The miserable heroine of the sad novel of the period was penetrated

Chapter 422 Old Xia is probably back

Yesterday, Aunt Zheng and her two daughters had already witnessed how powerful Xia Songlan and the others were, so they didn't dare to say anything.

He just watched coldly as Xia Songlan and a group of people moved things into the yard, and did not dare to stop them.

The whole yard was almost full.

Aunt Zheng couldn't help but asked, "What do you mean by this? Why are you bringing so many people and moving so many things?"

Xia Songlan smiled and said, "Aunt Zheng, didn't I just tell you? You can live in your main room. My grandfather will be there to accompany you anyway.

This two-room apartment was empty anyway, and I happened to be a bit short of money recently, so I rented it out.

It just so happens that they just happened to need a house, so why not rent it to them?"

"This area is going to be demolished soon, you can see everyone around has moved away.

How many days can you rent this place and earn the rent?"

"Oh, so Aunt Zheng also knew about the demolition. I thought you didn't know."

Aunt Zheng was speechless and stopped talking, just gasping for breath.

The group of people led by Qin Dashuang were quick and efficient and quickly cleaned up the east and west wing rooms.

Then they carried all the things they brought into the house one by one.

Aunt Zheng was always worried that Xia Songlan would cheat, so she asked her son to guard the yard and inform her immediately if he found anything unusual.

In the middle of the morning, the yard was quiet. Everyone went back to their rooms. They seemed to be tired and were resting. There was no sound at all.

Aunt Zheng felt relieved after listening to her son's report.

I went back to the bedroom, sat in the rocking chair, took out today's newspaper and started reading.

There is a very old window on the east wall of the bedroom.

Aunt Zheng usually doesn't open it, but for some reason she opened it this time.

A small breeze blew in from there, making Aunt Zheng's back feel cold.

She took off her reading glasses and looked toward the window.

Then she saw Grandpa Xia Songlan standing by the window, looking at her with a smile on his face.

The smile was exactly the same as the one in the portrait, which scared Aunt Zheng so much that she immediately closed her eyes and screamed.

When Aunt Zheng's children heard the sound, they ran in quickly and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Zheng pointed in the direction of the window in panic and said, "Old Xia was standing there just now, smiling at me.

Oh my god, I'm so scared."

Aunt Zheng's son was very brave. He quickly walked to the window, stuck his head out and looked out for a long time, "Mom, there's no one here. Are you overthinking it?

This window has been broken for such a long time, it must have been blown open by the wind just now."

Aunt Zheng's daughter was originally timid, but after hearing what her brother said, she dared to look over there.

There is a big walnut tree next to the window, and the shadow of the tree is cast on the window. If you don’t look carefully, you might really think there is someone standing there.

He quickly comforted her, "Mom, maybe you were dazzled just now. You see, that was the shadow of the tree."

Aunt Zheng then timidly looked up, and sure enough, the shadow of the tree was shining on the window, and the shadow looked like a human figure.

She patted her chest and sighed, "I was so scared, so scared, I really thought that old Xia was looking for me."

Aunt Zheng's daughter said, "Mom, I don't agree with you always saying that he is still here. Every time you say that, I feel a chill down my spine."

"What do you know? Since ancient times, saints and sages have been afraid of ghosts and gods.

Ever since they heard that Old Xia's ghost was in this courtyard, everyone in this family has been very quiet and they dare not say a word. "

The mother and her two daughters talked for a while, and then Aunt Zheng's daughter went to cook.

The kitchen is built in the ear room and has a large window facing the yard. When cooking, the window is usually opened for ventilation.

Aunt Zheng's daughter was cutting potatoes as usual, but she heard a slight cough.

She looked around, but there was no one.

I thought I had heard it wrong, so I didn't take it seriously and continued cutting.

Then the coughing sound started again.

It was an old and muddy voice, as if there was phlegm stuck in the throat that could not be coughed out.

Aunt Zheng’s daughter suddenly remembered that Grandpa Xia Songlan often coughed like this before he died.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she stood there trembling.

