Lin Zijiao was a little confused, she understood what the aunt said, but she didn't seem to understand. When she was young, she was very envious of her aunt's family, and she always fantasized that it would be good if she was the daughter of her aunt's family, but now it can be regarded as a realization, but it is just an illusion caused by brain trauma.

Her lips moved, but she didn't call out the mother.

Even if it's an illusion, you can't catch your aunt and call your mother.

There was a sound of the stove hook poking the stove in the outhouse, and the footsteps sounded urgently, Lin Zishu passed by the window, and soon entered the house with a flat shovel of coal, and heard the sound of the furnace lid and the sound of the shovel of coal pouring into the furnace.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zishu came in with a thermos and said to Zheng Guihua: "Mom, Zijin may want to drink water at night, I put the foreign pot here, and you drink water to pour it here." ”

That's what it was called a few decades ago, right?

Lin Zijiao looked at the bamboo-shelled thermos, and his heart became more and more frightened, what illusion can be so realistic?

Zheng Guihua nodded in agreement, but did not go out to work, but walked to the middle of the house and scolded a few words to the corners of the house on all sides.

"What kind of shit, pig shit, dirty and rotten things dare to come to the house, get out! My house is not a place for you to stay! If you don't get out, watch my black dog blood splash your dirty things!"

Saying that, Zheng Guihua stomped her feet, and spat viciously at the corners of the house on all sides.

Neither of the sisters spoke, looking at Zheng Guihua dumbfounded.

Zheng Guihua came over after snorting, and touched Lin Zijiao's forehead again: "Sleep, even if there is something dirty in the house, my mother will scold it." ”

Lin Zijiao has a black line. Auntie, is this talking about superstition?

Her mother and her grandmother used to have this problem, but in recent years, it has not been like this, she thought that her aunt was literate and literate, and she must not have this problem, but she didn't expect that people in this city are also like this?

Lin Zishu's face was speechless, and he shouted in a long voice: "Mom, Zijin is sick, and he is almost well after taking medicine, you are scolding a lot, don't look at the policy is looser now, but you can't do this when you go outside, worry about letting people arrest you." ”

Zheng Guihua glared at Lin Zishu: "Don't go out and talk nonsense, how can others know." You don't know that your sister is confused, just now called me aunt, I wondered if I was sick and weak, something followed, and I scolded a few words. You two sleep, I'll go back to work, there are a lot of broken bags today, and I guess I won't be able to finish sewing after work. He walked out quickly.

Hearing that her sister called her mother aunt, Lin Zishu was also a little panicked, she didn't speak again, and turned her head to look at Lin Zijiao.

Lin Zijiao felt more and more that this thing was not like an illusion, but she didn't know what was going on, and suddenly turned a thought, she said to Lin Zishu: "Sister, you bring me a mirror." ”

Lin Zishu looked at her strangely, and he also had some understanding of her mother's actions just now - something was really wrong with her sister.

"The mirror frame is in front of the basin shelf, how can I reach it so high, what do you want a mirror to do?"

Lin Zishu asked his sister strangely, and couldn't help touching his sister's forehead again.

Lin Zijiao was touched by her, and smiled disguisedly: "Sister, I want to wash my face and comb my hair and look in the mirror." ”

Lin Zishu breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, I'm sick and I don't go out, it's so stinky and beautiful, I have to wear a cotton jacket when I want to go to the ground." ”

"Okay!" Lin Zijiao readily agreed, put on the purple padded jacket handed over by his sister, and opened the door of the house.

Outside the door was a short hallway, opposite the same door as this one, and at the end of the corridor was the door to the courtyard on one side and the kitchen door on the other.

The door out of the courtyard was covered with plastic sheeting, nailed tightly with bubble nails - this is to keep out the cold wind, the kitchen has no door, only a white cloth curtain hanging, the bottom of the thread is broken and tasseled, in the middle embroidered a blazing red torch, the bottom is the same four small red letters: All are one.

Lin Zijiao's gaze fell on the basin shelf that his sister said.

At the corner of the kitchen door and the hallway wall, there is a washbasin shelf welded with fine steel bars on top of an old towel, a red enamel washbasin, and a mirror hanging diagonally above the shelf, with a slight downward angle between the mirror and the wall.

Lin Zijiao pinched himself, felt very painful, and walked over slowly with some trepidation and stood in front of the mirror.

Due to the angle of inclination, the small mirror can reflect the whole body of the person, and Lin Zijiao looked up at the mirror. Above the mirror are four red flags with gold edges, and below is a line of small letters: The sea sails by the helmsman.

The man in the mirror...... The people inside......

Although Lin Zijiao was a little mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but let out a low moan - it was different from every time he looked in the mirror before, and there was a strange and beautiful face in the mirror.

Let's say it's unfamiliar, the facial features of this face are a little familiar. Lin Zijiao has forgotten what Lin Zijin looked like when he was young, but at a glance, he knew that if Lin Zijin was dozens of years younger, the person in the mirror would be Lin Zijin!

For a moment, Lin Zijiao felt that his hallucination was really gone, where was there such a real hallucination?

The place she pinched just now was still aching, as if to remind herself that it was not a dream, and she pinched it in another place, and it still hurt.

With the facts here, Lin Zijiao began to change her mind, and she even overturned her consistent atheist position, wondering if she had died in the elevator accident, which was the legendary Netherworld.

But how could there be such a thing in the underworld? Her eyes fell on the torch and the red flag, and she thought that when she had an accident, her aunt and Sister Zishu were still alive. How can a living person enter the underworld?!

Or, like in the novel her son reads, she is reborn?

And reborn in the cousin?

Lin Zijiao lifted the curtain and entered the kitchen.

The fire in the stove was blazing with heat, Lin Zijiao picked up the stove hook hanging on the wall, subconsciously reached into the stove below and poked it twice, and the small red coal pieces leaked out of the stove and fell on the ashes below.

Then, almost instinctively, she skillfully pulled open the round lid with the hook, as if she had always done it.

The fire was blazing, and the flames were rushing into the flue.

Lin Zijiao barely thought about it, stretched out her index finger and tried to touch the stove cover, the scorching pain came, she retracted her hand sharply, and there was already a big bubble on her fingers.

Lin Zijiao finally gave up.

The pain reminded her that it was all true.

She was born again.

She mechanically hung the stove hook on the wall and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

In the corner of the wall next to the basin stand are two triangular pieces of glass supported by nails, on which are placed a red plastic comb and two dental jars.

Lin Zijiao carefully looked at the person in the mirror, and then stretched out his hands in front of him to take a closer look.

It's a pair of young girl's hands.