Fifth, take your passport and ID with you and you can leave anytime, anywhere.

That afternoon, Mao Ji called and said he would come around at around nine o'clock in the evening to prepare them.

Yimo's little face was still a little helpless. Looking at her mother's pale cheeks, she had too many words to ask, but she didn't dare to ask.

The fifth nun waved to his son, "Yi Mo, come."

Yimo sat next to her, touched her mother's face with her fat little hand, and asked aggrievedly, "Mom, don't we tell Dad if we leave?"

The fifth thought suddenly choked. Now, as long as you mention him, you will be so sad that you will be suffocated. However, in front of the child, she could not show anything. She gently patted Yimo's little body, "Yimo, mom has her own difficulties. When you grow up, Yiluo's mother will tell you, but it's not possible now."

"I don't understand."

"Little guy, just know that mom does this for the sake of dad's good."

"Mom, I'm leaving. Can you tell Xuanqi?"

Chen Xuanqi is Min Yuwen's son. According to Min Yuwen's personality, sooner or later, he will let the child recognize his ancestors. Telling him is equivalent to telling Min Yuchen where he is, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, "Yi Mo, can we contact Xuanqi again in two years? Can't let them know where we are for the time being?"

Although Wu Yimo still didn't understand, he couldn't stand the sad expression on his mother's face and hurriedly hugged her neck, "Mom, I won't say anything, no one tells you, don't be sad, okay?"

Wu Nian hugged his son's fat little body tightly, and his eyes were red, "Yi Mo, mom is sorry for you, I gave you hope, and disappointed you again."

A trace of sadness flashed across the pink little face. He hugged his mother's neck and cried with tears in his eyes, "It's okay, I just want my mother to be fine."

Fang Yiluo carried her suitcase and carried her over. No one knew better than her. Why did Niannian leave Min Yuchen?

I remember that when she was sick, Niannian let go of everything and took care of herself, and could vaguely hear her chatting with another woman, and heard a very important thing from their words.

Niannian can only live to the age of 28. She is covered in thorns and comes for the fifth Nian. How could she let her die at the age of 28?

No, absolutely not.

Taking a deep breath, he returned to his previous calmness, and walked in with his suitcase, "Yi Mo, don't rely on your mother. Did you forget she hurt her?"

Speaking of the injury, the fifth Yimo woke up instantly and immediately got off his mother, "Mom, do you still feel pain?"

Wu Nian shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Niannian, you are injured, can you not be with me?"

"Don't worry, I'll go find you in a few days, it won't take long."

Fang Yiluo sighed, "I have classified your medicine for you. Remember to take it. Don't think about other things too much. Maybe there will be a road before the car reaches the mountain?"

The fifth thought nodded with great thoughts, "I understand."

At around 8:20 pm, a knock sounded outside the door. Fang Yiluo got up and opened the door. Outside the door was a gentle man in his early fifties. The years seemed to leave no traces on his face. His eyebrows were a little arrogant and domineering. He looked at Fang Yiluo and smiled, "Yiluo, we have been missing for a long time."

"Uncle Mao, I think we haven't seen each other for two years. Have you been doing well recently?" Fang Yiluo knew a lot of people from the capital, but he was not familiar with them.

"I'm pretty good, where is our little Yimo?"

Yimo waved at Mao Ji, "Hello Grandpa Mao."

Wu Nian stood up, "Please come here in person."

“No trouble.”

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that her walking posture was abnormal, Mao Ji was a little worried that this girl would catch ghosts too hard, and she would show off her strength regardless of her physical safety. "Are you injured?"

"No, I'm in great health, how could I get hurt?"

"Then what's going on when you walk so inconsistently? Tell me to the old man." Mao Ji was unmarried and had no children all his life, and he sincerely regarded the fifth thought as his own child. Because of the fifth Shanshan, he regarded her as his life root. His concern for her is definitely more concerned than that of the fifth father.

"Don't, Uncle Mao, you are so strong that you are so old. How could you be an old man? You will always be the most handsome man in my heart."

"Fifth thought, don't interrupt me, let me see your wound."

Wu Nian was embarrassed, and suddenly his face turned red. His little hand patted Mao Ji's arm, "Uncle Mao, you are so lustful. The person hurts his chest. How do you show it to you?"