But who knows that the more you fear something, the more likely it will come.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure suddenly appear at the locker behind her, "Look at the potato shreds you cut, they are so wide and thick, how can you eat them?

It’s always not cooked well.”

"Oh my goodness."

When Aunt Zheng's daughter heard the noise, she dropped the kitchen knife and staggered out of the kitchen.

Aunt Zheng's son was reading a comic book in the living room of the main house. When he heard his sister's voice, he asked impatiently, "What are you arguing about? What's wrong?"

"Brother, I saw Old Xiatou, and he said that I cut the potato shreds too thick and wide."

"Nonsense, where did you see it? You are suspicious all day long."

"In the kitchen, he was standing next to the cupboard where the rice and flour were kept. It was really him, and he was wearing the same clothes he wore on the day of the funeral."

"Did you see clearly?"

Aunt Zheng’s daughter was actually not quite sure. She only saw a shadow and didn’t dare to turn her head to take a closer look.

When he heard the sound, he ran out in fright.

She shook her head. "I didn't see clearly, but I'm sure it was him. He was the only one who would complain that I cut the potato shreds too thick and wide."

Aunt Zheng's son glared at her and picked up the rolling pin behind the door.

He has kept this rolling pin behind the door since the demolition began, and every time someone comes, he takes it out to give himself courage.

He rushed out of the yard holding a rolling pin.

The yard was empty at this moment, and the group of people who came in the morning seemed to be all in the room.

He glanced at the east and west wing rooms. The windows were all closed and he had no idea what those people were doing in the house.

But he was not in the mood to think so much at the moment. He walked tremblingly to the kitchen door and looked inside.

The kitchen was not big, but the door and window were open, so it was extremely bright inside and it was easy to see that there was no one there.

There was an apron hanging next to the cabinet where rice and flour were stored. It swayed in the breeze and it really looked like there was a figure standing there.

He walked over cursing, tugged at the apron, and carried it back to the main room, "What are you looking at? There's a torn apron hanging next to the cabinet. Look how scared you are."

Aunt Zheng's daughter looked at the apron and also felt that she had seen it wrong.

At this moment, Aunt Zheng's son's stomach growled with hunger, and he urged impatiently, "Okay, stop daydreaming and go cook."

Aunt Zheng's daughter still didn't dare to go, and begged, "Brother, please send me there, I'm scared."

"Virtue~~"

Although he said this, he followed his sister to the kitchen.

She walked around the kitchen and said, "Look, there's no one there. You've been scared by mom and are now paranoid."

Aunt Zheng's daughter checked the kitchen and found that there was no one there, so she felt relieved.

Aunt Zheng's son was in a hurry to pee, so he went to the toilet mumbling.

As soon as I unzipped my pants, I heard someone behind me say, "You didn't lift the toilet seat, so it's all sticking out. How sloppy."

Aunt Zheng's son was halfway through peeing, but he couldn't hold it back. He was so scared that he looked behind him, but there was no one there.

But the voice just now, although I haven't heard it for a few years, is indeed very familiar. It is the voice of Old Xia.

Aunt Zheng's son shook his neck and muttered softly, "This is weird. Did I really see a ghost?"

But he still didn't lift the toilet seat and continued to pee.

A stone hit him on the head, "Didn't I just tell you to do that? Why don't you lift up the toilet seat?"

Aunt Zheng's son was so frightened this time that he ran out of the bathroom without even having time to pull up his pants.

The toilet in the old house was renovated later. It used to be a squat toilet, but later Xia Sumu changed it to a sit-down toilet.

Grandpa loves it very much.

Since Aunt Zheng and her family of three moved in, he also taught them how to go to the toilet and use the toilet.

But Aunt Zheng’s son always forgets to lift the toilet seat when he goes to the toilet.

There were several times when my grandfather was in a hurry to go to the toilet and peed himself.

From then on, whenever Aunt Zheng’s son went to the toilet, he would mutter a few words behind her back.

Once, he got so angry that he hit his head with a stone.

Aunt Zheng's son recalled what happened before and combined it with the present situation, and he also thought he had seen a ghost.

He hurriedly went into Aunt Zheng's bedroom, "Mom, that old Xia must have really come back."