon, he couldn't care about anything, so he rushed into the house to find a hoe, picked it up and rushed outside.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yan couldn't understand the change, but he knew that his face suddenly changed, thinking that his words had collided with him.

"Dead wood in spring." Mo Yan stood not far away, silently watching him rush to the bottom of the tree to dig. "I see." She walked to the side of the mud house and stopped by the small stream that had dried up because of the season, "He's awake, what about you?" ”

As if in response to her words, a bubbling spring came out of the ground. The smile on the corner of Mo Yan's mouth was full of helpless sorrow, "You, heh, you really want my life!" ”

She turned her head and no longer looked at this living spring, her eyes turned to Xiao He, who was already sitting on the ground in a daze, and smiled.

"You say." As if talking to herself, there were some tears in her eyes, "The truth is always painful." Will he be like me back then? ”

"yes, I came because I was worried about him." She shook her head, "But, who would have thought that the Yan family was as good as the Mo family!" Among the seven doors of this generation, the Yan family is really an alternative, and he should be the variable in the alternative! ”

"I lost this bet." She patted the dust on her body, looked at the stream with unfocused eyes and smiled, and then walked in the direction of Xiao He with a little confusion. "Don't worry! I'll do it if necessary. ”

"Are you alright?" Mo Yan approached him as if he was nothing, and most of the roots of the tree were already exposed, and the deep white bones hidden inside also sprouted.

Xiao He's heart was half cooled because of the appearance of this skull.

The truth is often the most painful. This sentence was the most straightforward answer he got when he took his grandmother's words in the past, and he didn't take it seriously at all, but now?

Xiao He's mind was very confused, and the head said to him, "You are the third!" He'd been in the back of his mind ever since he saw the bones.

Grandma said that the person who would not harm herself the most in this world was Uncle Geng.

However, what is the matter with the words of that head, and what is the picture of Uncle Geng cutting off his own head that is clearly imprinted in his mind?

He sat down on the ground, all his strength seemingly drained.

He couldn't understand what it was all about.

Uncle Geng, kill yourself?

"Are you alright?" Xiao He looked at Mo Yan who suddenly came over, and didn't know what to say for a while. He looked at the white bones in front of him and chuckled, "Heh, it should be fine!" ”

"What are you thinking?" Mo Yan was not an ordinary girl after all, and when she saw this bone, she didn't know how to be afraid, but took the hoe in his hand and continued the work he hadn't done before.

"Nothing?" He shook his head, never trying to answer the question head-on.

"You're running away." Her voice sounded very cold, but it inexplicably contained a kind of power, which made Xiao He's spirit tighten.

"What's the hurdle you can't get over, tell me about it?" She didn't seem to know that she was tired, and continued her work after clearing out a skeleton. "Young man, there is still a lot of time waiting for you to do, why do you look old-fashioned at a young age, many things are not comprehensive that can be considered now.

Because, what you see is not necessarily the truth.

The so-called truth is just a clue left by others, how do you know that others are not hiding their secrets? ”

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water." She muttered, "Neither the crow nor the bridge, are you sure you've found the right place?" ”

"But, this is Jackdaw Ridge!" Xiao He's strength seemed to be back, and he said to her. As if he knew what he was missing, he said, "That stream, just now?" ”

"Hmm." Mo Yan nodded, "Wait!" and so on for the appearance of the bridge. ”