Luo Hanya fumbled for a long time, and finally found the switch, the electric light flashed a few times, and the dim light illuminated the room. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He cautiously walked in and looked up and down, the room was simple, with no frills, an electric lamp, a black-and-white television set of unknown age, a bamboo bed on the inside of the room, an old-fashioned writing desk and dresser. The gray ceiling, the broken windows, and the rain seeped into the room through the gaps between the windows from time to time, making the room even more cold. The only thing that's pretty good is that there aren't any mosquitoes here, let alone rats and other miscellaneous things. The anger is completely cut off here, and the smell of ruin, cold and dead silence permeates the room, and it feels like a ghost's abode.

Luo Hanya shook the sheets, and the room immediately emitted a musty smell, as if no one had lived in it for hundreds of years, and the smell rushed straight to his nostrils, and the smoked Luo Hanya pinched his nose and took a few steps back......

"Ahem! Ahem! Luo Hanya struggled to clean up for a long time before he cleaned up the smell in the house.

Luo Hanya was lying on the bed with his frowns, his eyes half-closed, his pupils naturally diverging, completely burying himself in the darkness, listening to the voices in the depths of the darkness.

"Mom's ......"

"Mom, are we all dead?"

It seemed that a child was whispering, and the ethereal voice seemed very clear in the darkness, but it was difficult to tell where it came from, and the sound floated in the void, everywhere.

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The cold sound of the machine interrupted the child's whispering, the task was only two words, but it gave Luo Hanya great pressure, he sat up from the bed with a wry smile, and shook his head helplessly, knowing that this night must be a sleepless night.

Luo Hanya paced a few steps around the bed, and he still remembered the advice that Manro gave him - "Don't open the window, don't go out at night". He hesitated for a moment, sighed, and did not go out first, but went to the window and opened it.

A sea breeze mixed with raindrops blew in. Luo Hanya immediately rushed to the window, cautiously observing the window, and inhaling the cold air outside the window. It was stormy and dark outside, and Luo Hanya couldn't see what was outside, only the sound of violent waves, maybe the sea water was crashing against the hard reef on the shore.

"There's nothing ......" Luo Hanya waited for a moment, found that nothing had happened, let out a long breath, and turned his head to go out to investigate the voice.

"It's ...... What the? Mist? Luo Hanya turned around, but was stunned by everything behind him, where were there any houses behind him, only a fog that was so dense that he couldn't see his fingers.

"Mom's ......"

"Mom, there's another companion! I'm so happy, I have someone to play with me again. ”

The child's voice sounded again, this time it seemed to be closer to Luo Hanya, it seemed to be ...... A stone's throw away.

If it were Luo Hanya in the past, I am afraid that my scalp would be numb now, and my body couldn't help but tremble. But since the night was reunited with him, the senses of fear seemed to have been blinded, and the feeling of fear could no longer be felt......

"Hello, can you come out and let my brother meet you?"

"Alas......"

"What's wrong?"

"I want to go out too, but Xiaofeng is sick, and my mother won't let me go out." The childish voice was slightly sad, not at all like the sadness that this age should have.

A wave of sadness flooded from Luo Hanya's heart, making his heart ache unbearable, Luo Hanya bit the tip of his tongue and asked, "Is it okay for that brother to go and play with you?" ”

Xiao Feng was silent for a moment, his voice slightly puzzled, "Brother, aren't you afraid of me?" ”

"Why be afraid? What is there to be afraid of Xiaofeng? ”

"Alas...... Then come in, brother. ”

Everything was like a dream, Luo Hanya looked around in confusion, not daring to believe that this was all true in front of him. One moment he was in front of the window, and this moment he was at the door of a room.

"Brother, the door is not closed, you can come in."

Luo Hanya gently pushed open the door of the house, there were two beds in the room, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old was lying on one of the beds, the boy's facial contour was very exquisite, he must be a handsome guy when he grew up, the fly in the ointment was the lack of blood on his face, and he was wearing a white dress, looking sickly.

"What kind of disease does Xiaofeng have?"

"Tuberculosis."

"Alas...... That's really not going out. ”

"Brother, can you listen to my poetry?"

"Bard?"

"While I can still speak," Xiaofeng'......s voice became more and more sad, like a patient who already knew the date of his death.

Luo Hanya screamed bitterly in his heart, he knew that Xiaofeng was a ghost, and everything he did could endanger his life, but Luo Hanya had to obey his will, who made him just an ordinary person now?

"Okay?" The sound of the breeze was deeper than before, and the sound of the waves of the sea outside the window became more and more manic, and no one knew what the price would be after refusal.

"Of course......

"Brother, you are so good, for so many years, you alone are willing to listen to my poetry."

Luo Hanya chuckled in his heart, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he already knew the price of refusal......

"April is the cruelest month,

There are cloves growing on the wasteland,

Combining memories and desires,

Let the spring rain urge those sluggish roots and shoots.

……

You can't tell it,

I can't guess,

Because you only know a bunch of tattered idols,

Withstanding the whipping of the sun.

The dead tree has no shade,

The sound of crickets is also not reassuring,

There is no sound of running water between the scorched stones,

Only this redstone has a shadow under it.

……

Your arms are full,

Your hair is wet,

I couldn't speak,

The eyes can't see,

I am not alive,

and he never died,

I don't know anything

When you look at the center of light,

It was silence.

Desolation and emptiness is the sea.

……”

Luo Hanya's consciousness became more and more blurred, as if he was about to be swallowed by the desolate and empty sea, he slowly closed his eyes, and his body staggered and fell to the ground. Suddenly, a strange sound reached his ears. It seemed to be a child wheezing for breath, intermittently not knowing what to say, followed by a hysterical cough that seemed to cough out all the organs.

The painful cough was like a thunderclap, shattering the sea that was about to swallow Luo Hanya. Luo Hanya's closed eyes opened suddenly, he gasped heavily, his body seemed to have lost all his strength, and he could only collapse on the ground, unable to even struggle.

"If a white flower blooms in the wasteland, that's where I belong."

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