"Gah-" The shriveled and jerky voice seemed to be a warning in the night sky, making people's hairs stand on end and their bones tremble.

The black-pressed maid stretched out to the sky, like a pair of desperate arms, trying to touch the sky, and as if struggling to escape from the constraints of the ground, wanting to leave the limitations of this world.

The orange-yellow light was a little dim, flickering and flickering, and there seemed to be something wrong with the light bulb, which made the whole room feel a little more flickering, I don't know if it was an illusion, but every time it flickered, there seemed to be something more or something missing from the window.

"Nan, go to sleep, it's so late, don't play hide and seek. ”

The voice of the call came, and it was a kind mother calling out to her daughter, maybe how old was it? five or six years old?

"No, no, I want to play, I want my brother to play with me!"

The voice of the eight- or nine-year-old girl has faded from immaturity, but it is still crisp, like the "two yellow orioles singing green willows", which reminds people of the beauty of the blue sky and white clouds, and outside, there is a shaking shadow of the tree, like countless hideous ghosts.

The hollow sound seemed to be a ball hitting the floor on the second floor, and the not thick floor seemed to be dusted with every blow, and it seemed to be the sound of walking across the floor in big scalp shoes, maybe it was a man, a man in the prime of life, walking a little calmly, he was about to go to sleep.

"Thorn-sting-"

Whether it's the paper being shredded, or the fingernails scratching the floor, the scratching sound makes goosebumps pop up.

"Boom-" The thunder sounded, and the strong wind just now seemed to indicate this thunder, and then the lightning flashed, and some scenes outside could be seen in the light and shadow, there seemed to be something under the black trees, what was it?

Unconsciously pasted the glass, and then it was white—

- "Ahhh

He sat up suddenly, and a cold sweat fell from his forehead and fell down his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes, like tears.

The door was pushed open, and the first to enter was a long, distorted shadow, the head that landed on the snow-white quilt like an olive.

"What's wrong, are you having nightmares?"

The slightly mean-looking woman was so thin that she was almost out of shape, her eye sockets were sunken, her yellow hair was like a malnourished straw, her body was a handmade cheongsam with blue cloth and flowers, her bare arms and calves showed a pitiful skin, and the black cloth shoes on her feet had patches, although they were made up for with embroidery, they could also be seen shabby.

"Probably. I don't remember. The young man on the bed, his lips squirmed, and he said this in a voice as soft as the wind coming from a closed window.

Around him, there were several beds, large and small, and several children sleeping, all still asleep, not awakened by his screams, nor did they notice that someone had come in, the one closest to him, because the light outside the door shone on his face and turned over, but he did not wake up.

"Just go to bed if it's okay, I have to go to school tomorrow. The woman said this, watched him lie down, came over and tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and the flattened quilt pressed straight down his neck, because the two sides of the tuck stuck to his neck, almost making it impossible to breathe.

The boy shrunk his neck, said nothing, closed his eyes, and then, after about two minutes, the woman got up and walked out of the door with barely silent steps, and as the door closed, the whole room was dark and silent again.

There was no light at all in the crack of the door.

The boy quickly propped up the quilt with his hands, leaving enough space for himself to move his Adam's apple at the mouth of the quilt, and his breathing seemed to be smoother, and he could smell the mixed smell of the room, the aroma of straw, yes, the thickest mattress under them was grass, and there was some slight smell of food, it was wheat cake, or something, it might be left on the clothes, or some of the rations that were secretly left, and they were not afraid of attracting mice.

What about the outside, what about the sounds outside?

There was no sound outside the thin door, no sound at all, just now, before the woman walked in, before she opened the door, there was no sound, no sound!

The young man's closed eyes quickly opened and closed quickly, and in less than a second, the light and shadow in his eyes seemed to present something, strange and weird.

What was that? He didn't dare to look at it.

What was that?

The mind was chaotic, as if nothing was right, the fear seemed to be the heart pouted by an invisible hand, squeezing and rubbing, the heartbeat was already out of order, fear? What was the fear? He couldn't say clearly, the feeling of panic and unease, he couldn't say clearly.

"This is it!"

The girl's voice rang out, "I've found you! Don't let me catch you, or you'll be punished!"

