Relocation Brigade

Probably Chen Ling's bad mood was reflected on his face when he entered the door. Yuheshan's small courtyard was extremely quiet today, even the purple-blue parrot that loves to eat melon seeds was quiet, and only dared to eat it with its beak very quietly. apple.

The weasel curled up and leaned against the door, sometimes the tips of its ears trembled——

Hearing the voices of a person and a dog in the room, it was very envious, but it didn't dare to rush into the terrible room behind it.

Even if that terrifying man is not there, his powerful aura still stays inside, easily frightening it to the point where it explodes.

I don't know how long it took, but the room became quiet.

The weasel stretched out its two paws in front of it, pressed down its long back, stretched out a comfortable stretch, and then climbed back to the ground again, like a conscientious soldier, guarding outside the master's door, even Zhao Xunchang thought It is not allowed to open the door again to peek.

Zhao Xunchang gave up pushing the door again, and tapped the weasel's head with his finger. Before he could reproach him, the other party stretched out his pink tongue and licked his fingertips.

Zhao Xunchang's tense old face suddenly burst into laughter, shook his head and sighed: "What a clever little ghost, he knows how to make people happy."

To use the popular saying now is to be cute.

Weasel tilted his head, and looked at the old man unblinkingly with round eyes, as if he didn't understand, but also as if he agreed with his words.

Zhao Xunchang stood up, looked at the closed door, and couldn't help but sighed again.

In fact, he didn't know how much Chen Ling knew about his life experience, but judging from the conversation between him and Li Daoxuan, he probably didn't know much.

The sun had already dropped below the horizon, without the disturbing light of the day, the little bugs that hid also emerged, neighing continuously at night.

Zhao Xunchang went back to the room to write calligraphy for a while, and then, as if he had expected it, he came out at the precise moment, went to the yard and opened the two red-painted wooden doors.

About two or three minutes later, there was the sound of cars on the small road outside.

Soon, a bright white car stopped outside the gate of the small courtyard, and the Chen family's parents got out of the car in a hurry, looking worried.

"Mr. Zhao, Lingling, how is he now? Did he ask anything? How did you tell him?" Mother Chen was nervous, her eyes were red, and she obviously cried because of uncontrollable emotions on the way here.

Father Chen took his wife's arm, trying to calm her down.

Zhao Xunchang said: "He only knows that he was once a dead person."

Mother Chen did not breathe a sigh of relief, on the contrary, she became more and more sad, and her tears flowed down immediately as if the thread had broken.

Chen's father clenched his fists, and looked a little nervous, "Then how did you tell him?"

"He didn't ask." Zhao Xunchang shook his head, "He didn't ask anything, because of Jiang Yu's matter, he locked himself in the room as soon as he came back, and hasn't said a word to me so far."

Father Chen listened to Zhao Xunchang briefly talk about today's events on the phone, and he was only afraid.

When the five thunders fell for the first time, there was not much movement in their direction, but then it was different. The black clouds all over the sky were densely packed together, covering the entire sky, and the terrifying constant beating The thunder and lightning striking the ground, just looking at it from a distance makes one's heart startled.

At that time, he still wanted to laugh and joke with his wife, whether someone was crossing the catastrophe.

A word became a prophecy, and it was actually right.

When he learned from Zhao Xunchang that Jiang Yu was punished by Tianlei, he didn't speak for a while.

Although the son sees ghosts frequently, they have never experienced or seen it with their own eyes. The supernatural, metaphysics, ghosts, gods and demons are still far away from them.

It took about half a minute for Father Chen to regain his thoughts. His first reaction was, what happened to their precious son, and his little boyfriend would just leave like that, and his son would be very sad.

This idea has overshadowed his son's worry that he may know his life experience. Father Chen was restless along the way, which attracted his wife's attention.

Chen's mother thought that something more serious happened to her son, and because she didn't want to worry herself, she begged his father to hide it with him.As for Zhao Xunchang's claim that Chen Ling knew his own background, it might be just a rhetoric to let them talk to his son face to face.

Who knew that under pressure, she found out that her son fell in love with a man.

And that man is most likely dead.

So after her son came out, Mother Chen realized that her son had become a new widow.

Chen's mother didn't know whether to cry or cry for a while. Intellectually, she didn't want her son to choose a narrow and single path to lead his own life, and hoped that he would fall in love, get married, and have children at the right time.

But emotionally, she hopes that her son can be happy and safe, not stick to the world, and be happy as he wants.

And this expectation, knowing that his son had brushed shoulders with death, became even more intense.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and children always have to go on their own in life. They have passed the time of walking with their hands.