Mao Ji's old face turned red again, "You said why did you hurt your chest when you caught a ghost?" It was indeed a very blushing thing to be teased by a junior.

"It's not that ghost who saw me was jealous of me and scratched my chest and would be fine after 2 days."

Seeing what she said so unreasonably, Mao Ji was really angry and anxious, "You girl, you have no plastic surgery with me all day long. Don't you know how to save me some snacks?"

"Okay, I'll pay attention next time, don't worry about me, but come and see my aunt. You are so handsome today, my aunt will be happy when she sees it."

Mao Ji coughed twice, "Is your aunt here?"

"Well, because Yimo is here, I am afraid that he will scare him, so I didn't let her come out."

When Mao Ji thought of seeing Shanshan, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

I sorted out my bow tie, hoping that she could see her most handsome side.

Wu Nian shook her head and laughed, but her heart was filled with bitterness. She didn't know if the dead aunt would be truly liberated, but the living people were really hard, especially Uncle Mao. Even though he knew that the person his aunt loved was not him, he still couldn't get out of his aunt's shadow. He never got married in this life and just wanted to keep her alone.

She didn't want to be such a person. She just hoped that Min Yuchen would live well and be able to love another person who could spend his whole life with him. Even if she just thought about it now, she felt that she was going crazy and she had to do so.

He took him to the ranking of the enshrined aunt, opened the secret wall, and took out the exquisite and beautiful urn, which also had the photos taken by the fifth Shanshan on her last day of her 27th. In that era, everything was as beautiful as a painting.

He gently put it in Mao Ji's hand, "You hold it firmly, don't get rid of my aunt by staggering."

Mao Ji glared at the fifth nian, "You kid knows to tease me." Holding the urn in his arms tightly, his heart suddenly fell, his nose felt sore, and his eyes felt a little sore, "Shanshan, I'm here to pick you up home."

The fifth thought took a deep breath and turned his head uneasyly.

After sending them into the car, Wu Nian stood downstairs and came back to her senses for a long time. Finally, she sent all the people around her away. Her heart was empty and she tightened her clothes. She didn't want to go home for the time being. Without Yiluo, without Yimo, and even her aunt left.

She was left alone in the world, shrouded in loneliness, and she came to the nearby small park again, sitting on the swing, the original position of her own, looked at the empty swing next door, and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Youyou, you said you have been away for so long, why don't you miss me? I didn't even give me a phone call, which made me almost forget what you look like?"

The answer to her was still silent, just as usual.

She lowered her head, feeling extremely depressed.

"Wei Xuanxi, I can't wait for you anymore. Maybe we may not even see you for the last time. I hope you are well... Oh, my god!" Wu Nian patted his chest, but because of the injury, he frowned in pain. However, when he thought of the sudden extra ghost man beside him, he couldn't help but grit his teeth in hatred, "You appeared quietly, don't you know how scared ghosts can scare people to death?"

"I don't know!" Listening to his remarkable answer, the fifth thought rolled his eyes straight.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to get angry with you. I happened to see you today, and say goodbye to you. In two years, you have to treat me as a newcomer and don't show off for me!" Her relaxed tone caused a frown.

"Are you leaving?"

"Well, I'm going back to the capital. I came here just to play with my childhood companion. I haven't been waiting for him for so many years. It's time for me to go back. After all, I have to explain my affairs after death clearly. The inheritance must be divided!"

I pursed my lips and wanted to say something to relieve the depressing atmosphere, but I didn't know what I should say.

"You ghost messengers are divided into regions. I believe that the person I may meet when I return to the capital is not you, so you should take good care of yourself and strive to be reincarnated for a successful term."

He lowered his head, and could not see the expression on his face, "Thank you."

"No thanks."

"I wish you a good journey."

"I have known you for so long, and I am not serious with me every time. I am a little uncomfortable with being so sensible today."

"You have to leave a good impression before you leave!"

"Too."

"By the way, when will you leave?"

The fifth thought of the dark eyes flashed through a sharp light, and his voice was a little hoarse, "There is something to be solved, and I will leave after I finish it."

"oh!"

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Chapter completed!