The urns from decades ago were demolished and helped the elderly find a cemetery to bury. Such things were enough to find a reporter to take a photo when we were promoted by the demolition office.

However, I didn’t have the opportunity to invite a reporter to take a photo of this matter at this moment. Maybe after the entire demolition process is over, I can talk about it during the reporter’s interview.

I'm a little crazy.

It's really because the atmosphere in the car is dull.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun were naturally dissatisfied with being so distrusted by their old mother. Neither spoke. Song Xian was a talker either. Guo Yujie had no room to play, so she sat next to the old lady, like two bodyguards.

The old lady decided this positioning herself. She looked at her two sons now, as if she was looking at robbers and thieves. Maybe her eyes would be gentler when she looked at the health product salesman.

Song Xian didn't know the specific address of Wanshou Cemetery, so he turned left and right to guide the way.

She didn't hesitate at all when she guided the way. If she hadn't talked about the directions randomly, she should have really been to the Wanshou Cemetery and still clearly remembered the route there.

I used both my heart and made sure that the path Song Xian pointed out was not in circles, and that it was not a random talk. I also counted the time when Song Xian moved to Gongnong Village Sixth Village.

She should be an employee of the original Iron and Steel Factory No. 3, and the time she moved to Gongnong Village 6 should be about the same age as the houses in Gongnong Village 6.

By doing this, it wouldn't be surprising if the cemetery was demolished.

The demand for cemeteries in Minqing City has been increasing, and many ecological cemeteries and new cemeteries have been created. The old cemeteries have been demolished, and some people's ashes may not have been claimed by later generations, so they can only be handled by the government.

I thought of the two urns of Song Xian’s parents.

It shouldn't be taken out after being buried, but it's never been buried.

Song Xian’s two sons have no memories of the two old men…

"Let's go straight, keep walking." Song Xian stretched his neck and looked at the road carefully.

I feel more and more confused about this matter.

The car drove all the way, leaving the Minqing city area and continuing to walk to the suburbs.

After the demolition and resettlement community built in Minqing City in recent years and passing through some villages and towns, Song Xian finally called for a stop.

"Just there, right there." Song Xian pointed in one direction, excited.

My face was strange and I looked at Guo Yujie.

Liu Zhiguo said dissatisfiedly: "Look, where did the grave come from here? I have said nothing."

Liu Zhijun didn't say anything, but looking at his expression, he was still angry and would not be in a happy mood.

Song Xian pushed me and was about to get off the car.

I grabbed Song Xian, "Grandma Song, where is the Wanshou Cemetery you mentioned?"

Song Xian turned around and pointed across the road.

"It's someone else's factory there." I said helplessly.

The place Song Xian refers to is the factory area. I don’t know which company’s factory it is. Without large chemical equipment, the houses in the factory are all square cement buildings, without any sense of design, like a pile of square bricks, which may be a processing factory such as food, machinery, etc.

Song Xian kept stopping and insisted on getting off the bus.

I had no choice but to get out of the car and support Song Xian across the road, and arrived at the wall of the factory. Song Xian wanted to find the door to go in.

Liu Zhiguo was impatient, "Okay. I saw it all. There are no graves here, no graves!"

Liu Zhijun stood by the car door smoking, but still said nothing.

Song Xian refused to let go.

"This is really not a cemetery." I persuaded again.

Guo Yujie said the same.

We talked so hard that Song Xian didn't listen. Seeing that we were unwilling to cooperate, Song Xian ignored us, shook our hands away, and wanted to continue to find the door.

I took out my phone to locate it and searched it.

The factory here is located at the location of a "Minqing Changde Machinery Products Company". It should produce car parts and other things. The factory area is not small, and the main entrance is located at the other end.

I held Song Xian and explained the situation again.

Liu Zhiguo also stood in front of Song Xian and pointed to the factory and said, "Look, this is not a grave. Mom, stop making trouble. We are back. Let's settle for my grandmother and grandpa. From now on, the whole family will be fine together. I will also buy the grave there. Our family will buy it together and buy it again, okay?"

Song Xian shook his head and said angrily: "The little beast with no conscience! Your grandmother and grandpa are there! You little beast! You are the same as Liu Zhongliang! The little beast of the old beast!"

Song Xian suddenly broke out and chased Liu Zhiguo and beat him.

"Mom!" Liu Zhiguo hid for a few times.

Guo Yujie grabbed the old lady.

"Grandma Song, there is really no cemetery here. We won't lie to you." Guo Yujie said sincerely, staring into Song Xian's eyes.

Song Xian's eyes suddenly filled with tears, "My parents have a bad life. They just want to come back. They just want to come back... I beg you, bring them here..."

What Song Xian said became incomprehensible.

I looked at Liu Zhiguo and then at Liu Zhijun.

"What the hell is your grandparents going on? Is the old lady..." I lowered my voice.

Liu Zhiguo looked puzzled, "I said, I have never heard of my grandparents and grandpa since I was a child..."

"Your grandma and grandpa love you so much! You little beast!" Song Xian became angry again, with tears on his face, and his expression was extremely regretful.

She seemed to be about to scold her, but suddenly stopped and seemed to have frozen.

I don't understand, but my intuition is a little wrong.

Liu Zhiguo was still persuading Song Xian to go home.

Song Xian slowly turned his head and looked at the factory.

The factory area is empty, and behind the iron railing is a nearly dead space. There are no vehicles on this road.

Song Xian stared at the factory and shed tears silently.

"Dad...Mom..." She called out tremblingly, her body trembled, and walked towards the iron railing, holding the railing with one hand and reaching into the railing with the other, as if she wanted to grab something in front of her.

There is not even a green belt inside the railing.

Only more than ten meters ahead was there a white wall of the factory.

At this moment, the three of us were all staring at Song Xian's behavior.

I didn't see the yin energy or the ghost. I'm sure Guo Yujie didn't see anything either.

Liu Zhiguo asked in a daze: "This...what...me, my mother..."

Song Xian was so excited. It was like seeing a close relative who had been together for a long time, and she couldn't help but feel in love. Her eyes were focal. Her hands stretched out also changed from opening to a slim grip. On the back of her withered fingers, bones and tendons could be seen.

That kind of old actor can at most do this.

If Song Xian had either had hallucinations or had really seen and held something.

"What else are you doing?" Liu Zhijun walked over at this time, holding a cigarette in his mouth. He saw Song Xian's actions clearly, and when Song Xian burst into tears, the cigarette butt in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Dad...Mom...Mom...Woooo...Woooooo...Woooooo...Woooooo..." Song Xian nodded while crying.

I don't know because of her movement, I saw her silver launch.

Without wind, nor nodding up and down, her silver hair moved to the side.

It was like an invisible hand that gently stroked Song Xian's head.

I was shocked and got goose bumps on my body.

My bad premonition was fulfilled.

"Grandma Song, are you? Have you seen your parents?" I confirmed.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun seemed to be burned by fire. They were both jumping up directly on the spot at the age of age.
Chapter completed!