At the same time, there was movement in almost all the coffins, and there were coffin lids pushed to the ground here and there, and a pair of withered hands were waving wildly in the air, as if embracing this long-lost world.

I walked to the door, took one last look at the coffins and dried corpses in the room, and then lifted my breath hard, pulled my legs and ran, regardless of whether the two doors were smashed to the ground by me, whether the dried corpses would crawl out of the coffins and run around, I just came here to retrieve the memories that were blocked by Yao Kechen, and everything else had nothing to do with me.

This is a yang tomb.

The remains and yin spirits of generations of the Chen family are parked here.

I shouldn't have bothered, but I can't help it.

I ran to the intersection just now, turned right without thinking about it, ran straight through the two wings, and ran to the octagonal pavilion leading to the back garden before stopping to rest, looking back, there was nothing, and laughed at myself, how could people who had been dead for tens or hundreds of years suddenly come back to life, hallucinations.

I sat on the stone bench, panting with my face bent, and remembered many images of my childhood, where countless people and things came to me, almost squeezing my brain. I tried to grasp all the lazy things in all the fragments of memory, carefully remembering and hiding in my heart, he had loved me so deeply since so long ago, but I didn't know anything like a fool, and even forgot about him, it was so sad, but now I remember, I remembered him when he was a teenager, and remembered the gentle smile on his face when he helped me push the swing.

As I sat and sit, I suddenly felt that someone was squatting on my left side and leaning over my face, and the closer I got closer and closer, so close that even the exhaled breath was poured into my neck, and it was creepy. I turned my face slowly, and saw a pale, twisted, angry-eyed face, eyes as big as light bulbs, red and bloodshot like angry snakes, ready to pounce on my sockets and bite me to death. This ghostly look, no matter how strong my psychology is, I can't help but move my ass to the side, little by little until I reach the side of the pillar before stopping.

It's the ghost of Su Mosen.

It turned out that Su Mosen looked like this after becoming a ghost, it was really ugly.

Such a murderous person deserves to be ugly.

His neck was broken, and his head was tilted on his left shoulder, which he felt horrifying when he looked at it closely, but now he looked at it from a distance, and he felt funny. Then I couldn't hold back, I laughed out loud, and shouted triumphantly at the crooked-necked old ghost: "Hey, old ghost, why didn't you expect me to be so ruthless, and I would kill you if I didn't say hello, right?" ”

He didn't say anything, he didn't move, he just stared at me hatefully.

I really wish this was his real soul and not just my hallucination, and I'm glad to see him miserable now, I'm glad he's back in this house, and his presence reminds me of more things.

Once upon a time, many years ago, in this house, he and a bad old woman with dried ginger and jujube engaged in human trafficking, I have heard them negotiate the price, a strong man twenty taels of silver; Young women are twelve taels one; Newborn babies are five to eight taels; the frail, the sick, and the relatively old, five taels or eleven taels; Seniors over the age of seventy do not.

These price codes all came out of Su Mosen's mouth, and there was a sentence behind him, he said: "At this price, you can do what you like, and if you don't do it, I will find someone else." ”

They are engaged in human trafficking, which can be said from his mouth, as simple as buying chicken, duck and fish.

The bad old woman was submissive in front of him, turned her back and scolded him for losing her conscience, and limped away with a cane.

These are real memories, and I'm 100% sure that I was very young at the time, and Summerson didn't take me seriously, and in some cases completely ignored my absence.

I half-squinted at Su Mosen's ghost two meters away, and really wanted to talk to him about my hatred and anger against him over the years, but suddenly a gust of wind came towards me, and something was blown up and stuck all over my face.

I grabbed it in a hurry, it was the fabric, and then I looked closely, it was the skirt, I couldn't see the color clearly in the dim light, I half-turned my body to look, and saw my mother, the woman whose real name was Green Calyx, who I couldn't find a piece in the deepest part of my memory, she appeared beside me silently, and also looked at Su Mosen, her sad expression was mixed with hatred, but she couldn't bear it.

I'm really very similar to her, very similar, but any normal person can see that we are related.

I want to call her Mommy.

I want to hug her.

I think......

Suddenly there was a strange ringtone.

It came from the back garden, jingle bells and jingle bells, exactly the same as what I heard in Peng Liang's house before, jingle bells and jingle bells, light and beautiful, as if they came from the sky, and also seemed to come from the deepest part of the dream.

I put aside all the illusions around me, and focused on the crescent moon door, and suddenly saw Chen Jinziyu walking out of the door with something, this time she was wearing a rose-red dress, embroidered with a few hints of plum blossoms on the white waist to tie her perfect curves, her hair was piled up in a bun, and the green jade hanging on the golden hairpin swayed gently with her graceful gait.

