I didn’t dare to do it for a moment, and looked down at it.

Song Xian was still standing next to the chair, holding his head up to look at me.Her eyes were cloudy and there was no expression on her face.

I couldn’t see anything from her face, so I looked at the closet again.

There is no hysteria in the closet.

Maybe that’s what I thought.Is this where the old lady hides her money?It is this means of hiding private money is somewhat high, and ordinary people should not do it.

I reached out and pressed the rambled plank, touched the edge of the board, and gently broke it.

The sound of the plank is "Karakala", which is quite solid, not the kind of hidden door in film and television.

I also reached out my other hand, clutching the edge of the cupboard, and borrowed it.The hand holding the plank increased a little, and the plank was completely broken.

The plank was broken by me to open a gap and I could see the space of the black hole in it.

I put the planks aside and used my phone to light up.

It was indeed stuffed in there, or a glass or ceramic bottle.

It doesn’t look like something unclean.

I relaxed a little and broke the plank again.

As I found before, this cabinet does not have a sophisticated dark door, but in the original space, added a thin wooden board, cutting off the new space.Even this added board is not particularly fine, otherwise it will not break and rise.

There is more than one bottle behind the plank.Two bottles and a small box.

Compared with the rough planks and the ash-uncanny bottles, the wooden box looks much more refined, and seems to be made of precious wood, and there are carvings on it.The gap in the carvings stained with dust, and the bottle was almost like that.

I took these three things one by one, and took another picture of the cupboard with my mobile phone to make sure there was nothing else in it.

I got out of my chair and looked at Song Xian.

Song Xian was wiping the two bottles.

It may be that it has been placed there for too long, and the dust has erased a layer, but there is still a thick dust scale, so that people can not see the original color of the bottle.

What is visible is the color on the bottle.There should have been some pattern on the bottle.It’s not the glass bottle I’ve ever thought of, it’s not like a ceramic.

Sung Xian rubbed for half a day, and finally let me see something.

I hadn’t seen it before because two pieces of stuff were set on the back of the bottle.There are also words on it, and my first reaction is the name.

I was surprised to see Song.

Song Xian seemed to have a feeling, and said to himself: "Abba, mother, finally... alas..."

I feel more and more uncomfortable.

Do you have the ashes of your parents in this place?

I don't have that idea of feudal superstition, and I think this thing is bad.

I didn't see the ghosts of the two old people, and I must have been born long ago.There is nothing to fear.

Song Xian put the end of the ashes altar is being put, and then looked at the wooden box.

Her old hand brushed the wooden box, groped for a moment, looked at her eyes, straightened up, and muttered something.

I thought she was upset and asked.

"The key, I forgot the key."Song pointed to the box.

I picked it up and studied it, wiped off the dust on the surface, and saw that there was a grooves in the place of Song Xian's fingers, and the padlock was just embedded in it, and it could be pulled out.The lock is still a password lock, and it is different from the password lock that can be opened by turning the number now, and the password of the lock is a strange pattern.Because of the dust, I can't see what the pattern is.After rubbing a few times, I found that the lock was actually rusty, covered with rust, and wiped away the dust and could not see the contents of the code.

Such a little old, and very delicate things, I am afraid it is worth a lot, it is difficult to be an antique.

I dare not look at it.

Put the wooden box on the table, I said that I love to help.

"I'll help you get your son."I have a cell phone to call Song Xian’s son.I have contact information for both of them.

Song Xian shook his head at once, and shook several times, “No, no.”Do not.”

“But do you have to find your son?”Let him find someone to show you if he can open it."I advised.

Song Xian did not hesitate, and made a move, "Smash it."

It’s hard, and I can’t break it.

I refused directly.

Song Xian did not listen to my persuasion, held the ashes of the altar, and left with the box.

These things were too heavy for a thin old man.

I said a few times that Song Xian did not want to call her son.I could only help her with that wooden box.

Song Xian, the urn, wanted to hold it by himself, but he was also unstable, and I had to hold it next to him.

I'm going to call a taxi to Song Xian, and Song Xian didn't refuse.

Downstairs, out of the community, I also met the skinny people who had just arrived here.

“Oh, Chico.”He put down the car window and called.

He got out of the car and helped me hold Song Xian.

“Grandma Song, why did you come here?”This is . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

At first, the skinny man obviously did not see clearly what Song Xian was holding, and when he saw a general, his face changed.

Song Xian smiled, as if the kind old lady who was happy to see the young man, turned a blind eye to the embarrassed expression of the thin man.Maybe her eyes aren’t good, she can’t see it.

The thin scalp hardened, helped me send Song Xian to the door of the community, and waited for the taxi I had called before.

The taxi driver just glanced at it and suddenly exclaimed, “The old lady is sitting alone in the car?”It can't.How old is this old lady?Be accompanied by family members.”

“No, no.”Song Xian waved.

We are not the family of Suzuki either.

“Go to the cemetery.”Sung also said to the driver.

I was scared.

When I called the car, the destination was where Song Xian now lived, that is, where her son was.

The driver turned around and glanced at what Song Xian was holding, as scared as I was, “What are you doing?”“The joke?”

“No, this...” I was embarrassed.

“Go to the cemetery.”

“You don’t go there when you call the car.I have never heard of this cemetery.No, not at all.”The driver refused, “I haven’t heard of this place.”Where is the cemetery?This is the Crane or something, right?It’s not a cemetery, is it?”

Song Xian listened to the driver's words with some effort, and showed that kind of distressed expression.She didn’t seem to know where the cemetery was.

The skinny mobile phone looked for, and only found a cemetery with the same name in the capital.There is no such place near the people of the people.

The driver refused to carry passengers, skinny threatened to complain, he did not relax, it seems that he really did not want to go, and did not know the road.

Song Xian did not bother, and got out of the car.The old lady’s face became sad and pathetic.

I look at each other with skinny faces.

I tried to get her son to deal with it.

“I’ll go by myself.”Song Xian hugged the ashes of the altar and wanted to take the wooden box from my hand.

I can’t let go like this.

“If not, you should go back first.This thing is left for you at home.Find out how to get it, and then call the car.”I admonished.

We always have to deal with the current thing for a while.After that, Song Xian will forget, even if it is.I could also secretly inform her two sons to handle the matter properly.