The word "come back" is very interesting. It is like the difference between coming and coming back.

"Come" may have been heard or told, but may not have been seen with one's own eyes, so it is an uncertain expression. But "come back"... means that it is certain that we have met, or even spent some time together. Xia Mo does not think that people who meet in a hurry

People will leave a deep impression on stupid people, either they will make good friends or they will make bad friends. The former is more likely.

Xia Mo decided to follow the other party's thinking. He told her that he came to see her specially.

The woman walked out of the room, looked at Xia Mo as if she was studying the pillow, and smiled. Xia Mo didn't know whether she was stuck in memories or was rarely awake.

"The skirt and leather shoes you gave me are very beautiful, and the candy is also delicious," she said.

This sentence pattern of thanking each other does not sound like adults speaking to each other, but more like... a child speaking to an elder. Then this conversation may not have happened in recent years, and the time must be moved forward.

Xia Mo tentatively walked closer, but the other party showed no intention of avoiding him, which meant that she trusted the person she had mistakenly recognized. He stretched out his hand, compared the height of the woman and himself, and said that she was still very thin when they last met, which was unexpected.

It's so much higher now.

"I'm not as tall as you now, sister." The woman also said with a smile.

As soon as the word "sister" came out, Xia Mo frowned.

"Compared with the last time we met, have I changed anything?" Xia Mo continued to induce. Now he suddenly had a suspicion, which didn't make him feel very good.

The woman looked Xia Mo up and down and seemed to have difficulty understanding his words, but she still answered.

"My hair is shorter, but I still look good, and my eyes are beautiful."

Xia Mo frowned even more tightly.

"Then...do you remember how much older I am than you?"

"Six years old~"

Xia Mo's scalp started to feel numb. If what this person said was true to the people he met, then Xia Mo probably knew who she had mistaken herself for.

She is around thirty years old, and if we push the time forward to her childhood, it should be in the 1980s or 1990s. If the estimate is correct, Mao'er Village at that time was still in a traffic jam stage, with few outsiders, and

The people who were in Maoershan during that time were the Qiao family. All this information supports each other.

But these are secondary. What matters most to Xia Mo is the fact that he has seen it before. Because compared to his father, Xia Mo actually looks more like his mother. He is a bit delicate and can be seen by outsiders.

The resemblance of a mother-son relationship.

In the 1980s and 1990s, Xia Mo's mother was still in school but already in her teens. It was not impossible for their timelines to overlap.

Then...why did his mother come to Mao'er Mountain?

From what others said, his mother was not a rebellious person. Apart from giving birth to Xia Mo, she had basically never done anything out of the ordinary, and she was not very courageous. He did not think that his mother would deliberately go to a closed and barren place.

In the mountains, even her friends were about the same age as her at the time and would not mess around unless they were accompanied by some elders.

The woman didn't know that Xia Mo was having a lot of troubles in her heart, so she grabbed him with her hands and asked him if he had brought her the candy he gave her before. How could Xia Mo know what his own mother had fed her more than ten years ago?

She still remembers it. But there are fields nearby and there is no canteen. Xia Mo had no choice but to take out the compressed biscuits in his bag and unpack them for her to eat. He didn't forget to take out the wet wipes before handing her the food.

Teach her to wipe her hands with a wet wipe.

Fortunately, the other party was not picky about food, or maybe he couldn't tell the difference at all. After taking the compressed biscuit, he sat quietly at the door and ate it. Xia Mo sat on a stone by the roadside, his mind in a mess.

As the timeline moves forward, more people will be involved than expected, and the intersections between people will become more complicated. Although this woman spoke few words, the amount of information was not small, and Xia Mo felt a little confused.

He put his right hand on the wrist of his left hand. Under his long-sleeved clothes was his mother's silver bracelet. Before leaving, thinking of what happened at the inn, Xia Mo put it on out of worry. This bracelet was his only

Not much comfort left.

"What on earth were you doing back then..."

What is the center point of all events? This is Xia Mo's biggest doubt at the moment.

Thinking of this, Xia Mo smiled again. Maybe he thought wrongly. The 'sister' this woman saw may not be her mother. There are many people with similar looks in the world.

He can only comfort himself in this way at the moment, otherwise he is very likely to get stuck in a corner and not be able to get out, and he will appear passive.

Beep!

The sound of a car horn sounded on the road. Xia Mo looked over following the sound. Before he could see clearly, he felt someone forcefully force him and he almost fell to the ground. He adjusted his body and stood still. The woman was now dragging him.

Walk into the house. If it weren't for her solemn expression, Xia Mo would have thought that she was trying to get someone to play house with her.

After being pulled into the room, she took Xia Mo to the corner and squatted down. Just when Xia Mo was about to ask, she made a shushing gesture to signal for silence. Then she communicated with him through mouth movements.

There were no lights or windows in her wooden house, so it was a bit dark, but her mouth shape was very exaggerated, and Xia Mo still recognized what she was saying.

Hush, don't make any noise, the mountain god is coming to get married, so you have to avoid it.

…

Another mountain god.

Seeing that her expression was getting more and more nervous, Xia Mo didn't ask further. The car horns on the road outside kept honking, as if venting their anger, and it was really noisy.

When the sound passed, the woman's expression slowly returned to the initial chaos. Xia Mo felt that something was wrong. Unexpectedly, the next second she gave Xia Mo a fierce push. She pushed the child playing marbles on the roadside with her.

The children's movements are exactly the same.

She seemed speechless and screamed at Xia Mo. She grabbed something and threw it directly in Xia Mo's direction. Xia Mo dodged to avoid it and stood next to the wooden bed in her room. He saw something like a crack in the wooden bed.

There was something inside, something as thin as a photo. Pulled out from the crack of the bed, it was a group photo with half of it burned off.

It can be seen that there are four people in the group photo, and the faces of two of them have been burned, and only their clothes can be seen. The other two people are still preserved, one is the person who is throwing things madly in front of him, and he is only ten years old when he looks at it.

Two or three years old; the other... is Xia Mo's mother, Xia Xingchen.

She is very young in the photo, only about ten years old.

What he had finally convinced himself to deny was suddenly confirmed, and Xia Mo stayed there. Even if he was hit in the back, he did not dodge.

"Who's there?!"

A shout sounded at the door...

Xia Mo reacted quickly and put the old photo in his pocket into his pocket.


Chapter completed!