The ruins of the Lin family's inn were cleaned up, and there was a simple courtyard wall.

Lin Lan saw that the white silk at the door had not been removed, and there were cries from time to time.

"Son, my good son. What are you doing to provoke Niu Ben if you have nothing to do, what can you do in the future. ”

"How can my mother live in the future."

Lin Lan pushed open the door and found that there was a spiritual table in the courtyard, and behind the spiritual table was a mahogany coffin.

There are eight large bowls of good wine and good food on the spiritual table, and Lin Lan's tablet is in a conspicuous place in front of the spiritual table.

Song Yang was the first to react, slowly stood up slowly, and blinked.

Song Xiaoai also gave Lin Lan three sticks of incense, after all, Lin Lan had a bad relationship with Niu Ben for them.

As soon as Song Xiaoai's incense was lit, Li Meimoth slapped the back of her hand with a click: "You don't need to pretend, if it weren't for you, my son wouldn't have left so early." ”

"Didn't you always want him to pay for his life, he died, and you are satisfied now?"

Lin Fugui didn't have a good face towards Song Xiaoai: "Miss Song, we don't want you to be pretended, you can go, don't appear in the Lin family again." ”

Song Xiaoai did feel a little guilty, so she helped the Lin family build a new courtyard wall.

"Sister, who do you see coming?" Song Yang pulled down Song Xiaoai's cloud sleeve and reminded him loudly.

"Song Yang, don't talk too much." Song Xiaoai knocked off Song Yang's little hand, and glanced at the door out of the corner of her eye.

Just one glance and a pause!

"You're not dead!"

Lin Lan walked down slowly, his expression was very embarrassed: "Miss Song." ”

Hearing Lin Lan's voice, Li Meimoth reflexively turned her head and pounced directly: "Son, my son, you are willing to go to the yang world to see your mother." ”

"Son, how are you doing down there? If the paper money is enough, my mother will burn more for you. ”

"If you still lack anything, tell your mother, and your mother will burn it for you."

Li Meimo's hand touched Lin Lan's face and found that it was hot: "People say that they have become ghosts, and the blood is cold." Son, your face is so hot. ”

Lin Fugui was stunned for a moment, rubbing his eyes vigorously, he thought he had seen it wrong.

Lin Lan tried his best to calm his mood: "Mother, I'm not dead. ”

"I went to Yihong Courtyard before and left a ...... lyrics."

Lin Lan told the second elder what happened in the middle.

"I see." Li Meimoth wiped away the tears on her face: "My son is blessed." ”

The tears had just been wiped dry, and Li Meimoth cried again, hugging Lin Mian tightly: "Son, you promise your mother, no matter what happens, you can't lie to your mother again." ”

Lin Mian's hand was placed on Li Meimo's back: "Mother, I promise you that I will not lie to you again." ”

Bang!

Song Xiaoai suddenly kicked down the spirit platform, and the wine and food on the spirit platform fell like dumplings under the spirit brand, and the fall was smashed.

Li Meimoth was angry at Song Xiaoai: "Xiao Nizi surnamed Song kicked well, my son is still alive, this thing is really unlucky." ”

Song Xiaoai pulled Song Yang and rushed to the house angrily, staring at Lin Yuan: "What do I have to be angry about, there are still ten months left in the amnesty, and I am afraid that the spiritual position will fall and it will be established again." ”

Li Meimoth jumped up angrily: "Can you speak human words?" ”

Song Xiaoai slammed the door and ignored the Lin family.

Lin Yan smirked, Song Xiaoai had been talking to him for more than ten words.

Lin Fugui quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and came to Li Meimo's side with a big belly: "Don't cry yet, our son is not dead, whose body is in the coffin?" ”

Li Meimoth woke up like a dream: "Yes, my son is not dead, whose body is it?" ”

Lin Lan walked quickly to the mahogany coffin, pushed open the lid of the mahogany coffin, and found a headless corpse lying inside.

Li Meimoth complained to Lin Fugui next to her: "I said that it was not our son, you have to say yes." ”

"My son's skin is white, this person's skin is dark, can he be a person!"

Lin Fugui had a dark face: "I cut off my head these days, who would have thought that it was not our son." ”

Lin Fugui was afraid for a while: "You forgot?" At that time, there was a grandmother who snatched the corpse with us, and you slapped someone's head twice with your shoes, making their heads buzz. ”

Li Meimoth hurriedly covered her mouth, not daring to think about it again.

Looking back on the situation now, it was really not right, and she vaguely remembered that Grandma was crying and shouting to let go of her son.

Lin Lan didn't expect this kind of oolong to be made: "Mother, do you recognize that grandma?" ”

Li Meimoth recalled vigorously: "It should be from Weaver Girl Lane, that grandma came to drink tofu brain." ”

Lin Lan dragged up the already hardened corpse: "Dad, you go and rent a carriage, and I'll send him back." ”

Li Meimoth pointed to the corner of the yard, and there was a simple horse shed in the corner, and there were two lame thin horses in it.

"That little girl of the Song family, I don't know how happy I am to learn that you are dead. Not only did he build a courtyard wall for us, but he also bought two skinny horses.

Lin Lan looked at Song Xiaoai's closed door, Song Xiaoai was not a cold-blooded person, she just couldn't let go of her hatred.

Song Yang in the room peeked through the crack in the door: "Sister, do you think Song Yang will escape from prison?" ”

Song Xiaoai's face was ugly, because she mistakenly thought that Lin Lan was dead, she temporarily compromised, but she didn't expect Lin Lan to come out alive.

"What he said should be true, the old princess is indeed celebrating her birthday in those days, and he has no reason to know about it in prison."

As for composing poems and lyrics for the little prince to be a gentleman, the ghost believes it.

"Song Yang, don't talk to him in the future, otherwise I won't have your younger brother."

Xiao Song Yang hesitated for a while before slowly agreeing: "I know, sister." ”

Lin Lan loaded the body into the carriage and headed to Weaver Girl Alley.

Weaver Girl Lane, the lane is as its name suggests.

The people in these alleys are either in the cloth business, or they are inextricably linked with the cloth merchants.

Lin Luo asked for directions, and finally came to a dilapidated house.

As soon as his hand touched the wooden door, he heard a thud, and the wooden door fell backwards, stirring up a puff of dust.

It turned out to be not a door at all, just a tattered wooden board to cover up.

There is an old well in the yard, and the hemp rope of the barrel of the old well has turned green and has not been replaced for a long time.

Lin Lan also noticed that there was a newly erected grave in the courtyard, with no sign and no monument, only a handful of black ash.

"Anyone?"

Rumble!

There was a sound of the bench being kicked down in the house, and Lin Lan, like an alert rabbit, hurriedly ran to the place where the sound came from.

Lin Lan ran into the house and saw a pair of brand-new red embroidered shoes hanging in the air, and a grandmother wearing a red sheet fell on the beam of the room, her face was pale.

Lin Lan didn't dare to delay at all, and immediately hugged Grandma's legs and rescued Grandma from the white silk.

"Ahem." Grandma coughed violently.

Lin Lan patted her on the back, and after a while, the other party came back to his senses.

"Grandma, why are you looking for a short meeting?"

The rescued grandmother silently straightened the small bench on the ground and wanted to step on it again.

Lin Lan hurriedly stopped her: "Grandma, is there anything you can't think of to seek death?" ”

"Who are you? Get out of my house, it doesn't matter to you whether you live or die. ”