C26

Fan Lao San was originally in a very good mood, but before the car could stop, he heard the old lady's sudden question. His face immediately grew dark as he said unhappily, "Mother, why did you also cause trouble?" We've only been here for a day and you're already saying that you want to move out. Are we going to stay in that one-bedroom house? "If you want to move in, then go back. I don't plan on staying …"

Seeing his son's angry look, the elder shook his head helplessly and said, "Son, it's not that mother wants to cause trouble, but this house can't be occupied. Just now, mother burned paper money for the previous owner of the house and even burned incense, but he didn't accept it at all.

It was better to not talk about it, but when it came to this matter, Fan Lao San's belly was full of anger, and he immediately became angry, saying, "Mother!" You're talking to me about all these weird things again. What kind of era is this, and you're telling me all this? "I think you're just trying to not let this family off, you're just a nice grandson. Don't bother about other things, I don't believe that an old mansion can cause any trouble!"

With that said, Fan Lao San angrily pushed his bicycle to the door and walked inside the house in a huff.

Yang Qianyun originally wanted to say something to Fan Lao San, but seeing how angry he was with Grandma, she could only helplessly shake her head. She picked up the bicycle and took the child from Grandma and comforted him, "Mother, he hasn't been in a good mood lately, so don't be angry. Actually, I don't think this old house is good, but compared to that one-bedroom place, this place is quite spacious.

The old granny sighed helplessly, as if she was talking to herself, "I don't listen to the words of the old man, and I'm at a disadvantage. I'm just afraid that if we stay here for a few more days, it'll be too late for us to move out …"

After saying that, the old granny staggered towards the kitchen with a helpless look on her face.

Yang Qianyun carried the child back into the house. Seeing that Fan Lao San was sitting alone, smoking a cigarette with an extremely bitter look on his face, she opened her mouth, wanting to say something. In the end, she didn't say a single word and carried the child to help her mother-in-law cook.

He busied himself until around seven in the evening, when the meal was ready.

The family sat around the table and ate. During this time, no one talked about moving other people. Other than the sound of chopsticks hitting the table, there was no other sound. The meal was very dull.

In the past, in that one-bedroom house, although the house was small, after Fan Lao San and his wife left work, they would eat with their children in their arms and they would talk and laugh. In the past, in that one-room house, although the house was small, but after Fan Lao and his wife left work, they would eat with their children and they would talk and laugh.

The meal soon ended, but the child began to cry again. After the meal, he continued to cry, as if he was a completely different person from yesterday.

The family took turns to go on the offensive. No matter what, they couldn't coax the child into crying so miserably. Even his throat became hoarse from crying; this was a situation that had never happened before with good reputation.

Yang Qiuyun thought that the child was sick, but when she touched his head, it wasn't hot at all, and no one knew what was going on, but it was impossible for the child to always cry. Crying proved that the child was not feeling well, so the couple took the child out of the alley and went to the nearby hospital to have a look and see what was wrong with the child.

Strangely, however, the crying ceased as soon as the child came out of the room, but the couple still worried about the child. They went to the hospital, went to the hospital, checked with the doctor, and found that nothing was wrong, neither fever nor diarrhea, everything was normal.

By the time the couple returned home, it was already late at night.

The lights in the alley were all out, and the house they lived in was even darker and more frightening. It was always surrounded by a dense darkness, and it was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Originally, the child had fallen asleep all the way back home, but once again, the child became noisy and began to cry incessantly.

This time, even Fan Lao San felt that something wasn't right. Why did the child stop crying as soon as he walked out of the courtyard?

The old man, who hadn't spoken much, gave the couple an answer. The old man said, "Before a child is three years old, he was born with a yin yang eye and could see things that adults couldn't. The reason why he kept crying at home is because he saw something he shouldn't have seen …"

Even though he didn't know how to react to his mother's words, Fan Lao San didn't refute her at all. Instead, a fire burned in his heart, making him feel extremely stifled.

Fortunately, the child continued to cry until midnight. Finally, he was tired from crying and fell asleep. Finally, the family was at peace.

Fan Lao San and Yang Qianyun were extremely tired. They simply packed up, then lay down to sleep.

The dark night came again, and it was as if a pair of invisible hands had wrapped around the old mansion, oppressive and oppressive.

The couple lay there, exhausted but unable to sleep, their hearts in a mess, each thinking about their own problems, especially the third brother Fan, who was tossing and turning and feeling uncomfortable all over. He suddenly recalled the order from the factory director of the Qin family that someone might have died in this house before handing him the key, and if they didn't live in peace, they would move back.

At that time, he had even confidently said that he was an atheist without fear.

But now that things had gotten to this point, Fan Lao San felt a bit unsettled.

At this time, Yang Qianyun, who was beside him, grabbed onto Fan Lao San's shoulder and softly said, "Third Brother …." Why do I feel like I don't have the slightest peace in this old house, if it really isn't possible … "We …"

Fan Lao San turned his head to look at Yang Qianyun, and his breathing became rough. After a while, he said, "We'll talk about it in a few days … …"

After saying this, Fan Lao San used the blanket to cover his head, not intending to pay any more attention to Yang Qianyun.

At some point in time, Fan Lao San suddenly felt very tired, and his eyelids became extremely heavy.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly resounded in his ears. Tick, tap, tap … Tick, tap, tap … This was the sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the main hall.

In the morning, Fan Lao San had heard his wife tell his mother that when he went to bed at night, there was the sound of footsteps in the hall. He had actually heard it today.