Changping Village, the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house. "Qing'er, you said... I must have been confused in my sleep, right? When I slept until midnight last night, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door in the front yard."

"I listened attentively, and the sound disappeared again. I stayed half asleep and half awake for the rest of the night. When it was almost dawn, I heard someone knocking on the courtyard door again, and it seemed that Xiao An was shouting: Mom, I'm back.

Open the door!"

"I sat up in an instant and said, 'Come on, come on.' Your dad was woken up by me and asked me who I was talking to. I said Xiao An was back and was knocking on the door!"

"Your dad quickly went to the front yard. He came back after a while and said there was nothing. It was just a dream."

"Qing'er, I really wasn't dreaming. The sound of banging on the door is so similar to the sound he usually makes when he comes back from outside. He always takes pictures like that."

"And when he called me to open the door, I really heard him!"

In turn, Mrs. Sun held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly and used strength as she spoke. By the end of the conversation, her eyes were red, and so was Yang Ruoqing's wrist.

She did not take her wrist out of Sun's hand, but squatted in front of her, raised her head and persuaded softly: "Mom, you have been thinking about it day and night, and you are hearing hallucinations."

"Hearing hallucinations is normal. It usually happens when we miss someone too much. I've had it too. Don't be afraid and don't panic!"

"Is it an auditory hallucination? Does it mean it's false?" Sun murmured.

Yang Ruoqing was filled with helplessness. It must be a fake. If it were true, then Xiao An would be back!

"Qing'er, is this... a bad omen? That's the place in Juxian Town. Xiao An and the others have to go home from there..."

Tears rolled down Sun's eyes, her eyes full of worry and helplessness.

Yang Ruoqing took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears. No wonder the kitchen knife was cut and curled. It turned out that her mother had been worried that this was a bad omen.

Because she believed in that thing. Not only did she believe it, but all the villagers in the ten miles and eight villages believed it. This was their belief.

Although Yang Ruoqing has no faith in this matter, she believes that there must be a set of natural laws operating in the universe that govern the birth and death of all things in the world. No one can escape the control of natural laws.

Unless, you can jump out of this dimension.

"Mom, little Anfu will have good fortune. The fortune tellers who passed by our village said so when he was little. He said he would live to be over ninety years old. Don't scare yourself!"

The roles were reversed, Yang Ruoqing squatted in front of the crying Sun, coaxing her like an adult coddling a child.

The fortune teller's prediction finally made Sun feel better.

At this time, she finally discovered the curled kitchen knife, and she felt distressed and annoyed at herself.

"Look at me, what have I done? I'm such a loser..."

"Mom, it's okay. It's just a kitchen knife. I'll take it back later and ask my blacksmith uncle to help me beat it a few times."

"Hey, we can only trouble him," said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing went into the kitchen, took out a new kitchen knife, and squatted there to chop the pigweed.

"I don't want you to chop it, just let me do it."

Sun wanted to come over and snatch it away, but Yang Ruoqing got out of the way.

"Mom, please sit down and rest for a while. I will chop it up in a moment. If you are idle and bored, just talk to me."

Ms. Sun had no choice but to sit back again, and the two of them talked and finally turned the topic back to Xiao An.
Chapter completed!