"ha?"
The shock of these words was too great, and Shen Fan was so shocked that he froze in place.
It took a long time to recover.
"You are not my classmate, but my wife?"
Shen Fan's voice was trembling and he turned to Wen Ying.
He pointed at him and then at himself: "Really?"
Wen Ying smiled and nodded lightly.
Shen Fan didn't know whether he should be happy or fearful: "How could this happen? Why do I have no memory at all?"
The white moonlight that I can never forget deep in my heart.
She was actually told by her grandfather that she was his daughter-in-law.
The person involved even nodded and acknowledged it.
This is the dream of many men.
But Shen Fan was not happy at all.
I just feel weird.
"Grandpa, I need to explain."
He stared at his grandfather without blinking.
The old man let out a long sigh: "The things in between are long and complicated. No wonder you forgot."
After saying this, the old man turned to Liu Hou and said: "Mr. Liu."
"I don't dare. Master, please just call me Liu Hou."
Liu Hou said politely.
But the old man shook his head: "Mr. Liu is a man of great ability, and I don't dare to damage your identity. I have one thing to ask of you, but I don't know if Mr. Liu will accept it."
"It doesn't matter if the old man says it."
Liu Hou actually had roughly guessed what the old man wanted to say.
Sure enough, the old man said: "I heard from my grandson's daughter-in-law that your husband knows a magical Taoist method that allows people to enter other people's memories. I wonder if you, sir, can pull my grandson into my memory. I have something I want him to do." See."
Liu Hou sighed in his heart.
Misreading.
It turns out that Yong Wei's guess was right, Wen Ying was always by Shen Fan's side. Otherwise, she would not have known that she could use the art of dream painting.
I just don’t know in what form this girl is following me.
But he himself was not aware of it from beginning to end.
"Why not!"
After he agreed, he looked at Shen Fan and said, "I have walked so many miles, and there have been many dangers along the way, and I have lost my life several times. It is finally time to reveal the answer to the mystery.
are you ready?"
Shen Fan smiled bitterly: "I have been confused for a long time. If I don't know the truth anymore, my head will really explode."
"Then let's go and see the truth together."
Liu Hou was also a little excited.
This matter was full of twists and turns, and he also wanted to know the truth.
So he reached out his hand and grabbed the hands of Shen Fan and the old man at the same time.
He commanded the heavenly book in his heart and used the art of dream painting.
The three people's eyes suddenly darkened, and then they saw a dim light.
Already, it has entered the old man's memory.
But this time it was different, Shen Fan felt like he had become smaller.
He thought he saw a pair of small hands and feet.
These hands and feet are his own.
Oh, by the way, my name is Shen Fan, I am just nine years old.
I live with my mother. I didn't go to elementary school. My mother said I don't need to go to school.
Shen Fan raised his eyes and saw the high roof beams. The thick, dark black main beams supported the ancient wooden roof.
The wall is made of cow dung mixed with loess and glutinous rice water. When the sun shines on it, it always emits a fresh fragrance.
My mother said that in the village, this house is quite impressive.
The sun climbed up from the east, and Shen Fan looked at the position where the sun was about to appear in the still dim light.
There is mother there.
Mom is using several black boards and a few long black nails to seal the bedroom door.
Shen Fan felt that there was nothing strange about this scene, because every morning when the sun rose, his mother would come out of the bedroom on time.
At this time every day, she would use wooden boards and nails to seal the bedroom door tightly.
Although Shen Fan is sometimes curious about why his mother does this.
But he was obedient and never asked questions, and his gentle mother never explained.
In fact, Shen Fan was also familiar with his mother's dormitory. At night, his mother would lift up the wooden boards and nails and open the door.
There is only a wooden bed in the dormitory, and there are colorful beddings on the bed.
This quilt is the only bright touch in the room.
Mom's bedroom is always so clean and tidy, as if no one has ever lived in it.
It would be great if my room was so clean.
There are no ifs in life.
The days passed like this day by day.
Suddenly one morning, as soon as my mother nailed the bedroom door with wooden boards, my grandparents came.
They were so amiable, but that day they became different.
Grandpa brought an old man wearing a strange yellow robe. They broke open the door and broke into the house.
Mom screamed and rushed towards the old man.
The strange old man in the yellow robe bit off his middle finger, wrote something on a piece of yellow paper with blood, and then stuck it on my mother's forehead.
Mom just stayed still, motionless, as if she was dead.
Shen Fan was so scared that he asked his grandparents, what happened to his mother?
The grandparents just shook their heads and told Shen Fan that she was not his mother at all.
At least she's not his mother now.
Instead, he was possessed by a monster.
"What a powerful evil spirit. Come quickly, get the glutinous rice, soil smoke and the blood of the black chicken male."
The old man in yellow robe looked around the room, and then shouted with a solemn expression.
Grandpa quickly took out several things from the bags he had prepared.
The strange old man in yellow robe piled these things at the door of my mother's bedroom in a strange way, and also painted strange words on the bedroom door with black paint.
"Grandpa, if you make the door dirty, mom will be angry."
Shen Fan quickly stopped and said, "Mom is so cute and clean."
"Oh, how much do you love cleanliness?" The strange old man in yellow robe narrowed his eyes and asked casually.
Shen Fan pointed at the door and said innocently: "Grandpa, don't you have good eyesight? Didn't you see that my mother kept the bedroom door locked with black boards and nails in order to keep it clean and not let me go in to make trouble?" Get up?"
"What!"
The expression of the old man in yellow robe suddenly changed drastically.
He took a few steps back suddenly, made a strange hand gesture with both hands, and took out a small bottle from his pocket.
That bottle contains quite clean water.
The old man wiped water on his eyelids and took a look, his face full of shock.
"Brother, what did you see?"
Grandpa was surprised that the old man looked unkind and asked quickly.
"Yin crown wood and yin coffin nails. What does that thing want to do with these two yin things to seal the bedroom door?"
The strange old man murmured.
Grandpa opened his eyes hard, but there was nothing on the door. He couldn't see anything.
"You still don't have enough Taoism. These two most yin things have already absorbed the filth. You don't need to wipe your eyelids with cow's tears. Even if your eyes can see them, your brain will deliberately ignore them."
The old man in yellow robe dipped some liquid in the bottle and wiped it on Grandpa's forehead and heart.
Grandpa finally saw clearly what was on the door.
He glanced at it and took a few steps back, obviously frightened.
"Go in and see what this damn thing is hiding in the bedroom."
After the old man in yellow robe pondered for a moment, he found a hammer and drew many strange words on the hammer.
It is said to be a word, but more like a painting.
The old man painted for a long time before using a hammer to remove all the wooden boards and coffin nails.
The bedroom door finally opened, and he pushed it open cautiously.
The door opened with a heavy sound, as if something was wailing heartbreakingly.
The strange old man had a solemn expression, as if he was not opening a door, but an important passage that was a matter of life and death.
The strange old man in yellow robe stepped into his mother's bedroom. He took just one step and his whole body was shaking.
He didn't know what he saw inside, and his expression suddenly changed.
Suddenly he stretched out his left hand and grabbed a handful of charms from his pocket.
With a swipe of his right hand, he drew out another mahogany sword.
Chapter completed!