When it got dark, Mu San and others were noisy for a whole day, and finally they were so tired that they couldn't stand it anymore and retreated voluntarily.
At night, Mu Yunhan had another nightmare. In the dream, there was a constant "ticking" sound, and the blood was about to run out, and the fear and pain caused by the poison that sealed her throat was like a poisonous snake, tightly strangling her throat.
She struggled in vain, like a drowning person, desperate and helpless.
She vaguely heard someone comforting her softly, and a soft, cool hand placed on her forehead, dispelling her despair and sadness.
Mu Yunhan squeezed that hand tightly and whispered: "Grandma, grandma, I'm useless, I'm sorry for you..."
"It's not your fault." The hand held her back, firm and strong.
Mu Yunhan gradually relaxed his brows and became quiet.
In the darkness, Gu Fenglin poked her slightly pouted lips, thoughtfully.
Grandma? Why hasn’t he heard that Mu Yunhan has a grandmother?
Mu Er's wife, Mrs. Zhao, was brought back from abroad by Mu Er. She has never seen any relatives come to her, and she has never been seen visiting relatives. Why did Mu Yunhan call her grandma in her dream?
You said she was useless, sorry? What are you sorry for?
Early in the morning, Mu Yunhan quietly left Gu's house. Everything was wet. No wonder she had nightmares last night. It turned out to be raining.
That encounter left a shadow on her, and she didn't know when she would be able to overcome her fear of the sound of rain and dripping water.
Mu Yunhan frowned lightly, always feeling that someone was comforting and taking care of her last night, but when she woke up, everything was as usual, the doors and windows were intact, and there was no sign of anyone breaking in.
Maybe my brain was damaged and I missed my grandma too much, so I had auditory hallucinations.
Mu Yunhan shook his head slightly and walked quickly along the deserted street.
It was only five o'clock in the morning, it was still dark, and most of the people in the town hadn't gotten up. There were a few families who were busy grinding tofu and steaming cakes to make a living. The bright and hot air filtered through the windows, which made her feel a lot warmer invisibly.
She walked to the door of Zhao Lizheng's house in the west of town, stopped, and knocked on the iron ring.
Before the Zhao family got up, a dog started barking through the door.
After about a cup of tea, someone inside asked: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Mu Yunhan." Mu Yunhan said slowly and in a relaxed tone.
It was quiet for a moment, and then the door opened, and Zhao Lizheng's son Huzi looked surprised: "Xiaohan, is it really you?"
"It's me." Mu Yunhan lowered his eyes with a calm expression.
"It's great that you're okay!" Huzi said shamefully: "They said you died and then came back to life. They also said what happened to the Gu family, your third uncle and the others... Well, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I...
Are you still in pain?"
"Huzi, who is it?" A woman's voice came from the room, interrupting Huzi's words.
"Ms. Zhao, I am Mu Yunhan. I have something important to see you." Mu Yunhan called out quickly.
Mrs. Zhao came out with a straight face and asked warily: "It's really you, what's the matter? If you want to borrow money, don't open your mouth." (To be continued)