The uncle's words were very heavy, and Mo Yixuan's whole face turned white after listening to it, the kind of bloodless white. He could feel his heart twitching, as if the blood was flowing backwards.

"What?" He looked at the uncle with a shocked and puzzled look.

Uncle just sighed helplessly, and continued:

"I have been dreaming about sunset recently, I have dreamed twice, she is soaked all over her body in the dream, she told me that she is very cold, and asked me to burn clothes for her."

Speaking of this, the uncle closed a pair of somewhat old eyes slightly, and some tears could be faintly seen in the corners of his eyes, although this niece did not have much affection, but thinking that his brother's family was dead, his heart was inevitably sad and sad.

Mo Yixuan was like being struck by lightning, he froze there, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and even the hand holding the edge of the edge trembled.

"Dad......" Yuan Yuan seemed to sense that something was wrong with his father, and hurriedly shouted twice.

Uncle lit a cigarette at this time, he took two steps back, waved his hand at Mo Yixuan, and said:

"Go back, lad. Don't come here. ”

After saying that, the uncle turned away.

Mo Yixuan suddenly stepped forward at this moment and grabbed the uncle's sleeve.

He seemed anxious and frightened, even more so than he had just been at the grave.

"Uncle, tell me, why are you so sure she's gone, why do you have such a dream?"

Even if there is really a legendary dream, then why hasn't he dreamed of Yan Yan these days. Not once did I dream about it.

The uncle saw that Mo Yixuan was holding him again, so he could only turn around and come back, and at this time, his eyes became more sad. After a pause, he said: "After dreaming of Xiyan five days ago, I went to Taishang Temple to find one of our most powerful fortune tellers here. ”

"What?" Mo Yixuan's eyes widened, he didn't believe in ghost and god divination, but now as long as there was the slightest hope of finding her, he wouldn't let it go.

"The old gentleman said: The deceased person, unpredictable."

Speaking of this, the uncle shook his head again, the sadness was undisguised on his face, he glanced at the old house in front of him, it was the house of his younger brother's family, but this house had long since become an empty house, and now it has become a murderous house.

"Let's go back." He waved his hand at Mo Yixuan again. "Don't come here with kids. Don't let your child get yin qi. ”

Mo Yixuan's face was as pale as snow, and he felt his heart begin to freeze in his chest. He looked at the back of the uncle, and the grief was in his body, and what was aroused was not tears, but a long silence.

He bit his pale lip, and at this moment it was like a thousand sharp blades cutting inside him, and the pain made him tremble.

He just stood in front of this dilapidated house, motionless, and his face became more and more ugly and worse in the sun.

Yuan Yuan didn't understand what was going on at all, and he couldn't understand a word of what the grandfather said just now. Seeing that his father ignored him, he walked to the dilapidated house by himself, and then squatted on a step, plucked a small grass from the ground, and used the grass to pluck the ants crawling on the ground.

"Little bugs." Yuan Yuan said as he dialed it, he didn't know what kind of bug it was, he just thought it was funny.

He didn't even know that from now on, he would never see his mother again.