"To tell you the truth, I've been dreaming about my mother these days," Mrs. Sun added.

"But the mother in my dream is not what she looked like when we were children, but what she looked like later when she was sick. She was so skinny that I felt sad when I saw her."

"She scolded me when we met, saying that I was cruel and refused to give her food and let her starve to death. I was so scared that I woke up."

"Sister, you must have had a dream of urinating," Mrs. Sun immediately reassured Mrs. Sun.

"Everyone can see your filial piety towards my mother. Besides, it's not that we won't give it to my mother to eat in the future, it's that my mother's own body can't eat it. We feel... sad when we see it."

When Mrs. Sun said this, her tears fell down.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo also looked heavy.

Xiaoduo is relatively better. After all, she is younger than Yang Ruoqing, and the time she has spent with Mrs. Sun is not as long as Yang Ruoqing's.

For Yang Ruoqing, Mrs. Sun is a special being. Such a kind old lady treats her granddaughter like her own. Her heartfelt love and favoritism cannot be faked.

The most impressive time was when she got a bowl of food from somewhere and secretly hid it in the cupboard for Yang Ruoqing.

As a result, the storage method was not done well. When it was taken out for Yang Ruoqing to eat, everything was broken, which made the old lady feel distressed...

What that bowl was, Yang Ruoqing could no longer remember because so much time had passed.

But she would never forget that incident. Although she didn't eat the food in her mouth, the love she felt for her made her happier than if she had eaten ten or twenty bowls of dragon liver, phoenix and gallbladder.

, all are satisfied!

"Sister, you must have a psychological shadow left by the days when you took care of my mother." Sun's voice pulled Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.

She secretly took a breath and said to the eldest Sun and Mrs. Sun: "I think about it every day and dream about it at night. It made such a deep impression at that time. I often dream about it later. It's normal."

Both Da Sun and Sun nodded and sighed.

Can it not be profound? Watching the red-faced old lady lose weight day by day, until finally all that is left is a skeleton and a layer of wrinkled skin covering the skeleton.

When the old lady was in good health, she was very tall. In some ways, Mrs. Sun's body shape was like hers.

But in the end, the old lady shrank in size...

If there were a hundred ways for people to die, the disease the old lady had would be the most painful and tortured one in the world.

Starved to death, from the beginning he could only eat semi-liquid food, to the end he couldn't even drink water...

The old man was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, he was so hungry that he had hypoglycemia, he was dizzy, his eyesight turned black and he couldn't even get out of bed, and his stomach was in cramps...

"There is one more thing that I don't dare to tell you. I'm afraid you won't dare to go to my house, and I'm afraid you will be scared."

Da Sun's sudden words attracted everyone's attention to her again.

"What's the matter, sister?" asked Sun.

Mrs. Sun said: "Will my mother's condition worsen later and her voice become so hoarse that she can no longer make a sound?"

Mrs. Sun nodded with tears in her eyes, "Of course I remember. I wanted to say something but couldn't. I was so anxious that I burst into tears. I will never forget those scenes for the rest of my life, but I don't dare to think about them. It makes me sad every time I think about them.

Go back..."

Xiaoduo's tears fell down, and her nose was red.

Yang Ruoqing also secretly turned away and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

No matter how much wealth you have, in the face of real death, the emperor and the beggar will treat each other equally.

Da Sun went on to say: "Because the old lady couldn't speak, we couldn't stay by her bed for twelve hours, so I left her a cane so that she could use it if anything happened.

Use that crutch to hit the bed pedal, do you all have an impression of this?"

Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly, "Of course, it's so loud that we can hear it even if we are working in the next room."

Mrs. Da Sun then added: "I should have told you about this at the beginning. In the year after my mother passed away, I heard that clanking sound several times."

"Sometimes early in the morning, sometimes late at night."

Sun said: "I also have an impression of this matter. You told me about it at the beginning."

At that time, because the old man had just passed away, there was some strange noise in the house... which was not unusual.

Not just their family has it, but many other families have it.

Then, because the house was quiet for several years and there were no more noises, I gradually stopped mentioning it.

"Sister, did you hear that sound again?" Sun asked nervously.

Da Sun nodded solemnly.

"Yes, I heard it twice in the past two months, once when I woke up at night, and once when I was combing my hair in the house early in the morning."

"What kind of noise is it? Is it still the same as before?" Sun asked nervously, her voice trembling slightly.

Da Sun nodded again.

Sun's expression changed and she went to see Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo.

Xiaoduo's face didn't look much better either.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she frowned and murmured: "The two houses on the south side of my aunt's house were demolished and renovated after the flood. My grandma's house was now rebuilt into a dining hall.

"

Everything in the house is no longer what it was before, but the sound can still be heard. Could it be the overlap of time and space?

It's like that room is now a dining hall, but every time Yang Ruoqing dreams about Mrs. Sun, the scene she finds herself in is the previous room.

The spiritual level and the material level seem to be very cleanly separated. No matter how many times the house is pushed to the ground and rebuilt, even if the house is flattened and finally dug into a vegetable plot, and a few ridges of cabbage, radish, leek and so on are planted, as long as you dream again

When I arrived at that person, it was still the same old house with the same furnishings...

"It's true, Qing'er, this time it wasn't just me who heard it, your uncle also heard it." Da Sun continued.

"Your uncle also said that he should go to the canteen next door to see it with his own eyes, but I stopped him."

Yang Ruoqing fell into silence again.

Next came Sun's various suspicions, "Why is this happening? Is there something my mother wants to tell me, or is there something missing underneath that made her appear again?"

Xiaoduo couldn't help but express her own opinion, "It's probably because my grandma has no money to spend and lacks food and clothing?"

Mrs. Sun said, "That can't be done, right? Every year during Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and New Year's Day, we burn paper money for her."

Mrs. Sun took over Mrs. Sun's words and said, "Besides, when your grandma was buried, your mother spent a lot of money to buy an ivory hairpin for your grandma to be buried with."

"If such a place really existed, your mother-in-law would not only become a big landowner, but at the very least she would be a rich person with no worries about food and clothing. That ivory hairpin costs dozens of taels of silver, and your mother didn't even follow it.
Chapter completed!