Why haven't I fallen asleep yet......

I could feel the sand flowing slowly around me...... Why haven't you dreamed yet......

I barely closed my eyes for a while, but I couldn't fall asleep. My fingers could still feel the temperature from the floor, and my head was clear.

Could it be that this time I really can't enter my aunt's dream? I couldn't help it, I thought about it for a while, and I had to open my eyes. It was still the living room of my grandmother's house, and the dark and humid air outside the window made the atmosphere in the room a little boring. I moved, stretching my limbs and stretching my waist.

What about Ambition? I looked around and suddenly realized that there was no one around the couch. I hurriedly got up and turned to the sofa, and my aunt was gone! There was mud and sand scattered everywhere on the floor, but there was no sign of anyone else. I hurriedly took out my phone, and the signal showed zero. Could it be that just when I was asleep, Qin Sanyou came over and took them away? Confused, I walked to my grandmother's door, and almost slipped as if I had stepped on something. When I looked down, it turned out that the mud and sand had unconsciously stretched from the living room to the door, like footprints walking in a certain direction in the distance.

It must have been a trail they left when they left, I thought to myself. I went around the yard and rolled out Enambi's bike, riding all the way through the trail of falling sand.

Although it was a little damp outside, fortunately, it didn't rain much, just a thin and somewhat dipped belt. What surprised me was that I didn't meet any passers-by along the way, and I went from house to house with the door closed, and it seemed that I was not at home. The further you ride forward, the more difficult the road becomes, and the ground is comparable to the scene of road construction a few years ago.

I glanced at the sign next to me, which read, "This section of the road is under repair, please detour if you are inconvenienced." April 2008". In 2008? This road builder is too unthoughtful, right, the signs used in 08 are still in use, and they are really lazy. I didn't have time to pay attention to these circumstances, but kept and on and on, and finally stopped at a barred fence gate.

Yanling Cemetery. Looking at the four big words on the door, I stood in place. Yanling Cemetery is the place where ancestors were worshiped yesterday, but it doesn't look like it was just yesterday. The big metal characters on the cemetery gate are now handwritten, and when you walk in, the iron fences seem to have rusted over the years, and they seem to squeak and squeak and slam open. The ground under my feet was no longer the concrete floor that had been poured extremely flat, and the mud-like pavement covered the soles of my feet with sand.

Was there an air raid here yesterday? I didn't have time to think about the next question, so I locked the car at the doorman and tiptoed inside, but it was empty, not even a shadow. What the hell is going on today, why is no one here? When I was depressed, the desk calendar on the doorman's desk caught my attention. April 1995. What the? Isn't this year 2015? The sign just now is also wrong, and with the current calendar, am I going back in time?

Wait a minute, if it's time travel, I can still understand, after all, there have been more and more time travel novels in recent years, but no one who has traveled through the past will not find anyone who saved zài at that time. And this date is constantly pushed forward, so wouldn't it be a little further to go back to ancient times. Just when I was hesitant to move on, the mud and sand under my feet reminded me. These gray-yellow marks do not look like they were left by that era, but are exactly the same as those in the living room of my grandmother's house, which indicates that my aunt and aunt should have come here as well. Thinking of this, I regrouped my spirit and took another step.

Sure enough, the inside of the cemetery seemed to be a little older than the outside, and there was no longer a cemetery, and there were wet trees everywhere, which was a little unbelievably dense. I walked cautiously in the winding direction of the mud and sand, and every now and then I saw some messy and dilapidated tombstones standing around me. It turns out that this cemetery used to be a deserted village and wilderness that no one cared for. It was quiet, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness, which made my nose very uncomfortable. Fortunately, it's daytime, and I must be scared enough to come at night.

As I walked, a large patch of grass appeared in front of me, and not far away I heard the sound of two people talking, and the sound of continuous footsteps on the soft grass made a small sound of kneading. I subconsciously hid behind the trunk of a large tree and stole into the place where the footsteps came from.

"Mom," a crisp voice burst into my eardrums, and I could hear it as a young girl's tone, as if she was very happy, "is it really useful to take these things back?" ”

"It works." A woman in her thirties walked over, holding the seven or eight-year-old girl in her hands. They appeared to be a mother and daughter, looking for something nearby. The mother-like woman was carrying a small basket on her back and wearing a thin purple sweater, and was looking at the little girl bouncing beside her tenderly. The little girl wore a white sweater and a double ponytail, blooming like a small flower in the messy grass, and kept grabbing the plants around her to ask her mother if this was the case.

"Mommy, look! I found it! The girl suddenly exclaimed, jumped forward, and pointed to a plant beside her with purple-red stems and leaves that resembled lettuce.

