After the illusion disappeared, I sat down on the ground, looking around in confusion, what I had just seen faintly revealed my father's life experience, but also brought me deeper confusion.

The year my dad left, I just went to junior high school, and I remember very clearly that day when my dad came back very late, I was watching TV with my sister, I glanced at him, and saw that my dad's face was as white as a piece of paper, his expression was very strange, and he was holding two bottles of Erguotou in his hand.

He went to the back room for a while, took out more than 3,000 yuan, and stuffed it into my sister's hand: "You have saved this money, don't spend it indiscriminately, one day you can't open the pot at home and use it again, usually your sister and brother eat or something, just go to Aunt Chen's house." ”

At that time, Aunt Chen was still young and had just divorced, and my father always liked to go to her house, and sometimes he spent the night at Aunt Chen's, and the neighbors gossiped about them.

So at that time, my sister and I didn't think much about it, after all, Aunt Chen was also half a stepmother.

No one expected that my father was explaining the aftermath at that time.

Seeing that my sister hid the money under the mattress, my father went to the back room with the second pot head, and never came out, and the next morning, my sister came into the house and called him to eat, and found that my father had lost his breath.

My dad walked peacefully, his eyes half-wide and slumped in his chair, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and a razor in his hand.

There were two empty wine jars left on the table.

Before he died, he shaved his head, but when he was only halfway shaved, he died, and the left side of his head was bald, but the right side was intact, and he looked particularly stumbling.

Later, I thought that maybe I drank until midnight, and my father had a premonition of his death: since I, Li Youwei, would not live until dawn, before leaving, I would simply shave my head and go on the road cleanly.

As a result, before the head was shaved, the person died.

Looking at my father's corpse, our sisters and brothers hugged and cried, and the funeral was still done with the help of Aunt Chen, who cried and scolded my father for being a negative wild man.

After my father left, the life of the Li family became more and more difficult, although he was frugal, but the little money he left was quickly spent, my sister gritted her teeth and decided to drop out of school to work in a barber shop, after all, it is not a matter to go to Aunt Chen's house to eat.

Since then, our sister and brother have been through ups and downs and suffered a lot of misery in the world, these are all later stories.

When I think about the past, my eyes are red.

There is one thing I haven't figured out, since my father is so capable, even an evil character like Mei Lianzhou calls him brother, but why is my family still so poor?

It stands to reason that a metaphysical scholar like him can show people feng shui or something, and the money will not be in hand? If he can save more or something, our brothers and sisters will not live so miserably.

Some things, really can't be said clearly, Chen sesame rotten millet came to mind, I had mixed feelings in my heart, I began to hate my father, hated him for not being angry, not a man, empty of ability, but poor jingling, even my own children can't take care of it, I feel ashamed to have such a father.

It's not good to make money to support his family, he drinks and gets drunk every day, and he eats all the way to go to the gloomy Taoist temple to hunt for treasures.

I can probably guess the follow-up plot, needless to say, the three of them will definitely return empty-handed, if he finds some broken copper and iron, the Li family will not be like this.

Wiping away my tears, I looked at the small earthen basin in front of me, only to see that the loess in the basin, like quicksand, rotated rapidly in one direction, and the loess began to drain along the bottom of the basin, and in just a few seconds, the soil was all gone.

Inside the basin, only a small key remained.

This key looks like it belongs to the ancient people, with two teeth at the front end, and a small iron ring below, with a simple shape.

I've started to get used to the weird style of the bardo, and as Wang Yan said, anything can happen here.

Grabbing the key and getting up, I searched carefully in the old house, but I couldn't find a matching lock.

The inside and outside of the house add up, about 200 square meters, the corridor inside is in the shape of "Hui", bypassing the main house, you can see both sides of the corridor, there are many small rooms.

This kind of wooden structure of the ancient house, people give people a very uneasy feeling, feet on the floor, squeaking, but the surroundings are so quiet that it is weird, I am afraid that there is something hidden somewhere, suddenly jumping out to scare me.

As I walked, I nervously looked back, and when I opened the rooms, they were almost empty, and occasionally I could see a few sets of old clothes worn by the ancients.

In one of the rooms, the words were written in blood on the wall: "People go to empty buildings, and they are all over the house." ”

I saw that my heart was furious, and I quickly closed the door and left, and the outer corridor turned outside, and I didn't find any valuable clues, so I followed the road and came to the small corridor inside.

