After calling out two or three times, there was no movement. Instead, a gust of wind passed and she became even colder. She got off the ground by herself and walked to the window. She couldn't help but be stunned: Is there fog outside?
Why is it so hazy?
She frowned and looked at it carefully, but another gust of wind came to her face with a thick water vapor. This was not the beach, why was there such a large amount of water vapor?
Just as she was thinking, a flute sound suddenly sounded quietly, and only a few notes briefly, Old Lady An's face turned pale. This is the song that the dead ghost likes. It's been so many years. She absolutely does not allow this song in the general's mansion.
The song appears, and now, who is playing it?
At this moment, something strange happened to her. In the dark night, a few palace lanterns suddenly appeared from a distance. The lights floated in the air and finally fell slowly in the yard.
Her breathing suddenly became rapid: What's the situation? The light was still floating in the air, as if someone was holding it, but she opened her eyes wide and did not see anyone.
"Where are you here?" Her voice trembled.
No one answered her.
Only the whimpering sound in the yard sounded like a wolf howl and a cry.
When she thought of the word ghost, Old Mrs. An felt that it was really strange tonight. Why was the fog in the yard getting bigger and bigger? Was she dreaming?
She pinched her hand, and a sensation of pain came clearly, and she heard the sound of the flute again.
The old lady was angry: "Who is pretending to be a ghost..."
The answer to her was the faint whimpering sound in the air, the thicker and thicker fog, and the few palace lanterns that were still shaking, as if a drunk person was dancing in front of her. The old lady had been through so many years.
, She also experienced strong winds and waves, but this was the first time she saw such a scene. She only felt that her hair was itchy and stood up one by one...
"Come..." The old lady's voice became louder, but there was still no one.
The old lady wanted to close the window, but the window was not easy to use. She pushed it up hatefully, but the window was set and then fell down, almost hitting her in the foot.
She jumped up, and became angry because of fear. Because of the anger, the fear was suppressed, and she pulled the door and walked out...
In the yard, the temperature is obviously colder than in the house.
After the old lady went out, the light did not shake, but flew up and hung on the treetops.
She looked around: "Who is making trouble? You can't even scare me old woman!"
babble……
The gate of the courtyard opened, and a thicker fog surged in.
The old lady took two steps back, and there seemed to be a shadow in the vague fog. She only felt her hands and feet tremble uncontrollably, and her heart was twitching.
"Who are you?" The old lady's voice was loud, exposing her external strength and middle-aged fucking.
The door opened wider and wider, and a figure really appeared in the fog.
The old lady stopped talking now, only looking at the figure. Until she walked out, the fog was still very thick. The old lady carefully distinguished it, but she didn't see it clearly for a while. She just felt that the figure was extremely graceful and vaguely
A blue dress is very familiar, and her hair is tied like a flying sky. This hairstyle shocked her. In her memory, there is someone who likes such hairstyles, but that was more than 40 years ago.
The figure stopped in the thick fog and did not continue to move out. But the sound of the flute came again, and the sound kept drilling into the old lady's ears, as if it was about to drill into her head and eat her. She did not admit that she was afraid.
She just stared at the figure and sneered.
"Sister..." The voice swallowed quietly, and suddenly the stopped palace lantern flew up again, spinning constantly. The old lady kept retreating. She wanted to return to the room, but the door behind her slammed and broke
On her way back, the old lady was shocked and panicked and shouted loudly: "It's you, you dead, you're dead, you're dead, you're still coming out to make trouble. I'm not afraid of you before you're alive, what can you do to me after you're born?"
Before she finished speaking, she felt a cold wind blowing her a meter away. She almost fell to the ground. She stood up with the wall: "What are you doing? Want to kill me? Come on... You evil ghost
, even the general's mansion dares to enter!"
"General's Mansion? Why don't you dare to enter? Wherever my sister is, I can be..."
"Bah, you're dreaming, are you still thinking about being a fair wife? By the way, the general is dead, why don't you go to him? What do you come to me for here? You're fine now, what do you want to be a wife?
I can't care about any wife, and you can't make it here to scare me..." The old lady was so angry that she was so angry that she couldn't retreat, and stepped forward and took a step forward, "You want to take my life, then come
Well, I'm living a boring life..."
What happened recently made her depressed, and she looked at her death as if she was home.