As a parent, instead of standing against your children with secular issues, you should choose to be their support and encouragement.

So when she heard Zhao Xunchang's words at this time, Mother Chen's first sentence was: "The matter of life experience is not important, I just want to ask, did he cry?"

Chen Ling is not a child who loves to cry, but every time he cries, he is very quiet. Mother Chen is most afraid of her son crying. When he cries, the whole family doesn't know what to do. Make him happy.

"This..." Zhao Xunchang didn't expect that the first sentence Chen's mother said to him would be this, and he shook his head after a while, "Probably not, but his eyes are red."

Since the little apprentice learned Taoism from himself, except for the red eyes when he watched him catch ghosts at first, he never had any.

Thinking of Chen Lingyin's sad expression, he said, "Maybe it will be fine after a while."

How can the harshness of first love get better after a while, and it is not a cold, and there is no specific medicine to cure it.

For a moment, the three of them fell silent, you looked at me, and I watched you sitting around the four tables in the yard silently.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the color of the sky is getting darker and darker, making the stars shine brightly.

When it was almost midnight, Chen Ling woke up from the darkness, and subconsciously touched the empty seat beside him, which he had specially reserved for Jiang Yu before he fell asleep completely.

There was nothingness touched by the fingertips, and there was nothing.

Lost is like a deep sea, drowning him so that he can't breathe.

He touched the big dog's head on his chest, "Didn't Master say that he would come back when I woke up?" Biting his lower lip, he cursed in a low voice, "Liar."

The German Shepherd raised the dog's head and rubbed the young man's chin with the tip of his wet nose, followed by a grunt.

It froze, sat up suddenly, then tilted its head a little bit, and put its furry ears on Chen Ling's belly, "Wow?"

Chen Ling rubbed his shriveled stomach in embarrassment, he was hungry.

Ever since Shen Dazhuang's small building formally confronted the people from the special dispatch department, he hadn't eaten anything, but he didn't want to move at all. Jiang Yu's disappearance took away his strength and desire.

But Demu stubbornly bit his clothes and dragged him under the bed.

Chen Ling couldn't resist it, so he stretched out his hand to pluck the dog's hair, "Don't pull it, can I get up?" He said so, but when he got up, he couldn't bear to bury his head on the pillow that Jiang Yu had slept on, like a drug addict Same, took a deep breath.

Seeing him not moving, De Shepherd looked like a stern watcher, with his head on the side of the bed, staring straight at him.

Chen Ling realized something, and suddenly turned his head. When he touched Demu's eyes, he froze for a moment, and then blurted out: "Is it you?"

Demu blinked, his round eyes were not at all ignorant and obedient as before when he first entered the world, only calm and focused.

Chen Ling slid off the bed at once, reached out to hold the dog's head, and grabbed the soft flesh on both sides of its cheeks with both hands: "Jiang Yu!"

The movement of the German Shepherd was very gentle. It raised its head and stretched out its tongue to lick the young man's cheek, once, twice, then stood up, his figure instantly raised a lot, and stuck his head on the young man's shoulder and neck coquettishly.

Chen Ling hugged it hard, the tip of his nose was buried in the thick fur, and he spoke in a nasal voice: "Where have you been, how is your injury?"

He sniffed, his eyes burning.

The two had only been separated for more than ten hours, but he felt that he missed him very much, especially when he walked into the small courtyard, a place where he lived with a man, it seemed that he could see each other's shadow everywhere.

The movement of German Shepherd rubbing against the young man stopped suddenly, Chen Ling realized something, and quickly removed the dog's head from his shoulder.

Sure enough, Demu returned to that stupid look again.

Chen Ling reached out and touched its head, begging: "Can you help me ask him when he can come back."

German Shepherd groaned at him, as if in doubt.

At least knowing that the other party can still see him through the eyes of the German Shepherd, Chen Ling's heavy and depressed mood suddenly found an outlet, and his turbidity was released.

He pulled the corners of his lips, and the German Shepherd quickly turned from squatting to standing, stubbornly biting his master's clothes, and continued to drag him out.

The wooden door is old, and the loose-leaf always makes a creaking friction sound when it is in motion.

The three people in the yard looked over together, with surprise, concern, worry, and bewilderment in their eyes.

Father Chen was the calmest. He walked over and put his palm on one of his son's shoulders: "Your mother and I are worried about you, come and have a look."

Chen Ling recalled the words he had questioned Li Daoxuan before, he pursed his lips, guessing that Master had asked his parents to come over, he must have something to tell himself.

