"It can't be."

My emotions suddenly became extremely excited, and I almost roared at my cousin: "He can't be my dad." ”

In the face of my extremely excited emotion, my cousin stopped tapping his fingers on the table, and the corners of his mouth rarely outlined a hint of playfulness: "Ye Nan, it's useless for you to roar, you know best what you think in your heart." ”

I fell silent for a moment, indeed, I still couldn't hide anything from my cousin, who, despite my best efforts to disguise, saw through my heart at a glance.

The ghost-faced man who appeared suddenly, in fact, when he first appeared, I had the same speculation as my cousin.

After all, the white box that my dad carried into the mountain appeared in the red coffin that was likely to bury Fu Xiaoqin's body back then, and from all previous indications, my father, Mrs. Zhang, Luo Dumb and the child Fu Xiaoqin, they are likely to be in a group.

Therefore, when the child Fu Xiaoqin was in danger, my father appeared to save her, all of which made sense, so it is very likely that Luo Dumb did not fool me, and the final destination he guided us to was the place where my father was.

However, all this is just speculation, which seems to be reasonable, but in fact it is full of loopholes.

And the biggest loophole in this is two words - father and son.

If that ghost-faced man was really my father, then in that locust forest just now, he would never have made a move on me.

At that time, when the silver spear stabbed at me, I could clearly feel the murderous intent that the ghost-faced man had revealed to me, it was definitely not an illusion, and it was impossible to deliberately pretend to be.

I knew best how the ghost-faced man was bent on killing me, as if I had a great enmity with him, and if my cousin hadn't come to my rescue, I would have died at his guns.

Would my dad shoot me so mercilessly? This is absolutely impossible, tiger poison does not eat children, not to mention that from childhood to adulthood, my father's love for me, I know best.

Therefore, my cousin said that my dad killed my aunt and Uncle Fu back then, even if it was true, I thought that my dad must have a hard time, but he would never kill me, I was his own son, so I would never believe that the face under the Rakshasa mask of the ghost-faced man would be my father's face.

Seeing that I was silent, my cousin just said lightly: "Now, the end of all these things points to tomorrow night, that is, the night of your twentieth birthday, everything will definitely have a result tomorrow night." ”

After saying this, my cousin walked to the door of the hall with the iron rod: "Ye Nan, I still say the same thing, before all the truth is revealed, anyone may harm you, including your father, of course, if you don't trust me, you can also include me, but you will be twenty soon, many things, you should also have your own judgment." ”

I stood there in a daze, looking at my cousin who was about to leave the door of the hall, and I wanted to catch up, but I finally dismissed this idea.

"Are you leaving again?" I asked.

"I'll be back tomorrow afternoon."

"Why do you often leave at night, where are you going?"

"It doesn't matter, it's still the same sentence, before I come back, you try to stay at home and don't go anywhere, and also, like the last time you were dragged to Mrs. Zhang's house by Luo Dumb, I don't want to see it a second time."

After saying this, my cousin walked out of my house and soon disappeared into the night.

I walked to the door of the hall and looked in the direction where my cousin had disappeared, and suddenly felt a sense of loss in my heart, and at this time the moon hanging in the void was still pale and weak, and the moonlight shone on the gossip mirror on the door, projecting a shallow light imprint straight ahead, and I seemed to see some shadows swaying with teeth and claws.

I hurriedly retreated to the house and closed the door, and then went straight to the bedroom where my cousin had slept and lay down, I looked at the time, it was almost midnight, I closed my eyes, and tried to fall asleep as quickly as possible, as long as it was dawn, I would not be so afraid.

It hadn't been long since then, almost an hour after my cousin left, and there was a rapid knock on the door outside, and at the same time, Luo's dumb babbling voice also sounded outside the door.

"It's this old asshole again."

I blew it up all at once, got up and rushed to the kitchen, then found a kitchen knife in the kitchen and held it in my hand.

This dumb person has come to provoke me again and again, my patience has reached the limit, and today it is because of him and Ding Liujiu that he will enter the mountain, causing Ding Liujiu to be murdered, I still broke out after all.

"The tiger is not powerful, do you really think Lao Tzu is muddy?"

I walked to the hall with a kitchen knife, listening to the violent thrashing outside the door and the squeaky shouts of Luo Dumble, I was furious, if I don't cut this old thing to cripples tonight, I won't be surnamed Ye.

However, just as I walked to the position of the Eight Immortals Table, the windows around me suddenly sounded with the sound of copper coins shaking, and the moment this sound sounded, my originally excited emotions instantly calmed down.

"What am I doing?"

I looked at the sharp kitchen knife in my hand, and remembered what my cousin said to me when he left just now, my hand subconsciously shook, and the kitchen knife fell directly to the ground.

Just now, it was as if the evil thoughts in my heart were infinitely amplified by something, if it weren't for the sound of copper coins shaking, I would have even hacked Luo dumb outside the door with a knife at this time.

Luo was still knocking outside my door, but there was no longer the slightest ripple in my heart at this time.

I picked up the kitchen knife on the floor, slowly turned around and walked into the bedroom, and then lay down on the bed.

I don't know when Luo Dum left, surprisingly, after I came back, I slept very soundly this night, and I didn't have nightmares, and when I woke up, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning the next day.

I stretched and felt much better after a good night's sleep, and when I got up, I took a shower, then changed into a clean dress, and finally took out the meat that was ready for the New Year at home.

From 11 o'clock until 1 o'clock in the afternoon, I was busy in the kitchen, and finally, I steamed a pot of rice by myself, and prepared three meats, two vegetables and one soup, all of which were dishes that my father and I liked to eat.

I still remember this time last year, my dad also prepared such a table of dishes for me, a braised pork, a pot of boiled fish, a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork, two vegetarian dishes and a bowl of hibiscus eggs.

Every year on my birthday, my dad would make these dishes for me to eat, because he knew that I liked these dishes, especially the hibiscus eggs, which my dad steamed out were a must, and they were extremely tender.

And this year, there are still these dishes on the table, but the person who cooks the dishes is no longer the same person as before, and the mood of the people who eat the dishes is not as happy as before, and some are just extremely heavy and sad.

I wanted to wait for my cousin to come back and eat with me, but I didn't see my cousin come back until about two o'clock in the afternoon.

Eventually, I filled myself with a bowl of rice and put it on the table, but when I picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food, I found that I couldn't get it into my mouth anyway.

I had no appetite, so I looked blankly at the other side of me, and I remembered that every time I had a birthday, my dad would sit there and keep putting food in my bowl, and although he was not good at words, I could feel his strong fatherly love for me through his actions.

However, now the other side is empty, and in my mind, the image of the ghost-faced man carrying a silver gun to kill me last night echoes again, and subtly, I have never been able to erase the speculation that the ghost-faced man is my father.

My heart tingled inexplicably, the chopsticks in my hand were slammed on the table, I kept grabbing my hair with my hands, and said to myself: "No, he can never be my dad, my dad loves me, he can't kill me!" ”