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"Hello, cousin Xiaoyuan, my name is Jiang Yan, and I am Yang Jian's girlfriend."
Jiang Yan greeted warmly, polite and lovely.
Liang Yuan just blinked her big eyes and looked at her, as if he was thinking about something, and he seemed to be looking at Jiang Yan. After a while, he smiled and narrowed his eyes and said: "Hello, auntie, you are so beautiful, cousin must I really like you, Auntie."
Aunt?
Hearing this, Jiang Yan's smile froze immediately, and her heart was chilled.
In the past, it was fine for Yang Jian to call him aunt, but he didn't expect his cousin to be like this.
The most exasperating thing is that I have no way to refute, because Yang Jian's little cousin looks like fifteen or sixteen years old, and there is a nearly ten-year age difference with him, so it seems reasonable to call her auntie.
"I can't be angry. I absolutely can't be angry now. This time I'm going to see Yang Jian's relatives. If I'm ashamed this time, Yang Jian won't bring me here next time."
Jiang Yan secretly said in her heart, to appease her heart and keep herself in a relatively good image.
"Auntie, your skin is so white, are you sick?" Liang Yuan asked again.
"No, my sister's skin is naturally fair." Jiang Yan said with a smile.
Liang Yuan nodded and said: "Then if your skin is so white, you will be easily spotted by ghosts at night, and you will die very quickly. Cousin, you should change your girlfriend."
"What, what" Jiang Yan's mouth twitched.
Did anyone say that?
"Okay, Xiaoyuan, where do you want to go, I will accompany you." Yang Jian said.
Liang Yuan smiled and said, "I'm going to buy a raincoat over there. It's been raining recently, so I don't want to get wet every day."
"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.
On the way, Jiang Yan followed behind, took advantage of Liang Yuan to pick out the raincoat, pulled Yang Jian's arm, and then whispered; "Yang Jian, don't be angry if I say something, I think your cousin looks like It's a bit of a problemit feels weird."
As she spoke, she pointed to her head.
"There is no problem with her head. Her thoughts are very clear. I can tell from the reaction just now. I have already seen how she has been affected." Don't take what Xiaoyuan says to your heart, just treat her as a patient."
"I'm not so narrow-minded. I would care about a child. I'm just worried about your cousin. If there are any symptoms, we can take her back to Dachang City for a checkup." Jiang Yan said.
Yang Jian nodded slightly and said, "I will arrange this matter."
Jiang Yan responded and stopped discussing the matter behind her back. She believed that Yang Jian could handle it. This was an instinctive trust.
While shopping with her cousin and her companions, Yang Jian found that she had bought a lot of strange things, including raincoats, some yellow straw paper, and some candles. The most disturbing thing was that she actually bought I picked up several sharp fruit knives, and the partner on the side didn't feel anything strange, as if he was used to it.
"What are you buying these things for?" Yang Jian asked.
Liang Yuan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I want to use it, this thing wears out quickly, and the one I bought three days ago has already been used up, the scalpel I used just now is not easy at all, it is too thin No, it's hard to hold."
"" Yang Jian didn't know what to say at this time.
"Where do you usually use these things?"
Liang Yuan frowned and thought, seeming to be remembering, but also seemed to be unable to remember all of a sudden: "I don't know, I don't know where I used it, but I always feel that I need it."
"Is there something wrong with memory?" Yang Jian mused.
If this is the case, he can't ask a lot of things, but the more this is the case, the more he feels that the vicinity of his hometown is not normal, and it is not as peaceful and peaceful as he imagined.
After shopping around, Yang Jian drove the three of them to the village where his hometown was after buying all the weird and weird things.
Although it is a township, the roads are smooth and it is very convenient to drive. However, on the way here, he saw several special vehicles coming from the opposite side, and Yang Jian who opened the window smelled a very familiar smell.
It was the faint smell of corpses.
The car is a hearse, and what is inside is a dead body.
He looked in the rearview mirrorNow, coupled with his current state, he didn't feel any sadness, and everything seemed very calm.
After opening the door.
A black and white posthumous photo was placed on a relatively ordinary old wooden table, and there were some incense burners and other things beside the posthumous photo, which were usually used for sacrifices.
The man in the portrait is a young man in his early twenties. This portrait was not taken when his father died, but was made from previous photos, so it feels a bit incongruous.
The young man's appearance was very similar to Yang Jian's.
Smiling, sunny and handsome.
In a few more years, if Yang Jian matured, exercised more, and had more sunshine, he might be more similar to the person in the photo.
Therefore, if anyone thinks that the person in this photo is not Yang Jian's father, no one will believe it.
Seeing the portrait, Jiang Yan hurriedly bowed her head, and then prepared to burn some incense sticks.
Yang Jian watched without speaking, his eyes were observing, not as a worshiper, but as a ghost-eyed Yang Jian.
"There is no abnormality."
As a result, he was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.
There is nothing worthy of his attention in this room, and there is nothing weird about him.
"But you can't be so arbitrary. I am very concerned about what that old Qin said. A person of his status would not say such an irrelevant sentence without a reason. If he said it, there must be a reason. The portrait in this room It should have been established later, and I should look for the places my father often visited or stayed in before his death.¡±
Yang Jian pondered.
He felt that he must have gone in the wrong direction.
"Yang Jian, don't you want to pay your respects?" Jiang Yan handed over some incense sticks, and said.
Yang Jian was silent for a while, took the incense, paid homage to the strange father, and left the room.
But after he turned away and closed the door.
I don't know if it was a change in light, or something incomprehensible happened.
The face of the man on the portrait is shrouded in darkness, giving people an incomprehensible weirdness, like a person hiding in the darkness, peeking at everything here.
The burning incense gave off a reddish light, swaying erratically, and gradually extinguishing.
"Our room is here. My mother has already packed it up. If you are tired, you can rest first. You can take anything from the car, because you may live here for several days." Yang Jian walked To the next room.
It was a simple and clean bedroom.
"Well, Yang Jian, next door isthe portrait of your father, isn't it scary to live here? I don't mean to dislike it, I'm just a little timid, you know that." Jiang Yan said nervously.
Yang Jian said; "I checked just now, there is no problem, and if there is something wrong, wouldn't there be me? What are you afraid of?"
"Then I want to be with you at night, you can't sneak away alone." Jiang Yan said.
"Okay." Yang Jian nodded without refusing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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