He looked down at his toes for a few moments, then looked up and said, "Dad, I'm a little hungry, I want to get something to eat first."

"Mom will help you." Chen's mother stood up, glanced at every door, found the kitchen and walked in quickly.

Chen Ling followed in, and seeing his mother's busy figure, he felt a little sour, especially after the other party asked him attentively what he wanted to eat, the sourness was magnified many times.

He reached out to hold his mother's hand and asked in a low voice, "Do you have something to tell me?"

"No... yes... Lingling, me and your father... we..." It turns out that the words of psychological construction and self-comfort are useless when facing the problem face to face.

The words organized by the organization on the road before were all stuck in the throat at this time, and it was difficult to say a few words, but the preamble was still inconsistent.

Seeing his mother struggling with his confused expression, Chen Ling suddenly opened his arms and gave her a firm hug. His voice was hoarse and low, but his words were gentle and firm: "Mom, don't be so nervous. , no matter what, I will always be your son with Dad."

Mother Chen burst into tears, "I know, I know."

Chen Ling patted her on the back: "So are you free to tell me a story from 20 years ago?"

Twenty years ago, it happened to be the year Chen Ling was born.

It was already the sixth year that the Chen family couple had been married, and they still couldn't conceive a child.

And with long-term treatment, they start to feel tired and even want to give up.

The doctor's suggestion is to hope that they can change their environment and relax before making further plans.

At that time, Yuhe Mountain was green and green, filled with the breath of life, every morning you could see the mist, and every evening there were red clouds and sunsets, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise.

So after discussing with his wife, Father Chen took his luggage to the foot of Yuhe Mountain under his name and rented a small yard for a temporary stay.

This stay lasts for half a year.

Perhaps because of the environment, the depressed mood of the couple has been relieved, and they also want to open up, and no longer insist on the fate of their children.

In the evening before they planned to leave, Father Chen took Mother Chen up the mountain to dig some wild vegetables to bring back to the city, but when they reached the top of the mountain, they heard a baby crying.

The baby's cry was very strange, as if it was covered by something, which made it hard to hear.

Chen's mother was timid, and she held her husband's arm tightly: "Husband, could it be haunted? How could there be a baby crying at night?"

Father Chen was more courageous, but as the sun went down and the moonlight elongated the shadows of trees and flowers, he gradually felt a little gloomy, but as a husband, he felt that he had to set up a tall image for his wife.

"You wait here, I'll go and have a look."

Father Chen bent over, followed the sound, and finally stood still in one place.

He had a strange look, and he was staring at the ground under his feet with his brows tightly locked. The voice came from under the soil.

Papa Chen felt chills down his spine, this is too weird!

He was about to turn around and take his wife to leave quickly, but hesitant when he turned around for some reason. After a few minutes of thinking, he went to ask his wife to go back down the mountain and found two small shovels from the temporary house.

When they came back, the crying had become faint.

Father Chen was inexplicably anxious, pulling his wife to move quickly, carefully but quickly throwing away the soil.

Only then did they discover that there was a shoe box buried underneath, and the baby's crying came from the shoe box.

Mother Chen's heart trembled, she exchanged a glance with her husband, and gently opened the lid of the shoe box. Inside was a little purple baby curled up. Because of the small space, his head was stuck on his knees, and his back was bent very badly. .

On the side of the shoebox, lay a piece of white paper with faintly visible black writing and a stack of brand new ghost coins.

It was strange to say that after the baby was gently carried out by Chen's mother, he suddenly stopped crying and stared at Chen's mother without blinking his bright eyes.

Father Chen took out the white paper to read the content, but no matter how many times he read it, he still felt confused.

Obviously he can understand the words above, but why he can't understand the meaning when they are combined together.

Chen's mother realized that her husband's expression was wrong, and asked softly: "What is written on it? Is it the contact information of his relatives? Or something else?" After finishing speaking, Chen's mother frowned, and said angrily, "Can the living The child buried here is probably a beast, so how could he leave personal information."

"No." Father Chen's throat was dry, he swallowed a few times, and said, "This child was indeed buried here alive, but that was already eight days ago..."

On the paper is a mother's cry and confession.

Crying about the helplessness and pain of having a child out of wedlock, repenting that I did not intend to abandon the child, but because of the helplessness of life, and in order to prevent the child from living in pain, he was despised and ridiculed all his life.

Because the child was born unresponsive to sound and light.

This is a born blind, dumb.

At the end, it is the time when she wrote this letter, eight days ago.