The village is quiet at night, and this quietness makes people feel strange and ominous, and you can see that the gates on both sides of the village road are covered with yellow paper.

The white lantern at the door swayed like a spirit flag.

I was a little breathless in this oppressive atmosphere, and I approached the village with my head down, and returned to the house with Ye Siming, and when I pushed the door open, I looked up and saw that the light in the room was on.

I frowned, and then walked briskly into the room, and when I pushed the door inside, I happened to see Zhong Bai, who was sitting at the head of the bed, looking up, his hands were full of blood, and he was biting the rags in his mouth to bandage himself.

Honestly, I was overjoyed.

I almost cried with excitement.

"Where have you been?"

I hurried over with surprise and joy, but Zhong Bai was very weak, the kind of weakness that bordered on sickness.

At this time, Bai Bai didn't even have the strength to speak.

I quickly crouched down to treat his wounds, and many places on his body were barbs, which should have been scratched by thorns when he was running for his life in the mountains and forests.

I vaguely guessed that Zhong Bai had led away all the ghosts in the village, and that he must have been caught by barbs while fleeing for his life, and the wounds on his body were very unpleasant to me.

But fortunately, these wounds are not deep.

After a brief treatment, Zhong Bai lay down on the bed, his eyes wandering back and forth between me and Ye Siming, and then weakly said something that surprised me.

Zhong Bai said in a low and hoarse voice, "I found your father." ”

I was stunned by Zhong Bai's sudden words, and then I reacted and looked at him in surprise, "What? ”

Zhong Bai's throat rolled and said, "I'm afraid the situation is not very good, do you remember the paperweight we went to last time?" ”

Of course, I remember that the paperweight was full of paper people.

Zhong Bai told me that he had inadvertently run to that town last night when he had led away those things, and that he had found something strange that those things would not approach the paperweight.

Zhong Bai ventured into the town to take refuge.

"I'll show you something."

Zhong Bai took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and my heart rose to my throat, wanting to see what my dad looked like in the paperweight, and wanting to see how he had been doing during this time.

Zhong Bai enlarged the photo of his mobile phone to me.

I saw my dad's empty eyes at a glance!

He was still dressed in the same clothes I had last seen him in the house, with no expression on his face, sitting in a daze at the door of a paper shop, his hands flat on his lap, surrounded by paper vessels of various colors and styles, and a row of white lanterns above his head.

This photo was taken at night and appears blurry and somewhat dark.

My dad sat in a pile of paperware, looking cold, like a paper man, pale, his eyes empty, and he looked lifeless.

As soon as I saw the picture of my dad, tears flowed involuntarily, and he was suffering these days.

Zhong Bai saw that I was very uncomfortable, so he said, "The paper-making craftsman is very skilled, maybe he will make a similar image to confuse people, you take a closer look." ”

"That's right, this is my dad, even if he is thin and haggard, but I can recognize his eyes at a glance."

His eyes seemed hollow, but in fact, there was a lot of content in them, forbearance, fear, and worry, all of which accumulated over time, all of which were precipitated in his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes that had gone through hardship, full of the pain that time had brought to their owners.

"It's just that he's right, that's right." I muttered, a little excited, and asked, "When are we going?" ”