Yang Huazhong said: "Hey, it's not your aunt and the others who are afraid. They said there has been some movement at home these days and it's not very peaceful."
"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"This man has been buried in peace, and the great rituals have been performed. Why can't he still live in peace?" she asked.
Xiaoduo also came over and looked at Yang Huazhong with a look of horror and curiosity: "Dad, is my aunt's house haunted? Has anyone seen it?"
Yang Huazhong said: "I didn't ask about the details. Anyway, your aunt is just scared and wants to keep your mother there as her companion."
"Isn't my mother afraid? She has always been very timid, not to mention that someone in Lao Wang's family just died. If she is left there, how will she sleep at night? Who will she sleep with?" Yang Ruoqing said with some dissatisfaction.
Yang Huazhong said: "Your uncle Shuanzi is sleeping in the school tonight, your aunt and your mother are sleeping together, and Dabai and Xiaohei are sleeping in their own small beds. The four of them share a room."
"But mother hasn't had her dinner yet. She's hungry after such a long night. No, I have to bring food to my mother!"
By the way, let me ask what’s going on!
"There's no need to give it away. Your aunt said she'll cook noodles at night, and your mother can make do with it at her house then." Yang Huazhong.
Even though Yang Huazhong said so, Yang Ruoqing still couldn't feel at ease after returning to her home.
My mother has always been very timid, and coupled with the ancient people's concept of ghosts and gods, I asked my mother to stay at Lao Wang's house overnight. This was really impossible for my aunt, so I couldn't push my third sister-in-law away.
My mother will definitely not be able to sleep tonight, she will feel chills all over, and she will feel extremely insecure.
Thinking about how I was afraid of the dark when I was little, my mother would always stay with me and sleep in my arms.
Now, it's time for me to repay my mother.
After returning to her home, Yang Ruoqing told Wang Cuilian, Luo Tiejiang and Tuoba Xian about this matter, and also expressed her intention to accompany Sun.
Wang Cuilian said: "Ms. Shuanzi has just left, and the first seven days have not passed yet. In the words of our villagers, this is the beginning of the heat."
"When you are alive, you are your parents, when you are dead, you are a tiger. When you are alive, you are kind and amiable in every possible way. But once you die, it is certain that people and ghosts will have different paths," she said.
Wang Cuilian couldn't help but think of the short-lived man He Laoliu in her past.
When they were alive, the couple was very affectionate and would discuss everything, but once they were dead, the house where she lived would become a bit intrusive.
Fortunately, his son Amao was still there at that time. Amao also died not long after three, and the room suddenly became cold.
Sometimes she would stay alone in the house during the day, and she would see some mysterious things in a daze.
One night when I was sleeping, I felt someone behind me grinding my teeth.
The sound of grinding teeth was all too familiar to her. He Laoliu used to like grinding his teeth when sleeping.
"Qing'er, then you go and accompany your mother. We will take care of the baby at home for you." Wang Cuilian said.
Luo Baobao raised her head. She didn't quite understand what the adults said, but she said: "I am a big child now. I don't need grandma to take care of me. I take care of myself."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Then take your homework and go to your grandma's house. If you don't know what to do, let your grandma tutor you. After you finish your homework, sleep on your grandma's hot bed."
It was agreed upon in this way, and when Yang Ruoqing went out, she brought a box of food in a food box and lifted a lantern.
Blacksmith Luo said: "Uncle will send you there."
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I'm not afraid of anything!"
Blacksmith Luo said: "It's not safe for a woman to walk in a woman's house at night. My uncle just needs to go out for a walk to eat!"
Yang Ruoqing couldn't resist, so they had to walk out of the courtyard together and walked towards the village.
For ancient rural villages with poor spiritual life, unless they sang opera in the village or enjoyed the cool air on summer nights,
Otherwise, on a late-spring night like now, you would hardly see anyone.
Unless some sneaky people.
Yang Ruoqing and Blacksmith Luo arrived at Lao Wang's house. At this time, there were lights in Lao Wang's kitchen, yard, and hall.
It looks particularly conspicuous in the dark surroundings.
Yang Ruoqing knocked on the door, and it was Wang Hongquan who came to open the door.
Wang Hongquan invited Blacksmith Luo to the main room to smoke dry cigarettes and talk.
Yang Huamei pulled Yang Ruoqing into the room where she and Wang Shuanzi lived. In the room, Dabai and Xiaohei had already gone to bed, and Sun was sitting on the side washing their feet.
Looking at this formation, I am also planning to sleep.
"I'm worried about my mother, so I came here to take a look. I'm afraid she didn't eat at night, so I brought you some food," Yang Ruoqing said.
Sun smiled lovingly and said, "I ate noodles with Mei'er and the others at night. I'm not hungry. You can take the food box home later."
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Here, Yang Huamei made a bowl of hot tea and brought it over, "I just made a bet with your mother. I said Qing'er would definitely run over tonight. Your mother also said it was unlikely. Look, I was right. Bar?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled.
Yang Huamei said again: "Since you're here, there's no rush for this moment. Come, sit down, drink some tea and take a breath."
Yang Ruoqing then sat down.
After looking around, she said to Yang Huamei: "I heard my father say earlier that you are afraid of aunt, and that the yard is still a little uneasy? What's going on?"
When asked about this, the smile on Yang Huamei's face disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Qing'er, it's better not to ask these questions at night. I'm worried that you won't have the guts to walk at night later." Sun reminded her in a low voice.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I am more courageous than an ox. What's more, my uncle came here with me. What are you afraid of?"
Yang Huamei said: "Since you are not afraid, then I will say it."
"In the past two nights, when I was cooking dinner in the kitchen, I kept hearing noises in the woodshed next door from time to time."
"What kind of movement?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang Huamei squinted her eyes, as if thinking about it, and said, "The movement was like someone beating something with a mallet, bang bang bang."
"I didn't pay attention the first time or two, but then the noise was like the door falling. I was so scared that I quickly called you Uncle Shuanzi."
"Shuanzi and my father-in-law were both at home, as were our two children. They heard my shout and came to the kitchen, so I told them about it."
"My father-in-law picked up a stick and went into the woodshed. There was no one in the woodshed, not even a cat."
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing comforted Yang Huamei and said, "Maybe it's the night owl scurrying in elsewhere, or maybe it's the wind blowing, or maybe it's the sound of someone else's door closing next door."
"Anyway, there aren't that many mysterious things in this world, so relax!"
Yang Huamei shook her head and argued: "Even if I misheard what was going on in the woodshed, what should I say about what happened this morning?"
"I can guarantee that what happened this morning is true. I still remember the feeling. It's so real!"