Mother followed the voice, looked at the plant, and frowned: "You forgot again, we can't have this kind of purple-red pole, it's poisonous." The mother's eyes widened and she exaggeratedly teased the girl in front of her, causing her to giggle. Okay, let's go back, that's enough. ”

Hearing this, the girl jumped and jumped happily, grabbed her mother's hand and rushed forward: "Let's go~ Go back to treat Dad~!" ”

The woman had to let go of her hand, looked ahead dotingly, and said with some concern: "Hey, Nannan, go slowly, my mother can't keep up, you be careful, it's ...... here."

Before the mother's last words could be finished, the girl's white figure suddenly fell downward. She exclaimed, her two little hands clutching at the plants around her, and for a few seconds no one could see them. The mother on the side reacted quickly and stretched out her hand, but did not hold her at that moment. I was so frightened by this thrilling scene that I almost ran over to help, but then I thought that this was not what happened in my plane, and the accident must have happened many years ago. Enduring the pain of knife cutting, I continued to observe the mother and daughter.

It turned out that the girl had accidentally stepped on a big hole when she was jumping, and the grass was too lush to see from the surface. The mother panicked all of a sudden, and kept shouting at the entrance of the sinkhole: "Hello!! Where are you? Whoa! You okay?! ”

"Mommy......" The girl's weak echo came from inside the sinkhole, which sounded like she was injured.

"Mom will come to save you right away, don't worry!!"

The area around the sinkhole that had just fallen also began to loosen, the mud and rocks kept surging, and the ground collapsed one by one, and the ground seemed to suddenly have life, and began to swallow the creatures on the surface frantically, with a speed comparable to the scene in a disaster movie. The mother subconsciously stepped back, farther and farther away from where the girl had fallen.

"Hello!!" The mother's heart-rending voice was filled with despair, and her face was already filled with tears and mud. "Don't!! Whoa! The mother cried with all her strength, but the collapse did not stop because of her crying. Gradually, the whole weed fell, and the girl's voice never came out again. There was silence all around, and the girl, the grass, and the mother all disappeared in front of me in an instant, leaving a hollow darkness.

It was like watching a weird and terrifying movie, and my breathing became very rapid because of this scene, and my throat seemed to be holding a breath there, and sweat was oozing from my forehead. Oh my God, when the hell did this happen, and what happened to this kid? I was desperate to find out what had happened next, my legs had stiffened from the long standing.

"Sister." A small voice suddenly appeared in the bushes behind me. I was watching what was happening in front of me the whole time, not noticing that there were other people in the room. There was a hint of coldness in the voice, and there was some resentment, not like it was made by people who were still in the world.

"Sister......" I looked towards the place where the sound was coming from, and a white figure slowly walked from the bushes. With some messy double ponytails and a white sweater stained with mud and sand, isn't this the same little girl who has just fallen.

I swallowed and replied, "You...... Are you still alive? ”

The girl's leg seemed to be injured, and as I got closer, I realized that she was limping and moving. I saw that she looked completely different from the ghosts that had appeared before, and even thought she was still alive. Looking at her delicate body, I unconsciously walked over to her and crouched down to look at her.

"I died a long time ago, you can see my memories." On her dirty little face, a pair of dark crystal eyes stared at me in a daze.

"Sister, why are you here, why aren't you the aunt in black?" She looked at me with those watery eyes and asked questioningly. Aunt in black? She was supposed to be talking about her aunt. I looked behind her and realized that there was a long stretch of gray-yellow sand behind the child, which was the source of my aunt's body. That's right, this kid must be a little ghost who has been dead for many years.

"Do you have anything to do with that aunt?" I asked. Although there is resentment in this child, I can feel that she should not have malicious intentions, but have some kind of human breath in her body.

"I'm going to live in her body." She said it in an innocent tone, as if she didn't understand the meaning behind the words. This kind of indifferent expression makes me creepy for some reason.

Although I was shocked by her words, I still kept my calm and continued to ask, "You live in that aunt's body, where does that aunt live by herself?" ”

"My brother will come and take my aunt away." She replied deftly, as if these questions had already been pondered. "That brother said that as long as I find someone with a different breath, I can live in that person's body and go back to my mother."

The child's answer was fluent, but it made me panic, and just when I didn't know what to say, she said: "Sister, are you the aunt, your breath seems to be ah." ”

I thought to myself, no matter how close I am to my aunt, after all, there is no blood relationship, how can I breathe like it.

"Am I looking for the wrong person, I obviously drew small circles on her clothes." The girl squatted down, grabbed a handful of gray-yellow mud and sand from her body with her small hands, and gestured on the ground: "Like this, little circle." ”

Small circles? It dawned on me.

The man in the black coat this kid is looking for is not his aunt, but me!