The two of them talked about the light of the moon shining in.

Mo Jingchun took a small bite of the cake, well, it was fragrant when he put enough eggs.

Gao lay on the bed for a day before waking up, and when he woke up, he didn't want to open his eyes, so he closed his eyes, and then accidentally heard the conversation between his youngest son and his granddaughter.

The heart can't stop throbbing.

Last night, when she and Mo Jingchun were in high fever, Mo Jingchun woke up and forced herself to kneel in front of the spirit, but when the wind blew it, she had a fever and kowtowed.

She had always been in good health, and she collapsed, unconscious.

Listening to Qinglin's meaning, it should be that only Chun'er is taking care of herself on this day, and only this granddaughter who picked it up is the closest before her illness.

Thinking that Mo Song, the only grandson who is usually loved, didn't even show his face, Gao's heart was half cold.

Mo Changlin and Xiao Gao's died, Mo Jingchun is still young, and it may take a little effort to help raise the second family in the future.

She thought about it, she was just sick, not dead, according to her body, at least she could live for more than ten years!

After thinking about it, Gao coughed twice and pretended to wake up.

The two heads arched in front of her at once, and said in a loud voice: "Mother! "Grandma."

Gao Shi saw that Mo Jingchun didn't cry or make trouble, and was well-behaved and quiet, and couldn't help but feel sad: "Chun'er, help me go see your father and mother again." ”

Mo Jingchun and Mo Qinglin came to the mourning hall with the Gao family in their arms, and Mo Yuanlin remembered that his wife was still sick, and rubbed his hands with a weak face.

Zhou was not there, and Mo Yuanlin said that he coaxed Mo Song to sleep.

"Mother, Uncle Fang Cailu and the village chief, what they mean is to let Matsushiro Haru'er break the pot tomorrow and take a banner to lead the way."

Now that the Gao family has woken up, some rituals must be discussed with her again, Mo Yuanlin said the arrangements for tomorrow nervously.

The coffin was sealed before the funeral tomorrow, and the people in the village were invited to help, and Mo Changlin and Xiao Gao's bodies were wiped clean and changed into shrouds, and they were lying in the coffin.

Everything was bought temporarily, and the slightly wide shroud worn on Mo Changlin was originally set for himself by another ninety-year-old lonely old man in the village, but he didn't expect it to be used by the young man first.

Gao instructed that the two should be buried together, so they were packed in a coffin.

The wound on the back of the head was too difficult to clean, and there were a lot of broken stones embedded in the cracks of the hair sticking to the scalp.

Gao ignored him, looked at his eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law silently for a while, and burst into tears again.

When she regained her strength, she vetoed: "Isn't Chun'er good?" What do you want Song'er to do for her? ”

Mo Yuanlin said embarrassedly: "It's not... Uncle Lu said, is Chun'er a female doll after all? It's a different identity..."

"It's no different." Gao interrupted him coldly, what the second family did today was really disappointing to her, "Chun'er, do you want to send your father?" ”

Mo Jingchun nodded, she thought.

In her last life, she could only watch from behind, and the Gao family was gone, and the Zhou family didn't even let her go to the tomb.

Gao's final word: "Let Chun'er go to the forefront tomorrow." ”

Mo Yuanlin went back to the house in a daze and told Zhou about his mother's decision.

Zhou Shi cut her voice, she didn't want her son to get these bad luck, squinted her eyes and lowered her voice: "The girl will take the girl, as long as the mother is not afraid that the people in the village will see the joke and say that your old Mo family does not have a male baby, what are we worried about?" ”

Mo Yuanlin scratched his head and thought about it, so he fell asleep with confidence.

The Gao family originally asked Mo Jingchun to lie down on the bed and let Mo Qinglin keep watch, but Mo Jingchun refused, and she herself did not want to leave, so the three grandparents and grandchildren stayed.

Mo Jingchun guarded the lantern, Mo Qinglin was responsible for burning the paper, and Gao moved a chair to sit next to the coffin.

In the dead of night, no one was afraid.

Mo Jingchun has always had a lot of things in his mind that he hasn't sorted out, why he didn't go to the Netherworld after he died, but went back to the age of ten when those things hadn't happened.

She had a gut feeling that God had given her another chance to escape from those jackals, tigers and leopards and regain her life.

She didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, she had to do something from now on.

In the previous life, they would be tortured by the Mo Hu family, in the final analysis, it was the grandmother who didn't see the face of the second room family clearly, and handed herself over to them to raise, when they were relieved to take themselves to change Mo Song's daughter-in-law, they didn't care whether the underground Gao family would be angry or not.

I'm too weak, if I can be tougher... She thought about it, just like Brother Bo at the end of the village, no one dared to mess with her.

When she was beaten in her previous life, Bo Qingshan, who was passing by, helped her.

After Mo Hu was injured, he was not convinced, so he shouted that he had a leg with Bo Qingshan.

Later, he hanged himself in front of Mo Hu's house, and I don't know what happened to Brother Bo later? Did you get him in trouble?

She was in a trance for a lifetime, and she was only eighteen years old when she died, and before she died, she thought that she would never be a human again in the next life, but unfortunately she had to live again with this body.

Mo Jingchun let out a long breath, if you want to change, tomorrow the Zhou family will be picked up and split up, and in the previous life, because the Gao family did not agree, it didn't work.

If they can successfully split up this time, even if the Gao family goes later, at least they will not be at their mercy again.

After settling down, Mo Jingchun thought about how to convince Gao, but he didn't know that Gao was also reminiscing about today's events, and felt that his second son's ears were too soft, and his second daughter-in-law was too strong and shallow-eyed!

Only Mo Qinglin didn't have any worries, tirelessly adding yellow paper to the brazier, and muttering: "Big brother, sister-in-law, little brother will burn more for you, and there will be no shortage of money below." ”

said, and began to wipe away tears again: "You have to come to see me and Chun'er in your dreams more often." ”

At this moment a gust of wind blew from outside the house, as if in response to his words.

Mo Qinglin shouted happily: "Mother, Chun'er, look, the eldest brother and sister-in-law have promised me!" ”

Mo Jingchun raised his eyes, and the wind suddenly became stronger, blowing up the paper ashes at the bottom of the basin and the yellow paper scattered all over the ground.

Mo Qinglin hurriedly cleaned up the paper, and the ever-bright lamp was also shaky, Gao Shi frightened: "Don't let that light go out!" ”

Mo Jingchun hurriedly took off his coat, leaned forward to cover the lamp and candle, and kept the candle.

The lamp was originally a wick of a candle coiled in candle oil and placed on a stool next to the coffin.

In this way, Mo Jingchun's head hung directly above the coffin, only an elbow away from the faces of Mo Changlin and the others.

After all, she faced the corpse for the first time, and she was a little afraid to look at it, and then she thought that this was her father and mother who usually loved her, and she would never see her again, so she was bold and looked at it greedily.

When her eyes lingered on Xiao Gao's face, she noticed that Xiao Gao's clothes were a little uneven.

The wind had stopped, and Mo Jingchun withdrew his hand to tidy up Xiao Gao's clothes.

When I looked down, I felt that something was wrong, the waists of the two people's clothes were messy, as if they had been turned over, and the clothes they were wearing were also placed in the coffin, packed with a bag.

Even the baggage has traces of being turned over.