"Besides, my uncle and aunt built a new house, but they have specially reserved a room for you and my grandma!" Yang Ruoqing added.
Lao Suntou smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, your uncle and aunt are filial, and it is enough that we are old in their hearts. There is no need to move in together."
"Besides, we definitely have to spend the holidays together. Normally, your grandma and I still live in the old house. It's not far anyway. It's just separated by a big road. Your parents' house is still next door."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded.
…
Tang Yazi won't be able to come back until tomorrow, which means that tonight, Yang Ruoqing will have to stay alone in the empty room.
Counting yesterday, it was already the second night that Yang Ruoqing had stayed alone in an empty room.
Yang Ruoqing secretly wanted to laugh, feeling that she was really spoiled by Luo Fengtang now. Without him, she couldn't sleep well.
In his previous life, this would have been unbelievable.
When I'm bored, I open a book and read alone.
The two little guys had gone to meet Duke Zhou long ago after listening to the bedtime story. The room was very quiet, with only the occasional turning of book pages.
The night was quiet, and occasionally there were the barking of dogs from the other side of the village.
Faintly, a woman's cry could be heard in the wind.
When Yang Ruoqing put down the book in her hand and listened, she couldn't hear anything.
But when she picked up the book again and turned two pages, the cry came to her ears again.
"Strange, who is crying in the middle of the night?"
Yang Ruoqing simply put on her coat and went to the window to listen carefully. The sound came and went without.
It came from the other side of the village, but the specific location could not be determined.
The barking of dogs also comes and goes.
"It's probably a couple having a night fight, and the woman is crying!"
Yang Ruoqing thought that in this village, it was common for couples to quarrel and fight, and it was not unusual at all.
Many men are rough and many women are shrewd, and the couple can't even say a few words to each other, or if the woman stimulates the man with words, the man will slap the woman with a big slap.
When encountering a cowardly woman, a few slaps in the face will make her cry.
If you meet someone more aggressive, you have to fight the man to the end like a bullfight.
She scratches the man's face with her paws, scratching him all over the place. In the end, the mother's family comes to seek justice, or she runs back to her mother's house and asks the man to pick her up and apologize.
After the work was done, we went home happily together, and our little days continued to be beaten and beaten, which lasted a lifetime.
It's probably a couple from another family who are having trouble again, so don't worry about it.
Yang Ruoqing then turned around and returned to the bed, not bothering to go to the bed again, and fell asleep amidst the faint, intermittent, and intermittent cries of a woman.
The next day when I went to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash clothes, the women by the pond were all talking about what happened last night.
It seemed that she was not the only one who heard the cry.
Finding an empty seat and squatting down, Yang Ruoqing pricked up her ears and listened to them while washing.
"I've made inquiries, and no one in our village had a night fight last night!"
"It's not a night fight, so why are there women crying? I heard it several times!"
"I'm afraid it's a wild cat barking..."
"I'm not a night owl. That's not how a wild cat meows. It's just a person crying."
"Living people don't cry like that. They cry from time to time..."
"Then according to what you said, it's a ghost crying?"
"hiss……"
Someone took a breath and scolded the person who spoke, "Her aunt, don't say such cautious words. My hair is standing on end in broad daylight."
"Me too, me too, panic!" Someone else echoed.
The aunt who spoke said: "I didn't mean to say anything offensive. Do you still remember that year there was a flood first and then a plague?"
When the disaster of that year was mentioned, everyone's expressions changed.
"Why don't you remember? That year was so miserable, with natural disasters, I don't even dare to think about it!" someone said.
The aunt from before went on to say: "That's right. Before the disaster struck that year, did we often hear crying at night? And we couldn't hear clearly what the crying was about? In short, it was not peaceful at night, and then it became... So many people died!"
Everyone was silent when they heard this, and their expressions became solemn.
"Her aunt, so according to you, the crying last night was the crying of ghosts, and there will be another death in our village in the near future?" someone asked.
The woman said: "I didn't say that. I'm not the City God. How could I know so much?"
"What I'm saying is that the crying doesn't sound like a living person crying. The sound of a living person crying is not that tune..."
When Yang Ruoqing finished washing her clothes and left, they were still happily discussing what happened last night.
These days, spiritual and entertainment life is severely lacking.
In addition, they are superstitious about ghosts and gods, so the spiritual fun of villagers often focuses on these mysterious things.
Just listen, there are too many mysterious things in this world.
The hallucinogenic Death Valley behind Sishan'ao Village, the strange eyeless fish in the underground river underneath, and the tower made of children's bones...
There are so many mysterious areas in this world that we don’t know about.
Again, just listen, don’t affirm or deny, just live your own life and follow your own trajectory.
The kitchen on the construction site.
When Yang Ruoqing and Yuzhi walked into the kitchen chatting and laughing together, they found that Xiaoqin was already in the kitchen.
With her head buried in picking up vegetables, the two of them came in to greet her, and Xiaoqin just said "hmm" without raising her head.
Normally, Xiaoqin would have taken the initiative to say hello to them, and would also have told them with a smile what kind of dishes they had today...
"Xiaoqin, what's wrong with you? Something's wrong?" Yuzhi asked directly.
Xiaoqin was stunned for a moment, her head still buried, but her voice came out: "No, I am picking up vegetables!"
Yuzhi said: "Then it's been so long since Qing'er and I came in, why didn't you even raise your head?"
When Yuzhi asked these questions, Yang Ruoqing stood aside and secretly observed Xiaoqin.
Xiaoqin moved her feet, turned sideways, and then raised her head.
"No way, you are overthinking it. I was just picking up vegetables and thinking about things!" Xiaoqin said.
real?
Yuzhi and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, with obvious disbelief in their eyes!
"Xiaoqin, be careful of the beam above you!"
Yang Ruoqing suddenly shouted.
Xiaoqin raised her head reflexively. Didn't the vegetable basket hanging on the beam above fall?
She turned her head in surprise, "It's nothing..."
As soon as the words came out, she suddenly realized something and quickly turned around and buried her head again.
"Stop burying it, we all saw it!" Yang Ruoqing said angrily.
Yuzhi was surprised. She came to Xiaoqin and said, "Xiaoqin, what's wrong with your face? Why is your nose and cheeks bruised and swollen?" chapter;
