My words scared the two brothers Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun.I broke the fact that the two of them didn’t want to believe it.

But in fact, I don't know what Song Xian really saw, and Alzheimer's disease has reached the level of hallucinations.

The two brothers preferred to believe the latter explanation.

Liu Zhijun immediately said, “Mom, don’t scare us.”You are really confused.”

Liu Zhiguo also immediately joined in.

They both caught two of Song’s hands.Looking at their faces, they were a little afraid of touching Song Xian.Nevertheless, the two of them still have to leave.

Song Xian struggled, his body sat down, crying loudly, his hands still open, trying to grab the iron railing.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun are like the most cruel kidnappers, dragging an old man to the car.

The two of them were not young, and they were struggling with Song Xian's death, and they were a little overwhelmed.

In the past, more than a year ago, I would suggest that two people call an ambulance and send Song Xian directly to receive psychological and spiritual treatment.Now I can’t say that.I couldn’t have sent a man who claimed to see a ghost to a mental hospital.If I did, I should go to a mental hospital myself.

Guo Yujie could not see it, and stopped Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun.She was strong, pay attention a little, deliberately controlled, and could hold Song Xian, so that she could not move, and would not hurt her.

Song Xian was Guo Yujie's hands, shoulders, leaning on Guo Yujie's arms, but also want to see the iron railings in the things, crying can not be themselves.

“Grandma Song, calm down first, don’t worry.You say it well.You . . .

"What's there to say!My mother is sick of her brain!”Liu Zhiguo wiped his sweat.

Liu Zhijun said, “That can’t be done.I’m going to call a doctor or something... I’ll call an ambulance.”

Liu Zhiguo complained: "This ghostland - there is no one in this place for half a day, when will the ambulance come?"What are you doing here . . . he stared at me.

I was still standing in front of the railing, his eyes touched me, immediately dodged away, and did not dare to look at the factory.

I looked at the factory.

Song Xian cried so loudly, but the whole factory did not sound at all.What’s even more frightening is that we’ve been here for so long and haven’t seen a single person or a car.

It’s not a Sunday, it’s not worktime, it’s noon.

The whole world seems to have five of us.

Liu Zhiguo was very reluctant to come here.I don't want to go to any cemetery with Song Xian, just to bury the ashes of my grandparents.

Liu Zhijun seems to have some to his mother Song Xian, willing to spend time, spend energy, coaxing Song Xian.

Song Xian could not hear anything at this moment, crying hard, as if to cry out his own tears for a lifetime and the next life.She looked like she was worried that she would suddenly faint.

Guo Yujie can only control her behavior, can not control her emotions.

I said, "Let her go."

“What are you doing!”Liu Zhiguo was furious.

"It's all that, it's no use stopping her."I said a word back, walking to Song Xian, "Grandmother Song, do you know who I am?"

Sung did not pay attention to me.

“I want to help you.Your parents’ ashes were taken out by me, remember?”I asked.

Sung looked at me at this time.

“Do you know that your parents are dead?”I asked carefully, observing Song Xian's mood.

Song Xian's tears came out again, and his eyes looked at the factory.

“We’ll send them well.All right?Say goodbye to them, and we’ll be back, okay?You have two children, don’t you?Your parents certainly don't want you to be so sad."I advise.

Song Xian bowed his head for a long time, and then looked up and said, "You have to send them."

She wanted to send the ashes of two old men here.

I asked, “What about after you send it?”

This place is a people's factory, even outside the factory, it is also a municipal road.Now it is not before, just find a mountain can bury people.Even in the past, the poor people did not pay so much attention.In ancient times, there were also mass graves, and they did not throw bodies and ashes on the streets.

Sung Hyun just muttered, “You have to send it here.”It has to be sent.”

“What are you going to do after you send it?Where are you buried or buried?”I asked.

Song Xian seemed to think for a while, and as if he were understanding my simple question, "It was sent to my father and mother's hands."

Liu Zhiguo said: "This is the people's factory!"There is also a power grid above!How to get in?Or is it inside?”

Liu Zhijun patted Liu Zhiguo, "Sand inside, let's go inside, there is no one here."I didn’t see any surveillance...”

Liu Zhiguo did not speak.

Such a way of dealing, he may be able to accept.

I looked around and there was no one to monitor.There is a lack of merit, but there seems to be no other way.I’m looking for someone from this factory to contact me to see if I can ask them to get involved.When Song Xian poured the ashes, we helped to pack it up, or some more money.If there is a fear, they can only find another way.I am a sympathetic s�ly.The normal solution is like that.But it has to do with the spirit, I am a little worried about the bad consequences of the two altars of ashes.

For the time being, I did not see the yin, nor did I see the ghost, and Song Xian's parents did not appear, let alone attack us.

I motioned Guo Yujie to let go and let Song Xian say goodbye to her parents.

Song Xian hurriedly ran over, and put his hand into the railing, holding his hands in vain, and crying with his head down, like a child who found his parents.

She muttered and spoke in a dialect I did not understand.

I looked at Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun.

Liu Zhiguo still had a grievance and did not notice my sight.

Liu Zhijun shook his head and said, “I... I’ve never heard my mother say anything like this...”

Song Xian's voice was very small, and he spoke quickly, because he was crying, and his voice was still very vague, and I could not even distinguish the dialect of the place where she was talking.

Liu Zhijun felt some emotion, "I really don't know about my grandmother, I never heard my mother mention it."My father didn’t say either.Before my grandparents died, I didn’t think about them, and I didn’t have any ideas in my head.When my grandparents died, I asked.”

"When my grandfather died, you asked."Liu Zhiguo spit out a breath.

“Yes, when Grandpa died.My father was sad, drank wine, and talked a lot about my grandfather before.My mother was next to me and didn’t answer.He got down and asked my mother about my grandfather.”Liu Zhijun remembered.

“My mother said they were dead long ago.That's it."Liu Zhiguo is calm.

“At that time, you moved to the village of the workers and peasants?”I asked.

The two brothers nodded their heads together.