Yang Ruoqing had completely shrunk into Luo Fengtang's arms.
"Oh my god, this sounds scary." She said, quickly reaching out and hugging his waist.
Only his warm, strong chest could make her feel safe.
"If I sorted out the ghost stories in Mian Niu Mountain, I could write a collection," she said.
Suddenly a thought came into my mind. Since I finished the last two novels, I haven't written them in the past two years. It's time to come back to the world and move "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" to this time and space.
Well, it's best to add some things you've heard, and then add some interesting things from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" to ensure it sells well.
"Obviously, Jiangjiapo is a very evil place, and the people who were buried there one after another died abnormally, so the yin energy in that place became heavier and heavier over time," Yang Ruoqing analyzed.
"Especially on a special day like tonight, it is even easier to encounter evil spirits. However, when we passed by, those evil things did not dare to get close. It seems that our auras, especially yours, , It’s really powerful!” Yang Ruoqing sighed.
Luo Fengtang raised his hand and stroked her hair, and said solemnly: "I am a general. I have fought in the north and south. I have killed countless enemy lives with my hands."
"Perhaps it's like the rumors say. In our line of work, people are very murderous, so those evil things don't dare to get close." He said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Not only the murderous aura, but also the awe-inspiring righteousness in you!"
And some other things that she couldn't understand, just like the fleeting red light like ultraviolet light when he walked towards the middle of the cemetery...
"During this period, we should try not to walk at night. After all, it is a traditional festival, and some sayings have been passed down from a long time ago," Luo Fengtang warned Yang Ruoqing like a child.
"Since there is such a statement, it is definitely not groundless. There is no harm in us having a little idea and following it. Isn't it?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing nodded obediently: "Yes, yes, you are right."
…
The next morning, Yang Ruoqing went to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash clothes and vegetables, and happened to meet Yang Huamei coming over to wash clothes with a load.
On one side are baskets, pots, buckets, mallets, and the family's dirty clothes.
There is also a side filled with vegetables and other miscellaneous things that need to be washed.
The two of them said hello and squatted together to wash themselves.
"Girl, you wash a lot of things, all kinds of things." Yang Ruoqing looked at Yang Huamei's burden and teased.
Yang Huamei smiled bitterly and said: "My mother-in-law has left, and the young and old men in this family are left behind. If I, the woman, are not diligent, this whole family will be bitten and treated like beggars when they walk outside. They are dirty and smelly. I can’t even smell it myself.”
Yang Ruoqing also smiled, "Just wait a few more years until Dabai and Xiaohei get married. Then the two wives will come in together, and you, the mother-in-law, will be able to relax."
Yang Huamei shook her head: "It's not even eleven yet. Even if they get married at 17 or 18, there will still be six or seven years left. It's still early for me to work hard!"
Yang Ruoqing added: "So, as a mother, you can still bathe them for six or seven years. When the daughter-in-law comes in, she will do all the work. You won't even have the chance to bathe, so cherish it!" "
Yang Huamei said: "Whatever you say from Qing'er's mouth can make people think about the good side, well, talking to you makes people feel empowered."
"Oh, Qing'er, I heard that Li Xiu had a heart attack last night?" Yang Huamei asked again.
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, we all went there overnight and gave birth to a boy."
"This is two months early. Do you think... is it appropriate?" Yang Huamei asked in a low voice.
The words were not stated clearly, but Yang Ruoqing understood the meaning of Yang Huamei's words.
"It's hard to say. He's so small and his cries aren't loud. I hope he's taken good care of and is safe." Yang Ruoqing said.
No matter how scheming Li Xiuxin is, she and Yang Yongxian are Zhou Yu's opponents. One is willing to be beaten and the other is willing to suffer. Besides, the child is innocent.
Therefore, Yang Ruoqing would not curse a newborn child just because she disliked Li Xiuxin. This was unscrupulous and unscrupulous.
"Well, I hope this child will grow up safely. After all, he is also my biological grandnephew, even though I really hate this child's mother, Li Xiuxin!"
Yang Huamei also curled her lips and said.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, thought of something, and said to Yang Huamei: "Auntie, have you gone to the old house today?"
Yang Huamei shook her head: "Since I got up now, I haven't had a moment to spare. I hit my butt on the bench for a while while eating breakfast, and my feet didn't stop the rest of the time. Where can I go to the old house?"
Yang Ruoqing asked again: "Then, are Dabai and Xiaohei at home?"
Yang Huamei said: "Here, what are you asking him to do? Is something wrong?"
Yang Ruoqing hesitated and said, "Did he leave the house last night?"
Yang Huamei stopped what she was doing and looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise: "You haven't left home before. Yesterday, during the Ghost Festival, we came back from worshiping our ancestors on the mountain, and I cooked dinner for the night."
"Not long after dinner, everyone went back to their houses to sleep."
Yang Ruoqing said: "In other words, you are all asleep, and you don't know if he got up in the middle of the night and went out again, right?"
Yang Huamei nodded.
"Oh no, what are you doing, Qing'er? Why are you asking all this? Don't hide anything from me. You know I have a short temper!" Yang Huamei asked again.
Yang Ruoqing leaned into Yang Huamei's ear and told Yang Huamei what happened to Yang Huaming and Liu last night.
"What? Did you encounter a roadblock? Or was it caused by seeing my father-in-law going up the mountain with a woman?"
Yang Huamei was so shocked that she opened her mouth to ask. As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that this was a pond and there were other women bathing nearby. She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.
As a result, the mallet fell into the water.
Yang Ruoqing quickly leaned over to pick up the dropped mallet and put it back into her hand: "Calm down, calm down!"
Yang Huamei took two deep breaths and finally suppressed her emotions. While she was immersed in washing clothes, she carefully recalled every move of her father-in-law during this period in her mind, trying to get some clues from it.
Suddenly, Yang Huamei paused again.
"Qing'er, I seem to have thought of something." She whispered.
"What?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang Huamei frowned, her pupils rolled, as if she was thinking about it but didn't dare to make up her mind.
"A few days ago, I was drying my father-in-law's bed, and I found a handkerchief under his pillow with a strand of a woman's hair wrapped in it."
"I thought to myself at the time, this is probably because my father-in-law misses my mother-in-law, so he secretly left a strand of her hair as a memory, right?"
