Yan Wo stared at his little claw in shock.

As a supernatural blogger, when her fans are soaring, she actually died suddenly because she stayed up late to tell ghost stories?

It's become a chubby little.

Yan Wo couldn't believe it, and as soon as his mind moved, the small claws in front of him bent four times, leaving only one middle finger up.

Damn, it's true!

As soon as this thought flashed, there was a "buzz" in her mind as if it had been struck by lightning, and fragmentary memories suddenly poured out, and she covered her head with her hands and screamed in pain.

In the courtyard, an old woman with gray hair hurriedly dropped the things in her hand, ran forward in a few steps, and picked up the little milk baby.

"Tell your grandmother if your eyes hurt again?"

The old woman asked softly, but Yan Wo didn't respond, and her head was full of the little baby's fragmentary memories.

How many things can a little milk baby remember, her life doesn't need to be played at double speed at all, it's simple and clear.

After a few moments, she sorted out the interpersonal relationships at home. This little milk baby is also called Yan Wo, the family population is simple, she also has an elder brother named Yan Jiu, both brothers and sisters are now raised by their grandmother, in addition, their uncles and aunts also live with them.

The uncle's name is Yan Zhongyan, and the aunt's name is Baimei.

As for his biological father, there is no picture in the memory fragment, and I have not heard my grandmother mention it.

Their family lives in a small mountain village in the country of Jiuli.

The last piece of information, and what surprised her the most: ...... Her family actually sells coffins!

After receiving this information, Yan Wo opened his eyes and saw a face approaching by his uncle Yan Zhongyan at some point, looking at her carefully.

"Why do your eyes always hurt," the uncle brushed away the yellow hair on her forehead with his hand, and covered her eyebrows with his palms: "Mother, did you see something dirty again?" ”

Grandmother opened his hand with a "snap".

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"But the old people in the village all said that children are thorough, and their eyes are not closed, and they are the easiest to see ghosts."

Uncle Nunu pursed his lips and gestured in the direction of the dozen coffins piled up in the yard, "Besides, our family is already engaged in this kind of obscure business, so I can't say that there are dirty things in our yard, and the nest is scared all day long." ”

Grandmother seemed to dislike hearing her uncle say this, and kept a straight face.

"And say, the more you talk, the more energetic you get, isn't it, the skin is itchy? If you have time to talk nonsense here, why don't you go to the village to pick up your little nephew back, and Xiaomei in the province will take a trip. ”

The uncle took the kick hard, rubbed the tip of his nose with his thick hand, and answered with a long tail note.

"Yes~~"

As soon as he walked a few steps with his feet up, his grandmother chased after him and shouted: "Don't buy wine, otherwise your ears will be wrung for you!" ”

"What does my mother say, then I have to have money on me, hey...... Tonight is wild vegetables and coarse chaff again, when will our family have the money to buy rice to eat? Uncle muttered as he walked.

Because the courtyard was too quiet, Yan Wo could hear what he said word for word.

So.

Her family not only sells coffins, but is also poor and can't open the pot?!

When my uncle closed the courtyard door, there were only black coffins in the yard and weeds in the corners, and the wind gusted.

Grandmother sighed, walked a few steps with Yan Wo in her arms and sat on the stone steps at the door, hugged her calves in her arms to warm her feet, and said softly: "Wowo, grandmother knows that you are afraid of these wooden boxes, but grandmother can't take you out of here......"

"Why can't you leave?"

As soon as the words came out, Yan Wo touched the throat with his fingers.

That's it for a milky voice.

Why are you still "smack"?

Grandmother reached out and tightened her collar and looked at the sky in the distance, "Because Grandmother is waiting for the two of them to come home, this is the place we agreed." ”

Yan Wo let out a "oh".

She obediently closed her mouth as if she wasn't interested.

In fact, I was afraid that I would continue to ask and show my feet, so that my grandmother would realize that there was a core in her body.

"My nest is so good, my grandmother wants a few good incense." Grandmother leaned forward and kissed her pink face, then tossed and turned on her forehead and eyebrows.

Yan Wo was afraid of itching, and the goose goose laughed.

She smiled as she nestled in her grandmother's arms, her eyes rolling nimbly, and she quickly swept around her current residence.

I didn't see anything dirty in my sight, and I didn't know why the original owner was scared to death.

It is a small courtyard with four rooms.

Uncle and aunt live in one, grandmother lives in one room with Yan Jiu and Yan Wo, and the remaining two rooms, one is the kitchen, and meals are also in it; The last item is used to place the murder rites.

Under the corridor and in the courtyard were piles of finished and semi-finished coffins, some of which were blackened by the rain, and some needed to be renovated from time to time.

The first is that the countrymen are not so particular, and the second is that because of the background of this era, the monk dojo is more popular than the yin and yang dojo.

On the east side of the courtyard is the kitchen, where the smoke has been rising for a long time, and my aunt is cooking dinner in it.

As he thought so, a young woman in a long gray dress walked out of the doorway.

He is about in his early twenties, and the light blue turban stretches out from the back of the neck to wrap the green silk, and a knot is tied on the top of the head, all the green silk is tied to the chest from one side, without any jewelry pendant, and there are dense freckles under the eyes, and the appearance can only be called pretty.

"Mother, where is the loyal banquet?" After the aunt came out, she looked around left and right, but she didn't see anyone.

"I'm going to pick up a drink at Muramasa's house." Grandmother spoke.

"You sent the wine again?" Auntie's brow furrowed.

"If you want me to say that the village has no culture, I have to give him a pound of flour when I go to a class, and the flour might as well be kept and bake a few cakes by myself.

The family's annual income can only buy three catties of flour, and a pound of wine is wasted, and the nest is pampered by you, and you eat pancakes, rice paste, and three catties of flour at every turn, and Zhongyan and I can't eat a bite, I can only eat bran cake and wild vegetables, mother, I ......"

Grandmother sighed faintly and interrupted her: "After all, I have treated you badly, and you should complain a few words; It's just that my attitude won't change when you say it! The rule of our Yan family is: no matter how bitter you are, you can't be bitter with the two children. ”

"Yes."

The aunt responded, and suddenly glared at Yan Wo irritably.

Yan Wo didn't speak, only noticed that when she wiped her hands on the apron, her hand gently stroked her abdomen, and her face was soft and a little melancholy.

Although the action is inconspicuous, it was still captured by Yan Wo.

Just when a guess came to Yan Wo's mind, the courtyard door was slammed open.

Uncle Yan Zhongyan stood at the door with Yan wine in his hand, his eyes were shining, he licked his dry lips with his tongue when he was panting, and a few big words were clearly written on his face:

…… It's time for business!