On the ceiling of the small cloister, there are some ropes used to hang, which are stained with dark red human blood, and on each rope, there are also some ancient women's clothes, these women were hanged here alive, and after death, the corpses are gone, only empty clothes are left, hanging on the ropes and swinging around, like clothes racks.

There are some small embroidered shoes of the girl's family piled up on the floor, and the empty clothes on the sling, the picture is particularly secretive.

I gasped and didn't dare to look up any further, and my eyes were fixed ahead, and there were two doors in the small cloister, one black and one white.

Above the black door, a big word "Jing" was written in a white pen.

Nothing was written on the white door, the door panel was stained with bloody finger prints, and a woman's cry could be heard in the room.

The white door was hidden, and there was a disgusting smell of rouge wafting inside, smelling very greasy, and I didn't know what kind of gloomy thing the woman in the door was.

The black door was closed, and it was quiet inside.

Recalls the poem I saw in the courtyard: The earthen basin washes the face, the quiet room repents, is this black door the quiet room?

Shall I go in and repent? Repent of what?

With the boss's doubts, I had the courage to reach out and push the black door, and with a creak, the door opened.

The strong smell of dust hit my face, I coughed when I choked, and when I opened my eyes, the space in the room was not very large, only a few square meters, there was a broken futon on the ground, and there was a mirror standing opposite the futon.

There was nothing left in the room except for these two things, so I brushed aside the cobwebs in front of me, stepped in, and sat cross-legged on the futon.

A fatal coldness swept through my body from the bottom up, my teeth trembled from the cold, and after sitting for less than a few seconds, I felt that my whole consciousness was blurred.

Is this repentance? Come! I gritted my teeth and resisted, and after a few minutes, the coldness on the futon gradually disappeared, and I let out a white breath, only to see a line of words appear on the mirror opposite:

"What do you regret the most in this life?"

I stared at myself in the mirror in a daze, and my mood became extremely complicated, who hasn't regretted it for a lifetime? The things I regret are much older, such as the bruised nose and swollen face that I experienced a few vicious battles when I was in school, but I want to say that I regret the most......

Lowering my head and thinking about it, I spoke: "I was too cowardly, I failed to protect my sister, let her suffer so many grievances, I was not angry when I went to school, I went out to fight with people every day, and I lived up to my sister's expectations of me." This is what I Li Zhiwen regrets the most in my life. ”

Looking back on the previous years, I couldn't help but cry, if my life were to start all over again, in that case, two underage children, dependent on each other, in the face of this indifferent and despicable world, what choice could I make?

Sitting in front of the mirror and crying, I wiped away my tears and looked up, only to see that the line on the mirror disappeared, and then the mirror was like a lake, and the light kept flashing.

I stared at the strange scene in front of me in amazement, and I didn't dare to speak, and under my gaze, the mirror gradually turned into a black and white screen, and some vague figures appeared in it.

The light in the room dimmed, and I felt as if I was alone, sitting in a haunted movie theater, watching old black and white movies.

Soon, the picture in the mirror became clearer, and the scene looked very familiar, it seemed to be my hometown in the countryside, in a dilapidated house, hot water was boiling in a pot, and my sister was making noodles.

I took my sister's hand and said:

"Sister, I feel sorry for you, I can't do it, you stay at home in the future, and I will go out to work to support you."

My sister was sixteen or seventeen years old that year, which was the age of being as beautiful as a flower, she shook her head and said: "Don't care, you just go to school, you are a man, men should learn more knowledge and skills, and break out in the future, don't be like our father who is unproductive, can only be a down-and-out shaver, pointing out jokes to others." ”

I didn't hear the conversation too clearly, everything that happened in the mirror was like yesterday, and my heart was like a knife when I saw it.

After a while, the picture switched, and the scene in the mirror instantly became gloomy, only to see my father, Mei Lianzhou and Su Beidou, who were in a spacious hall.

The hall was of stone, and it was extraordinarily spacious and empty, like a small square, and there were many torches hanging on the walls, and the green light was rising, and the faces of the three men were particularly frightened under the light of the fire.

My heart trembled suddenly, my eyes widened and I stared at the mirror, when I washed my face with loess before, my father was still at the door of the Taoist temple, this person had already entered, and the stone hall in front of me should be the scene inside the Taoist temple.

Connecting the pictures before and after, I was extremely shocked in my heart, and I was very curious, and I wanted to know, what happened to them in the Taoist temple back then?