The night is getting deeper and the fog is getting darker.

The courtyard was filled with vast water vapor, layer by layer, shrouded in mist.

There was no moon at night, and only the dim yellow street lamps illuminated the ground.

Light and shadow are intertwined, tree branches are intertwined, and landscape paintings are projected on the ground.

In the bedroom, Fang Ya fell asleep in a daze.

Head, dull pain.

Her little hands clutched the quilt tightly, and the corners of her forehead were large drops of sweat.

"Yaya, Yaya, grandpa has come to see you, do you want grandpa?"

"No, no......" Fang Ya's eyes were closed, muttering, sweat flowing.

"Yaya, it's so cold outside, can you let grandpa into the house?"

Low, old voices wafted through the air......

"Yaya, it's cold and painful, and my grandfather's heart disease is ...... again"

"Yaya, what about the medicine, what about the medicine you bought for me......"

"Yaya, Yaya...... It's been a long time since you've seen grandpa......"

"Grandpa misses you......"

"Don't, don't ......" Fang Ya's hand clutched the quilt tightly, her facial features were distorted and painful, "Grandpa, your death really has nothing to do with me, the car is not my hands and feet, it is Qiao Tianyou, Qiao Tianyou." ”

In the darkness, Fang Ya's voice was tense and her shoulders twitched.

She was so frightened that she cowered into a ball, and her mind couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

Qin Shien's voice fluttered and fluttered in his ears, swaying around, like real and dreamy.

She shivered with fear and clung to the corners.

The pillow was so wet that I couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.

"Yaya, the medicine you gave to your grandfather is so bitter......"

Qin Shien's voice kept echoing in Fang Ya's ears, like wind and like a ghost.

Fluctuating, buzzing like a bee at the earlobe.

"Grandpa, don't torture me anymore...... I'll burn you paper tomorrow...... All right...... Grandpa ......" Fang Ya grabbed the quilt and broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, Fang Ya heard the sound of the medicine bottle shaking.

The pills bounced around in the bottle, making a "knock-knock" sound.

"Ah......" Fang Ya covered her head, her head hurting so much that she was about to explode, "Don't ...... Don't......"

"Yaya, can you help your grandfather taste the bitterness of this medicine......

The old, vigorous voice sounded, mixed with the sound of pills.

Hearing this voice, Fang Ya's whole person collapsed.

The headache was already severe, and now the whole person feels like he is in dire straits, and he is in pain.

She clasped her hands to her ears, not wanting to hear the sound.

"Yaya, Yaya......"

"Grandpa...... Don't force me, don't force me......" Fang Ya cried bitterly, "I secretly changed the medicine you took, but your death has nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter!" ”

"Alas, Yaya, you don't love grandpa anymore...... You're not going to come to accompany grandpa......" the old man sighed.

Fang Ya became more and more creepy, and her body trembled with fear.

"No, I don't want to accompany you, I don't want to die, I want to live, live well......"

"Yaya, you have taken all your grandpa's things, what should you do with grandpa......" the old man sighed again.

The long sigh was particularly frightening to hear in the dark.

It's like a bell ringing in the night, tinkling, crisp but ethereal.

There is a kind of unreal and ethereal that cannot be grasped.

"Grandpa...... Didn't you give me those things...... Grandpa, you can't go back on your word...... Grandpa, can I burn paper for you? Whatever you want, I'll burn it for you. Fang Ya hid under the quilt with a splitting headache.

"Ugh." Another sigh, "I want you to accompany me." ”