Chapter 223 (1/2)

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Lost Memories

Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION

Ling Jue raised an eyebrow. “So what?” 2

“You can’t get in,” he said proudly. “It’s surrounded by metal nets. You can’t get in at all.” 2

“Is that so? Alright then.” Ling Jue nodded, turned around, and walked into the house. 2

“Hey, hey, hey, Ling Jue, if you don’t listen to me, something bad will happen to you. I know you can get in there!” 2

“Hey! Boss! Grandpa Jue!” He shouted for a long time, but Ling Jue had already walked in, ignoring him. 2

Niu Tingxiong rolled his eyes a few times, then chuckled. He would not go to herd the cows tomorrow morning. He would just wait for him here.

He had to follow his boss to see the so-called monster. 2

Everyone in the village said that it was terrifying. He had been curious about it for a long time.

Today, he finally found a place to enter the back of the mountain. He had to go and take a look.

With that thought in mind, he went home happily.

When Ling Jue came back, her grandmother was still asleep. She picked up the sprinkler and watered the flowers.

At that moment, she saw two trees deep in the courtyard. They had been planted for more than fifty years, and there was a small swing hanging on them.

She was a little dazed. She put down the shower in her hand and walked over.

There was a rusty iron plate hanging on the iron chain. The old tree had been worn down to the point that its bark had fallen off. It was now growing together with the iron chain. 2

“You’re back?” Just as Ling Jue was lost in her thoughts, a voice came from behind her. 2

She turned her head and looked at her grandmother, who was already up.

The old woman walked over with a slightly tired face. “These two trees were planted when your grandfather and I were married.” 2

“At that time, he said that he would make them into small swings for his grandchildren when they grow up.” She touched the iron chain with her hands, but she did not seem to notice the rust. Her voice sounded distant. “Later, when your mother and your uncle were ten years old, they were already strong enough to be made into swings. The last time you were here, you liked to sit here the most.” 2

Ling Jue took out a tissue and wiped her hands.