"Excuse me, are you my uncle? Hello! Who are you..." The voice of a young girl seemed to come from the corner of the room.

Lanze's lively and cute brain happily created a beautiful spring dream with the help of pleasant sounds.

When he woke up, everyone had returned. The room became noisy again.

On the broadcast screen, the students in front of the big tree were leaving one after another. Only those who came late came over sadly and kowtowed to the big tree.

Lan Ze looked at his brothers and sisters around him, stood up, gave up his chair, and stretched out. The pants he wore in summer were too thin, so he thought he should go to the bathroom and clean himself. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if it seeped out.

The world is full of contradictions. If you try to clean yourself up in any way in advance, you will be morally condemned. If you just let nature take its course, you have to be prepared to wash this and that. The diapers used by the elderly are too thick.

It is used to contain bladder control; and the sanitary products used by women are good for

For men, the shape design is unreasonable... However, even if someone invented a sanitary napkin specifically for men, Lan Ze would not use it. It is not broken, how could it leak anytime and anywhere? This is just an accident. Who said "spring dream"

"There are no traces"? There are so many traces, it's just an erotic dream that killed people.

The old man, escorted by the two children, returned to his seat and sat down, continuing to hold his knees, expressionless and silent.

One of the people beside him was Lan Deyi.

Lan Ze and Brother Yi looked at each other and ran to the toilet decisively.

He saw the back of Brother Qian and an old man talking together in the corridor, and Xiao Jiang was also standing with them.

He was in a hurry and ignored it.

Since he didn't bring any change of clothes, Lanze washed the pants and then barely dried them with a hand dryer, which took a lot of time.

Back in the room, the distribution of souvenirs was almost finished.

Although there were still many things on the spread tablecloth, it was already the turn of the two youngest girls.

girl?

Lan Ze was stunned for a moment and looked into the room. His brothers and sisters were all still there, and the room was still crowded. Everyone was middle-aged.

In addition to the girl who was picking out souvenirs, there were seven other young-looking people present, including himself and Lanhua. He could recognize Rande Xin (36 years old), with gray hair and shining white skin, and Lan Deyong (37 years old).

), the dark gray ratio of hair

The old man is a little older. Lanhua is sitting with them. There is also the tall and beautiful girl Lancao. The suit she is wearing today is very conservative. He doesn't know the remaining two sisters. They are all dressed in professional women's attire. Just right, this should be it.

All seven mutation carriers.

A real young girl can be seen by her clothes: the material of the clothes is cheap and wear-resistant, and the style is convenient for sports. The color is hard to say. There is basically no match for standard young people's clothes. Anyway, if you are young, you will look good no matter what you wear.

Lanze was sure that his mother could not have children younger than him. There was a relationship tree on the bracelet as proof.

He then approached Brother Yi and asked in a low voice: "Who are these?"

"Our nieces." Brother No. 1 replied, "I have asked about them. They are college students. They are both daughters of the eldest sister. They skipped class and came here to join in the fun."

"..." Lan Zelian couldn't even figure out who the eldest sister was here, let alone her daughter.

"Oze?" The old man suddenly called in a low voice.

"Ah, Dad?" Lan Ze squatted down in front of the old man. The old man was sitting on a chair with his head lowered. He couldn't see his expression unless he squatted down.

"Don't take the relics." The old man was very serious.

"Oh, okay. I won't take it." Lan Ze didn't want to take it. He didn't want any souvenirs.

"Well, then persuade your brother to throw away the urn."

"What?"

Lan Ze looked up and looked around. Except for the old man, all the men in the room were his brothers. Even the clerk in charge of the work was an elder sister.

The Taoist brother stood against the wall, with Quan Shui and Quan Sheng beside him. He said helplessly: "Why did you see me taking it?"

"You just took it."

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Lan Ze stood up and quietly asked Brother Yi: "What's going on?"

Brother Yi sighed: "The old man is superstitious."

Lan Ze thought for a while: "He didn't seem to have this superstition before. Uncle Wei passed away just this summer, and he wasn't taboo about this at that time."

The old man took all of Old Wei's belongings.

"Our dad mentioned Uncle Wei, who is he?"

"Igorman."

Comrade Landey was in awe of the great hero. "I've never seen him. But my dad seems to have a good relationship with him?"

"Our parents are familiar with Lao Wei."

Rand thought for a while and introduced his old father's recent superstitious situation.

"It has something to do with mom." He whispered.

According to the old man himself, it was his mother who said that relics are unlucky.

The old man thought: "I thought about it, I have seen a lot of dead people in my life, and I have never met anyone who was unlucky, and there have never been any relics that were unlucky. So, maybe she herself has made up her mind to be an unlucky person."

Lucky ghost."

After the first brother relayed the original words, he spread his hands and said: "Our old man is afraid. In the past two days, we have vacated the house where they live in the university town. We don't want all the used things. Sister Wang finally picked out these souvenirs for everyone to choose from."

"Damn it. No one is here anymore, what else can we do?"

"Dad just tried to persuade us...not to take the relics." Brother Yi spread his hands.

The old man could actually hear them whispering. He was over ninety years old, and his eyesight and hearing showed no signs of deterioration.

"Ozawa, really don't take it. Your mother always keeps her word. She said that the relics of the dead are unlucky, so her relics must be unlucky." The old man was filled with grief and anger, staring at the table where the relics were placed, "

It’s okay if they don’t listen to me. I really do it for your own good.”

"Dad," the Taoist brother was also listening to them. He was much calmer now. "You don't have to worry about the small jar. I am a Taoist priest. I know how to practice. I am not afraid."

Lan Ze could tell that the Taoist brother was fooling the old man.

The old man hesitated for a moment: "Then... don't hurt your mother! She is very timid. Just scare her, don't be too scared."

"..." The Taoist brother was speechless. He finally organized his thoughts and followed the old man's logic. "Dad, just wait. I'll find a friend who can summon spirits and collect all the three souls and seven souls of my mother."

Put it into a jar and offer it."

That small jar was the last thing his mother used, so he couldn't bear to throw it away, so he planned to keep it for growing flowers. The size was just right, and the remaining ashes were full of nutrients. He planned to put the small jar in front of him every day to grow flowers.

...Probably, it's possible, it's equivalent to treating it as an offering. But you can't say that.
Chapter completed!