Mo Yan didn't have this memory either. By this time, Mo Yan no longer believed the original owner's memories, or rather, she didn't believe the memories of her family.
Since this person met the original owner when he was a child, we should go and see him.
"Okay, I'll go, but I absolutely won't agree to it."
The old lady was furious. "Why don't you agree? Don't you even know if you can be picky?"
"If that's what you're saying, then I won't go," Mo Yan said, preparing to hang up the phone.
The old lady seemed to know all along, saying, "Don't hang up. Go first and we'll talk later. She's rich and beautiful, so take a look."
No matter what, we must marry off this Mo Yan. Only in this way can we avoid ruining our daughter's happiness.
"Give me the address."
...
Upon receiving the address, Mo Yan discovered it was a small restaurant in the old town.
Mo Yan wasn't in a hurry. She went home first and placed the roster on the table.
The ghost rushed over to take a look.
"Hey, isn't this our old roster? Why is this woman bringing it out?"
Seeing his curiosity, Mo Yan put him into her bracelet. From then on, he could only follow Mo Yan and could not stay more than three meters away from her.
"What's going on? What happened?"
The ghost struggled incessantly, but to no avail.
Mo Yan checked the time before heading out.
We took a bus to the old town.
The houses here are all very old, bearing the marks of time. They are mottled and some are covered with ivy, making them easily recognizable as old houses.
After walking a long way, Mo Yan suddenly heard someone calling her.
"Mo Yan, you're back?"
Mo Yan turned around and looked back. It was Aunt Wang, the butcher. Aunt Wang used to give her extra meat when she bought it. But those memories still felt like watching someone else's; they didn't feel real to her.
"Aunt Wang, it's been a long time."
Aunt Wang smiled and said, "Haven't we met in just a few days?"
Mo Yan: "???"
"What?" Mo Yan was a little confused. How come she didn't remember?
Seeing Mo Yan's puzzled look, Aunt Wang kindly reminded her.
"You forgot? A couple of days ago you came back saying you were looking for something, and I was the one who showed you the way."
Mo Yan was even more surprised. "Did I come back? Aunt Wang, my head has been spinning lately, and I've completely forgotten about this. Could you tell me more about it?"
Either the original owner came back, but she didn't know it.
Either the original owner never came back, or Aunt Wang made a mistake.
"You forgot? Your house here is going to be demolished. You came to collect your things, and your parents didn't even say they'd come to pack up. If it's really demolished, it'll be too late."
How could someone as stingy as me possibly refuse anything from here?
"I understand, I'll go take a look right away,"
Mo Yan nodded directly, and following her memories, she arrived in front of a very old house, where many of the original owner's memories were stored.
When the original owner was a child, he played hopscotch with his best friend downstairs...
"This place looks so familiar?"
The ghost also ran out, looking at the place and feeling it was very familiar. He rubbed his head, "But why does my head hurt so much? Why?"
Mo Yan walked into the stairwell. The building was old and dilapidated, and the stairs felt somewhat unreal when she stepped on them.
She slowly walked uphill, and kept walking and walking.
Time seemed to flow backward at this moment.
No, time has reversed, and the space here has changed.
Mo Yan didn't care and went straight up until she reached the fifth floor.
502, that was the original owner's home.
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