Uncle Kun stopped beside them, dejectedly saying, "Don't even mention it, it's like seeing a ghost."
"What happened?" Grandpa Song asked.
“It’s a ghost,” Kunbo said.
Grandpa Song: "..."
"That's why I asked you what happened," Grandpa Song said.
Uncle Kun stared at him with wide eyes: "Didn't you say you saw a ghost and couldn't understand human language?"
Grandpa Song was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. Looking at Uncle Kun, he asked in disbelief, "You don't mean, you really saw a ghost, do you?"
Uncle Kun nodded with a sullen face: "Mm."
Grandpa Song didn't believe it and scoffed, "Are you getting old and blind? Let's not even talk about whether there are really ghosts or not, what kind of ghost would you see in broad daylight? With the sun shining so brightly today, would a ghost dare to come out?"
Uncle Kun, with his neck stiff, retorted, "How would I know? I just saw it, right there by the reservoir..."
As he spoke, he recounted the whole story to Grandpa Song in detail: "...I clearly saw him walk into that abandoned cellar with my own eyes. When I followed him in, I found that there was no one inside. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Tell me, if he wasn't a ghost, what else could he be?"
Hearing this, Xing Zhaozhao's eyes widened in surprise.
She remembered where she had seen that umbrella before.
When I came out of the cellar, it was right next to the reservoir.
It turns out that the old man was right there at the time, and he saw it with his own eyes.
This is a big problem.
Although the old man didn't get a clear look at her face, it seems things are about to get unsettled there.
Xing Zhaozhao frowned deeply, her head throbbing.
Grandpa Song couldn't believe that Uncle Kun was lying, but he still couldn't believe such an absurd thing: "Really?"
Uncle Kun pointed to the sky and swore: "I dare to swear on my twin grandchildren."
Grandpa Song immediately fell silent.
Uncle Kun's twin grandchildren are his precious darlings.
Grandpa Song believed that Uncle Kun hadn't made a mistake, but it was unlikely that he would believe that ghosts really existed in this world.
However, he did develop a certain interest in the abandoned cellar.
Grandpa Song stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and looked at the other grandpas: "Since we're just killing time anyway, why don't we go take a look too?"
Gao Lianzhou was excited and eager to try: "I want to go too, I want to go too! I've never seen what a ghost looks like before!"
Grandpa Song: "..."
They really didn't want to see ghosts.
Xing Zhaozhao's expression had subtly changed.
This is terrible! If they really go and block the door, how will she get home?
She quietly packed her things and ran away when no one was looking.
"Where is that abandoned cellar? Would you like to come with us again?" Grandpa Song asked Uncle Kun.
Uncle Kun quickly shook his head: "I'd better not. My grandchildren are still young, and I don't want them to get involved with anything dirty."
After saying that, he turned the handlebars and quickly drove off.
"You still haven't told us where that abandoned cellar is!" Grandpa Song shouted at him.
Kunbo replied from afar, "It's halfway up the mountain, west of the reservoir. You'll see when you get there. There are some young people camping there."
Grandpa Song looked at the other grandpas and said, "Shall we go? Let's just treat it as a mountain climb."
The other elderly men nodded in unison in agreement.
"Yay! To hell with the ghosts!" Gao Lianzhou was overjoyed and cheered, turning to Xing Zhaozhao, "Fairy sister, do you want to come play with us too..."
Before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly stopped.
Xing Zhaozhao, who should have been standing next to him, was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is she?" He looked around but couldn't find Xing Zhaozhao.
When Grandpa Song looked, he saw that Xing Zhaozhao's belongings, which had been placed on the ground beside her, were gone: "She's gone. That child, she didn't even say goodbye before leaving."
Gao Lianzhou was somewhat displeased with Xing Zhaozhao's sudden departure, but then she couldn't help but feel excited again at the thought that she was about to meet a ghost.
Just as Grandpa Song and his group left the town and slowly headed up the mountain, Xing Zhaozhao jogged up the mountain and started climbing again.
Just as they were about to arrive, Xing Zhaozhao heard a commotion coming from ahead, and her expression changed.
That direction...
Could it be such a bad coincidence?
She turned and disappeared into the woods, slowly making her way around to where the cellar was located.
When Xing Zhaozhao saw many young people cooking over a fire on the open ground by the reservoir outside the cellar, and could even vaguely see figures moving around inside the cellar, she felt as if the sky was about to fall.
How is she supposed to get home like this?
She has three young children at home who need to be fed.
It's lunchtime, time for lunch.
Hongyu stood in the cellar, looking at the wall his mother often passed through, his face contorted with worry. He asked his older brother beside him, "Mom usually comes home by this time, why isn't she back yet? Did something happen?"
Hongfei patted Hongyu's little head: "Something might have delayed you, let's wait a little longer."
Hongyu turned to look at her brother pitifully: "But I'm hungry."
Hongfei's handsome eyebrows furrowed tightly.
This is quite troublesome. His mother isn't home, there's no one to cook, and he doesn't know how.
He thought for a moment, then took out the key to the cabinet at home from the small pocket on the front of his clothes. Every time his mother left, she would give him the key to the cabinet where the good food was kept, just in case, so he could find something to eat on his own.
"Brother will go to the cupboard and get you some sponge cake."
Hongyu shook his head, his eyes fixed on the plastic bag in the corner. It contained snacks that Xing Zhaozhao had bought from the supermarket over there. These were all kinds of snacks that weren't available here, but Xing Zhaozhao was usually strict and wouldn't allow Hongyu to take them without permission. Today, his mother just happened to be away...
"Slurp," Hongyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Slurp," Hongfei followed suit, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
After struggling for a moment, Hongfei nodded in agreement: "Okay, but you can't eat too much, or Mom will beat you when she gets back."
Hongyu held up one finger: "Just one bag."
After saying that, he ran over excitedly, rummaged through the bags, and pulled out the largest bag inside. When he saw the picture of a big bowl of noodles on it, his eyes lit up: "Brother, is this noodles?"
Hongfei leaned closer to take a look, and it really was true.
Looking at the steaming bowl of noodles on the table, topped with large chunks of meat, the two little ones couldn't help but drool.
"Noodles can be eaten as a meal, right?" Hongyu asked Hongfei, blinking his eyes.
Hongfei pulled Hongyu back: "Come on, brother will cook you some noodles."
He can still cook noodles.
Once inside the kitchen, Hongfei's small figure busied himself in the stove, while the master boiled water.
Hongyu is unpacking the packaging bag.
"Tear," and five smaller packaging bags were revealed inside the large packaging bag.
Hongyu blinked and asked her brother, "Brother, does this count as a bag?"
Hongfei saw through his younger brother's little scheme and coldly took away the other three bags: "One bag for each of you."
"Oh." Hongyu looked regretful.
After tearing open the bag and looking at the small ingredient packets inside, Hongyu was troubled again: "Brother, how are we supposed to eat this?"
Hongfei is eight years old this year. He attended primary school for two years when he was in the army. He can read a few words and read the instructions by guessing. He looked surprised and said, "These noodles are actually soaked in hot water!"
Hongyu excitedly brought over a bowl: "Quick, quick!"
Hongfei prepared the noodles according to the instructions and endured five minutes of the ever-increasing aroma.
The moment the lid was lifted, both little ones started drooling.
However, after a moment, the excitement on Hongyu's face froze.
He glanced at the small pieces of meat in the noodles, then at the large chunks of meat on the wrapper, and instantly became furious: "Liar!"
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