The figure in the blue-clothed in the fog did not move, but the wind spun around the old lady, and a fog caught her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, she suddenly saw the figure in the fog changing drastically, her hair was raised, and her face became ferocious: "Give me back my child...Give me back my child..."
The sounds of the ground are like ghosts on the night mountain, directly scrambling people's bones...
The old lady's arrogant momentum just now suddenly faded away. The sound continued to sound in the fog, and it couldn't be removed. The old lady covered her ears, but the sound was still clearly heard. She didn't know if she was in a dream.
She hoped it was a dream and she could wake up soon.
Finally she couldn't bear the pressure and shouted, "Shut up! You woman, you won't let me have peace after death. Do you think I'm willing to raise your son? Your son has got the general's mansion that should belong to my son.
, Are you not satisfied? What do you want? If you want my life, take it away. If you want your son, your son An Zhongtao is right in front. Go find him, you go and take his life, your mother and son
Don't you want to be together?"
"You..." The figure in the fog was full of anger, and I continued to say it.
The old lady gritted her teeth: "For so many years, do you think I would like to see your son? Do you think I would like to face that face. You woman, you dominated the old general and wanted to be a fair wife. You are the one.
But I want to be a fair wife. You are ungrateful, do you blame others? You are dead and you still want to come back. Do you think I am afraid of you? I am not afraid of you. What can you do to me? You are just a dead ghost...
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The old lady spoke faster and faster, and she was swaying her teeth and claws, almost like a ghost than the figure in the fog.
At this moment, the palace lanterns stopped rotating, and the fog slowly faded, and a majestic figure walked out of the fog.
The old lady stared at the fog and finally stopped in surprise, staring at it and trying to see clearly: "Is it the old general?"
She asked tremblingly.
The figure walked in front of her, but it was An Zhongtao.
She was stunned for a moment, and then she saw that the fog dissipated, and the blue dress was worn on An Qingran. Yes, when An Qingran dressed up like this, she looked eighty-point like Mrs. Lan. Damn it, no wonder she was
When I saw her, my heart was turbulent. I hated her very much. I hated her from the bottom of my heart. Now I realize that I am really old.
An Zhongtao's face turned blue. He looked at the woman in front of him. He always thought she was his mother and always thought that she was just too strict with him, for the sake of his own better. But he didn't expect that she was not his mother at all.
relative.
Yesterday, when An Qingran found him, he didn't believe it, but after reading the testimony, he had thoughts, not for anything else, but for the truth.
"So you are not my mother." An Zhongtao wanted to say something else, but after thinking about it, he said this.
"You guys design?" Old Mrs. An said with a cold face with a raised brow.
"So you are not my mother!" An Zhongtao repeated coldly.
Old Mrs. An smiled: "Zhongtao, what are you saying? My mother just now thought she saw a ghost, how can you believe what she said to the ghost? I am a lie, how could it be true?"
When An Qingran heard it behind her, she bit her teeth. Everyone heard the old lady's words just now. She tried to make excuses. It was really shameful. She still recognized such a person as her grandmother. She didn't know in her previous life.
The reason is that the result was finally achieved in this life, but it was so tragic.
This makes people hate it.
An Qingran didn't speak, but listened to what his father said.
"Is that so? Then what happened to you saying I took your son's general's mansion? Your son should be referring to Zhongyuan." An Zhongtao's voice was very cold, pressing step by step.
The panic on the old lady's face had disappeared, she changed into calmness, and there was a hint of disdain: "How could that be? Did I say that just now? I just thought it was a hell, and I can't remember what I said...
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"I can't remember what you said clearly. Then, do you remember clearly whether I am your son, right?" An Zhongtao asked.
"Why aren't it? Why are you not my son? I have trained you for so many years, and you still say such things. The General's Mansion has given you, and you have inherited the title of the General. I have always been strict with you, so you cannot think of it because of this.
I am not your biological mother, right?" The old lady began to pretend to be confused.
An Qingran didn't expect that she would be so unbearable, and she would not admit anything she said just now.
Obviously, I don’t know her well enough.
An Zhongtao's face turned pale. If he was not present, wouldn't she have something to say?
"Since you said that, I still have two old friends here, and I think my mother will definitely be willing to meet them." After An Zhongtao said this, the old lady's face changed a few times.
It is unlikely that I will get away with it tonight.