Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1381 Pen and Ink End of the World (62)

The car drove on the bumpy mountain road, and after walking for a long time, Linghu Lan finally arrived at the small town to which Wenjia Village belongs.

When she arrived at the town, it was about 20 kilometers away from Wenjia Village. She took a taxi and finally arrived at Wenjia Village before dark in the evening.

Wenmo is unfamiliar and familiar with Wenjia Village. She was born and raised here, but she has been going out to study since then, and came back very rarely. When she was in college, her grandmother passed away, and she came back to take care of the funeral. That time, she deeply felt the changes in the village. , many people can no longer call their names, especially some newborn children, many faces are unfamiliar.

Linghulan got out of the car, and the roads were all repaired concrete roads. She walked along the road to the village, and met many familiar and unfamiliar people along the way. Linghulan could only rely on her literary memory to talk to them. To say hello, you can only smile and nod more often.

Stumbling like this, I finally reached Grandma Wenmo's house, which was a small yard with three houses built inside.

The house has not been cleaned up for many years, and it looks dilapidated from the outside, with obvious signs of wind and rain, and the dilapidated cobwebs in the corners are swaying in the wind.

The courtyard door is locked, but people can easily climb in from the low courtyard wall.Linghu Lan looked at the locked door and remembered that she didn't have the key with her.

She encouraged herself with her hands, and was about to squeeze the lock open when the opposite door creaked, and a sudden voice sounded. "Who are you?"

When Linghu Lan turned her head, she saw an old lady with a face full of vicissitudes, looking at her suspiciously with her cloudy eyes, and before Linghu Lan could speak, the old lady's eyes burst out with the light of memories. "Wen Mo? Are you Wen Mo?"

Linghulan frowned and thought for a long time, and pulled it out from Wenmo's memory. According to her seniority, this aunt should be called Auntie, but this auntie used to have a hot temper, and she didn't get along with Wenmo's grandmother. Back and forth, when Wen Mo was taking care of grandma's funeral, she came to help out, and we never saw each other again.

Linghu Lan thought for a while and replied, "It's me, Auntie!"

The aunt opened the door with a bang, "I haven't seen you for many years, is this coming back for a walk? Oh, come and sit in the house. There is nothing in your grandma's house, and people are not easy to treat. Come home to drink water."

The simplicity and enthusiasm of the villagers rushed to her face, Linghulan smiled and refused, if she was a real Wenmo, it would be fine to go to the house, but unfortunately she is not, it would be embarrassing to go. "Thank you, Auntie. No need. I'll just take a look and go. I'll be in a hurry to drive back later."

Linghu Lan pinched it with her fingers, and the lock snapped and fell to the ground. The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a heavy creaking sound.

The aunt ran out of her house with a bark, quickly grabbed Linghu Lan's hand, and pulled her home.

"If you want to go home, don't be in a hurry. Today, my aunt said something unpleasant. No one has been in your grandma's house for many years. It's very cloudy. Even if you want to go in, let the house hang out overnight. Waiting to go in during the day, there is no reason to enter the old house at night, you are not afraid of attracting ghosts!"

Linghu Lan's arm was painfully pinched by the aunt, but she could feel that her anxiety and worry were real.

But ghost?

Linghu Lan had a strange feeling in her heart, and she said calmly: "Where are there ghosts in this society?"

(End of this chapter)