Where is the sound? outside the door? or... There seemed to be a hairy breath in my ears, and the cold air currents stirred the tiniest hairs, and the vibration from the very ends made the skin itch slightly, and then the itch seemed to have been drilled into my heart, with the undetectable cold air.

The mind is completely unable to settle down, it's not right, it's not right!

He was thinking like this, but he wanted to pull up the quilt and cover his whole head, but he felt that the quilt didn't seem to be so stable, as if there was something invisible hidden, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he would find an opportunity to rush up.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

The rhythmic tapping seems to come from the other side of the wall, what is on the other side of the wall? What makes such a sound? The rocking chair that is not held steady is blown by the wind, or is it the gentleman with a civilized stick who is still pacing back and forth in the middle of the night?

The vinyl disc is jammed, and a little bit of music is repeated, what is that? Who's playing?

The clashing of wine glasses, the friction of high heels spinning on the ground, the sound of drinks being swallowed, laughter... The continuous sound seemed to paint a picture of what was going on on that end, until the laughter seemed to be accompanied by a cry, sharp as a fingernail scraping glass.

The whimpering wind continued all night, and the whole night did not sleep for the boy. He fell asleep the next morning, when it was the quietest time, and there was no sound.

"Jiaxuan, Jiaxuan, wake up, don't sleep, this sun is shining on your buttocks, still sleeping, your brother has to set an example for everyone!"

"Ha, Brother Jiaxuan, big lazy worm!"

"Mom, I'm more diligent than Brother Jiaxuan, I've finished washing my face!"

"And me, and me, I'm all dressed!"

The male and female voices were mixed together, and soon overpowered the voices of the adults and became a duet, and they were naturally able to merge the utterly unequal words in a certain key without any rehearsals.

The boy was pulled up, he was still a little confused, the sunlight through the glass window was already slightly hot, the sun at ninety o'clock was such a temperature, when the clothes were draped on his body, he was a little sober, opened his eyes, and saw a woman in gray clothes and black pants in front of him smiling to dress him.

"I'll do it myself. After putting it on, I found that this dress was a bit Republican style, the gray short coat was almost the same color as the woman's body, and when I wore the pants, I found that it was also a pair of black pants, and there was a gray cloth patch at the knee.

This house is a small three-storey western-style building, with a typical Western-style style, but the people living inside are more chaotic, several families have divided some of the upstairs and downstairs land, some people are in better condition, the appearance is brighter, and some people are not in good condition, so they have to help do something to be able to pay the rent.

"It's so noisy this early in the morning. Inside the second floor, a woman in a bright cheongsam stepped on red high heels, yawned lazily, and came out to wash with a curly-haired chicken nest, and a white towel was in the enamel basin she was carrying.

"There are a lot of children, and it's noisy to you. The woman in gray said this, and hurried to clean up the things in the corridor, for fear of blocking the other party's way to the water room.

"Aunt Zheng, it's not me saying you, it's not a long time since you've been working here, how much is it, at most, the rent of the attic is waived for you, and you also go outside to find something, you are so capable, where can you make more money as a maid than here?"

The woman in gray, who is Aunt Zheng, smiled reluctantly when she heard this: "What you said is true, what you said is true." Although she responded in this way, it was obviously not really tempting.

The curly-haired woman also heard it, snorted softly, twisted her waist and walked over, without saying anything more.

"Run, run, like a mouse!" a reprimand came from downstairs.

The young man saw a string of people running downstairs in front of him passing by a fat woman in a yellow cheongsam, and the fat woman turned around and scolded them a few words, but did not respond, frowned and raised her head again, and saw the figure of Aunt Zheng on the second floor, and shouted upstairs: "You can take care of your children, this strength, don't step on the floor of my house, this is a good mahogany floor." ”

"Okay, okay, you're all idle early in the morning, can't you let me, a great writer, get some sleep?" said the gentleman in glasses and robes from the room at the top of the stairs, and said in a rather violent voice.

The boy walked by, and just heard him "pong" the door shut, the sound was quite loud, and the dust on the door frame showed signs of falling.

"But a gentleman!" the curly-haired woman snorted disdainfully, her voice was small, and it didn't reach the upstairs, but the fat woman downstairs heard it, and pouted her lips in a somewhat common language: "Aren't you gentlemen, Xinhua's writers!

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Don't be afraid!

A new world begins!