To be honest, because I was a little stunned since I was a child, her white dead fish eyes have become a shadow in my heart.

I hadn't been to her house for years, and the yard was barren and green, like an old house that had not been lived in for a long time.

I saw that the hall inside was bright, and the light that swayed through the gaps in the panes, I walked over and slowly pushed the door open, and at a glance I saw an offering table under the shrine of the hall.

Two red candles were lit on each side of the offering table, and a bowl was placed in the middle, and in the innermost direction of the offering table, I saw Qinghegu sitting upright under the shrine, her hands still flat on the table.

She was facing the door of the hall, right across from the two of us.

It's just that her head is slightly lowered, and her posture is indescribably weird, and I am a little scared, and I stick my head into the door and want to shout.

"Qing ......" was just about to shout cautiously, when he suddenly found that he couldn't open his mouth, and his body was cold, as if he was wrapped in wet paper, but it was not uncomfortable at all.

He stuck to the back and covered my nose and mouth with his hands, and he had a crisp fragrance that penetrated into my nostrils.

"Don't talk."

He said to me calmly.

I blinked my eyes, and then he whined for a long time before he let go, and I turned my head to find that he was frowning and looking at Qinghegu.

He stepped into the room and looked around.

Because Qinghegu had the craft of tying paper before her death, the room was full of paper, and some of the paper room paper people who tied it were hung in the attic. Some are still semi-finished products.

Because I have encountered these things in the Yang family's place, I am afraid of these things in my heart, and those hanging in the attic seem to be staring at me, making my neck cold

This place made me feel uncomfortable, and I saw that Qing and Gu still maintained the posture when the two of us entered the house, with their heads lowered, and their pale and messy hair covered their faces, and they couldn't see clearly.

I said in my heart that both of us had entered the house, and it was impossible for Qinghegu not to know.

The candle on the table is estimated to have been lit by Aunt Qinghe, and the bowl in the middle is still filled with water, and I see that two chopsticks have been poured on the table.

"Dead."

Standing next to me, he glanced at the things on the table, stared at Qinghegu and said.

I was a little angry, turned my head and said, "People are living well, and they went to my house tonight, why are you talking like that?" ”

He was not angry when I said it, so he turned around and left, I called him, he ignored me at all, and I didn't care about it.

It's a gloomy place, and I'm scared.

I had just taken a step when I heard a thud behind me, as if something had fallen, and I was so frightened that I looked back.

Qinghegu fell straight to the ground, one eye wide open, her head slanted and drooping, just as the dead fish eyes were facing me.

At that moment, I suddenly felt the world spinning, and I finally knew what he meant by death.

He's dead.

Aunt Qinghe, dead!

I was so scared that my legs went limp, and if he hadn't reached out and put his hand on me, I would have sat on the floor.

He glanced at me, this time it wasn't cold, but somehow, I felt a hint of pity in his eyes when he looked at me.

"Alright, go back."

He let go of me, turned and walked straight out the door.

I didn't say anything all the way, so I lowered my head and walked back like a marionette, my back was cold, I don't know how long, and when I looked up, I was already in front of the courtyard gate.

Looking around, he didn't know when he was gone again.