Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 223 The fetus moves ([-])

..."I don't know what it is. Let's go get it and take a look now?" I said.

I remember when my father and I were trapped in the underground warehouse, my father told me what I had to do for him when we got out. Now I can't wait.

So, with the cooperation of my grandparents, my mother and I and the Lian family came to our ancestral house of the Ye family.

Although the Ye family's ancestral house is large, it is in disrepair and is dilapidated. Other houses have been renovated into beautiful small bungalows. Only our Ye family's ancestral house has incomplete tiles.

You know, how dangerous it is for two 80- or [-]-year-old men to climb the beam to renovate the tiles. It is expected that they would not dare to go up.

Looking back on the nine years I lived in my ancestral home as a child, I felt carefree.

Wenling Village and Daiming Village are adjacent. I have been like a wild monkey since I was a child. We took turns living in the two villages. My grandparents liked my younger brother and ignored me. I didn't go to Lian's grandma's house to eat various meals. To plant things, I would go to my grandpa’s house next door and have fun.

It wasn't until my younger brother and father got into trouble one after another that we couldn't stay at my grandfather's house anymore, so my mother and I went away to seek a living.

Standing in front of my ancestral house, thousands of thoughts were raging like the sea, and I was filled with worries. Grandma stood beside me and asked impatiently: "What does your father want you to find? Where is it?"

The memory was interrupted, and I walked into the hall of the east room. There was a plaque on the front wall of the hall that said "Awesomeness will last forever." This is what my father has always emphasized to me since I was a child. You must be upright and upright, and your awe-inspiring spirit will last forever. The spirit that lives on.

On the left side of the hall, there is a family portrait of my father and grandparents. In the photo, there are long-lost smiles of my grandparents. This is what my father asked me to pick up.

I found a chair and wanted to climb up to get it. As soon as I stepped on it, my stomach started to hurt again: this time it hurt more than before, and the gaps were getting denser and denser. How could this happen?
I was a little panicked, this kind of pain...couldn't it be the legendary prenatal pain?

I remember my friend Wei Xiaoling once described prepartum labor pains to me. The pain was due to uterine contraction. As time went by, the labor pains would become more frequent and last longer.

But this is impossible!Wasn't Wanliang sealed?Even if there is no seal, it is not yet time for production?

I was sweating all over my body and shaking with pain. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold it back.

Qiao Sheng saw something was wrong with me and looked down at me, "What's wrong? You look so ugly?"

I forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Please help me get that family photo." It was a quick decision.

Qiao Sheng was worried, hesitated for a moment, then went up to take down the photo and handed it to me.

The photo frame is exquisite and spotless. It feels heavy. The people on it look very happy. The grandparents' hair is still black and they look very young.

I stopped wasting time and immediately opened the photo frame and found that there was a "hidden mystery" in the photo frame, and there was an extra photo in it.

I picked up the photo inside. It was the same photo as the one outside, but there were two more people. It was my mother standing next to my father instead of me, smiling brightly and happily.

It was obviously my father who glued it on. My father’s small gesture instantly warmed my heart and moved me to tears.

"Leilei, there are words on the back." Qiao Sheng looked at the back of the photo and said to me.

I was about to turn it over to see what was going on, but my grandma reached out and snatched it away very quickly. She burst into tears when she looked at those words, and said to grandpa while crying and laughing: "Yes, it's Mu Ming's words..."

In fact, grandma is illiterate, but she will never forget her father's handwriting.

　More exciting later...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)