She had a smile on her face, and she came with all her faces, but she smiled and smiled, suddenly stopped laughing, and stood up and looked behind her, two black shadows came out of the crescent moon door, and the cat went straight to the front yard like a tiger, Chen Jinziyu threw the things in her hand, picked up the skirt and chased it out, and in a flash, the three figures were all gone, I was dumbfounded, I wanted to catch up and see, and suddenly understood that it must be an illusion, so I shook my head and ignored it.

I felt a terrible headache, I wanted to stand up, but I didn't have the strength, the dry corpse that helped me just now didn't know when it reappeared, standing there crooked neck and laughing, there were two golden tears on my face. I was afraid that he would come to help me again, so I quickly struggled to get up, carefully watched the road retreat, retreated to the corridor outside the east wing, rested with my back against the door, tried to focus on it, and then slowly walked towards the crescent door, although the bell was weaker, but it was still ringing.

I seem to remember something.

When I was very young, I lived here, Su Mosen never cared about me, Chen Jinziyu was taking care of my food, clothing and daily life, she treated me very well, really good, as if I was born in October when she was pregnant, once I asked her if she could call her mother, she hugged me and cried, since then, when there was no one else, I called her mother, she gave me all the missing maternal love in my childhood, made me good clothes, made me the soup I liked to eat, dotted a red rouge on my forehead, and told me a lot of storiesShe really treated me like her own daughter.

So I have such a tender affection for her in the depths of my subconscious, full of gratitude, and when I saw her photo in Chang Kun's hand that day, I would have a vague and long-lasting sadness.

I remembered that on the day Su Mosen took me away, she knelt on the ground and hugged his legs and begged him to leave the child to her, she said that she must be raised as her own daughter, and she must treat her well, and she cried heartbreakingly. But Su Mosen still took me away with a heartfelt heart, and left a sentence before leaving, saying: "Do everything I have entrusted to you well, and I will definitely bring the child back to you in the future." ”

I don't know why, but when I think about it, her face is sometimes beautiful, sometimes bloody and horrible, and then it is like when she finally died, her face is dead and gray, and her eyes have turned into two dull blue-gray stones.

I can't figure out the order of these memories.

When she finally knelt at Su Mosen's feet and pleaded bitterly, she was dressed in pitch-black, the same as Qiao Lanxiang's.

In other words, the time when Su Mosen took me out of here should have been after she contracted blue-gray disease.

Su Mosen told her that as long as he did what he told her to do, he would bring me back to her in the future.

So I finally knew why, for so many years later, Chen Jin Ziyu would guard the tombs under Chenjiawu, take care of everything that needed to be taken care of by the living, find corpses to offer medicinal herbs, communicate with people who had successfully parasitized, and so on.

She is keeping Su Mosen's promise, waiting for the day when he can fulfill his promise and send me back to her.

She really treats me as her daughter, so my dreams and broken memories are full of her beauty and warmth.

I walked through the moon gate with tears streaming down my face, unable to bear to think about the cruel fact that she had never been able to see me again until she died.

Behind the moon gate is a big garden built by the mountain, there is a big abandoned pond dozens of meters in front, a big banyan tree hugged by several people by the pond, the bell is from the tree, jingle jingle jingling, jingling......

I followed the devil and walked forward, my head hurt, my steps staggered, it was so difficult to walk through a city, the bell was getting louder and louder, denser and denser, more and more heart-piercing, I stumbled with my head, and gradually remembered many things, they often quarreled, today this and that quarrel, tomorrow that quarrels with this, after all, it is always noisy, Su Mosen often hangs on his lips A sentence is "Qi Shangwu is not here, I am the boss, you all have to listen to me, otherwise everyone will not live!" Two little bunnies included! As soon as he said this, Uncle Xiu and Uncle Chen could only keep their mouths shut.

Whenever they quarreled, Chen Jinziyu would take me to this garden to play, and there were black and white geese in the pond, swimming around, very beautiful, and I named each goose, one of them was called Xiaotian, and Xiaotian was my name at that time.

The bell is getting louder and louder, denser and denser, more and more heart-piercing, and slowly there is a melody, the princess bell rings, the princess bell rings, the princess bell rings, the princess bell rings, the bell rings, you don't open the door, the ghost hands come to point the soldiers, the jingle bell, the jingle jingling, the jingle ding......

The princess bell rings, jingle bell, jingle bell......

The princess bell is ringing, ding......

Princess Bell ......

This is a nursery rhyme.