Zhang Yue just mentioned an important piece of information: as long as she doesn't admit it, there's nothing they can do.
So why insist that she admit it?
Mo Yan needs further investigation.
Mo Yan called her mother-in-law, "Mom, what kind of people are you introducing? They bring their children and say they don't want to go on blind dates."
The old lady choked, how would she know what was going on? "People say that if you don't go on blind dates, it must be because you're not good enough."
Mo Yan didn't care about her obviously disgusted voice, and instead smiled and spoke.
"Mom, is our old house going to be demolished?"
"The old house?" The old lady was a little confused, then her face darkened as she said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't the old house we live in now our family's old house?"
The old lady was clearly a little guilty; her hand holding the phone was trembling.
There are no old houses.
“But we have a house in the old town, right? I think it’s going to be demolished. Don’t you want to go back and take a look? I heard you can get seven or eight million yuan in compensation.”
The claim of receiving a certain amount of money is obviously false, and whether that place even exists is also questionable.
"How is that possible?" the old lady blurted out.
Mo Yan laughed upon hearing this, realizing that there was indeed a problem with that place.
"How could it be impossible? That area is going to be redeveloped now, you really didn't know?"
The old woman gritted her teeth, wanting the money, but then...
"Our house over there...come back with me tomorrow to take a look." She definitely wouldn't go back alone.
They left that place because they thought the houses there were particularly... well, you know.
Leaving them aside, everyone in the entire building left.
It's strange, everyone was having a hard time before, but after we left, everyone's lives improved.
But seven or eight million? That's a lot of money...
She still wanted it.
Anyway, if anything happens, just push Mo Yan out there.
"Sure, no problem."
She also wanted to see what would happen when the old lady came; she was really curious.
After hanging up the phone, Mo Yan went to find the uncle.
The uncle's place was easy to find; it was near the school.
After finding it, Mo Yan discovered that the place was very interesting. The small courtyard was full of life, with many exotic flowers and plants. It looked messy but just right.
"Uncle, I'm here."
The uncle spotted the fried rice Mo Yan had brought at a glance. "Hmm, this fried rice looks pretty good. You should eat more." It would be good for her.
"Okay, I think it tastes pretty good too. What are you doing, uncle?"
Mo Yan discovered that the uncle was making something with bamboo, and that bamboo was Seven Star Bamboo.
Seven-star bamboo gathers yin energy.
"Oh, I was thinking of making you a chair. It's been so many years since we last met, and I wanted to give you something as a gift."
Mo Yan smiled and sat down next to him. "Uncle, I always feel like my memory is sometimes good and sometimes bad. I remember some things and sometimes I don't."
The uncle smiled and went over to take the fried rice.
"Memories don't disappear, they just haven't come back to you yet."
No matter when, trust your heart, and you will find the answer you seek.
After the earthquake, our area experienced magnetic field disturbances, and many scammers emerged. Don't believe them; believe in science, understand?
There are many things he can't directly remind you of; he can only tell Mo Yan to trust her own judgment.
Ultimately, only Mo Yan's fate will tell. Hopefully, everything can return to normal...
Mo Yan nodded. It seemed the uncle wanted to say something, but couldn't say it completely.
So, either there are certain rules, or it's a game, since someone has to bring out the rules in order to avoid breaking them.
She is a pawn in this game, and perhaps a very important one at that.
Mo Yan looked at this world; this world was real.
Similarly, the old town is also part of the city, and that house exists between reality and unreality.
There are only a few people around Mo Yan, and only a handful in her memory.
Mo Yan felt that she had probably guessed some of it.
As for this ghost...
"Of course I believe in science, Uncle. As a teacher, that's the most basic thing, isn't it?"
If even I don't believe it, how can I teach my students?
She was really looking forward to meeting her students.
Students, oh students, where are you?
"That's right. I remember when I first met you, you were such a sensible little girl. By the way, have you ever gone back to your old school? Have you ever visited your childhood school?"
Do you remember the biggest tree in the school?
And what about that well where little fish are swimming out?
Hearing the uncle say that brought back memories. There were small fish swimming around in that well. In the afternoon, the children would try their best to catch fish. If they were lucky enough to catch a lot, the teacher would fry them up, and each person would have a bite, which was a particularly delicious treat.
"I remember, I'll go check it out tomorrow. Uncle, I'm heading back now. I still need to look at the class roster and contact the students."
I wonder how they are doing now.
The uncle seemed to see the children's figures in his mind's eye, and smiled at Mo Yan, "Go on, go on."
Mo Yan quickly left the house and got into a car to go home.
This place is the one that Mo Yan is most familiar with right now.
As soon as I got downstairs, I saw a person in white standing there.
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