Seeing Wang San staring back at the long-closed door again, Xi Zhiyuan also began to be a little nervous, and in a panic, he actually held an apple in his hand.

Approaching lightly, the locks on the door were rusty, and the windows were full of cobwebs, obviously no one had been here for a long time, and Xi Zhiyuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. But when he looked at Wang San again, his heart became nervous again.

The dust on the door is very thick, and the slightest touch will leave obvious marks, and although there are many cobwebs on the windows, each one of them is also intact, let alone a person, even if a cat or dog sneaks into the room, it will definitely leave paw prints. But now there is obviously nothing, but Wang San still looks nervous, his eyes are staring at the door, as if someone has really entered, which makes Xi Zhiyuan a little puzzled, thinking: "This kid can't have something mentally wrong, right?" ”

Suddenly having this thought in his heart, Xi Zhiyuan immediately swallowed all the words in his stomach, quietly stepped aside, and observed carefully, he wanted to see what the problem of Wang San was today.

The long-closed room, the yard full of waste products, and the two nervous men in the courtyard all reveal a trace of weirdness, making the original ancient courtyard suddenly feel eerie.

Wang San slowly approached the door, his expression became more and more nervous, and just when Xi Zhiyuan began to feel a little frightened, Wang San suddenly picked up a broken iron hammer next to him and smashed it towards the iron lock.

"Bang dang!" With a string of sparks and an astonishing crash of gold and iron, the door finally opened.

There were very few things in the room, only an old wooden bed that was about to fall apart, a dresser hidden by thick dust, a broken rattan chair, and a family portrait that had long been blurred, and the broken pot that Wang San and Xi Zhiyuan could not forget.

Wang San suddenly opened this door, undoubtedly also opened Xi Zhiyuan's long-sealed memory, looking at the broken pot on the ground, Xi Zhiyuan couldn't help but think of eight years ago, Wang San had to take this broken pot home to the death. That scene is really poignant!

"Alas, three! Close the door and go back to the house with Uncle Xi. ”

"No, Uncle Xi. I'd like to stay here for a while, and you can go back first. ”

"It's okay, then Uncle Xi is waiting for you in the hall, and Uncle Hui will take you out for a walk and relax."

Xi Zhiyuan shook his head, he knew that he couldn't leave at this time, but as soon as he turned around, Yu Guiying took a large group of women and stepped into the gate of the Wang family.

"Three babies, three ......"

"Shh

Seeing his wife giggling and bringing a large group of people into the door, and shouting loudly, Xi Zhiyuan hurriedly signaled everyone not to make noise, and pointed to the door that was closed again. He reproached in a low voice: "You crazy woman, you have nothing to do and shout nonsense, quickly take everyone in first." ”

Yu Guiying followed behind Xi Zhiyuan with more than a dozen women, like a thief, and entered the hall lightly, as soon as she entered the door, someone asked, "What?" Three babies in it? ”

"Hmm!"

Xi Zhiyuan didn't explain too much to everyone, just hummed lightly, nodded, and then looked at the room where Wang San was with a heavy heart.

"Eh, Sanwa can't miss his parents, right? The door hadn't been opened in years, so why did he suddenly ...... today?"

"You don't know what kind of temper this kid has, what is always in your heart, and you don't want to tell anyone, in my opinion! He has such a quirky fetish that we who are neighbors are responsible. Now tell me, what should I do? ”

"Yes! Before Wang San's father died, we all promised to take good care of Wang San, you look at these years, but he often helps us, my heart, alas! ”

As soon as someone mentioned this, everyone in the room felt deeply guilty, especially Xi Zhiyuan and his wife, who were even more uneasy in their hearts.

I remember that it was three years ago, when Xi Zhiyuan went out to do business and came back, he met a group of robbers on the road, not only robbed him of a large amount of money, but also stabbed him twice, at a critical time, it was only fifteen-year-old Wang San, who called a group of brothers who collected the wasteland, and sent himself to the hospital in time, which luckily saved a life, and Wang San also led someone to help him catch the gang of robbers and get back the more than 100,000 yuan he was robbed. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Wang San was his reborn parent of Xi Zhiyuan. So as soon as he heard that Wang San had an accident, Xi Zhiyuan immediately rushed to Wang's house with his wife. But after arriving at the Wang family, now that such a thing has happened, how can Xi Zhiyuan feel at ease?

The crowd in the hall could be said to be restless, and Wang San locked himself in the room, looking at the qi qi in the room, tears couldn't help but flow quietly.

"Dad, is that you? Sanwa knew that it was you who came back to see me. Dad, you just show up and let the three babies see, can't you? ”

When Wang San was looking in other rooms before, he always felt that someone was secretly staring at him, but he couldn't see each other, and when he came to the door of this room, the feeling of being stared at became even stronger, so he remembered his father, who had been dead for many years.

There was still no sound in the house, and Wang San didn't see his father's figure, in fact, he knew in his heart that if this person died, it would be gone, and there could be no ghosts at all, and the reason why he said those words before was just the thoughts that Wang San had suppressed in his heart for many years.

People can't be resurrected after death, rivers won't flow backwards, and the beautiful days of snuggling in the arms of my parents as a child can only be a memory!

Wang San stood for a long time, gently wiped the dust off every piece of furniture with his sleeves, and when he finally came to the broken pot, Wang San suddenly found that there was a shallow handprint on the edge of the hole in the middle of the broken pot.

This strange discovery really surprised Wang San, but because of the nostalgia for his father just now, Wang San surprisingly did not scream loudly, and also observed carefully.

The pot has a diameter of nearly one meter, which is the kind commonly used by rural people, without pot ears, with a round mouth and thin edges, and a depth of about two feet, which can be used for stir-frying and cooking, and can also be used to boil water steamers. This type of pot was very popular in the countryside ten years ago, and almost every household had it.

The hole in the middle of the pot was very irregular, as if it had been pierced by a stone, and it was about a foot long at the widest point, and nearly half a foot long at the narrowest part, which looked more like someone had slapped it with a palm.

After careful observation, Wang San found another problem, the faint handprint was actually a finger pointing upward, as if it was a trace left by climbing up.