"Daddy?"

Listening to the little girl calling this middle-aged man's father, I couldn't help but be a little stunned, the man saw the little girl pounce on him, the tiredness in his eyes faded, replaced by kindness and joy, and picked her up at once.

He played with her for a while, and then took out two pieces of bread and a carton of milk from the package and gave them to the child, and asked her to play in the house, while she squatted hard in front of the stove and lit the fire.

The little girl was very well-behaved, happily took the food that her father gave her and devoured it, as if she was already very hungry, but after she finished eating a piece of bread, she quietly opened the door and looked at her father, who was sweating profusely, biting her lip, looking at the bread with only one piece left, she looked a little unfinished, but she still wrapped the bread and put it on the hot kang head, and did not eat it again.

Looking at the little girl's actions, I also confirmed that these two should be father and daughter. The reason why I was a little surprised was because this middle-aged man may be a good father, but he is really ugly, and his body is short and fat, so it is even worse.

And the appearance of the little girl is just the opposite of the man, although she is still young, but the delicate and beautiful facial features have begun to take shape, just to make people feel quite cute, although it is a corpse, but I have also seen her when she grows up, she is still very beautiful.

When the father had finished the fire and returned to the house, the little girl handed the remaining piece of bread to her father, who looked at the girl for a long time, turned back and wiped his eyes, and touched the child's head and said that he was not hungry and let her eat. I was also deeply touched by this scene - I saw a man gnawing on a few orange peels when he was burning on the stove.

At night, the little girl fell asleep peacefully in her father's arms, and when the boy had fallen asleep, he quietly got up, took out a photo album from the cabinet by the help of an oil lamp, looked at it and wiped his eyes again. I leaned over and took a look, and it was a picture of a family of three.

There was this short and fat man on it, and there was a woman sitting next to him, her face was very beautiful, looking at the baby girl in her arms, her eyes were as gentle as water, and she was full of happiness. I think this woman must be his wife, but in the lighting, this couple is very luxuriously dressed, and there is no poverty at all.

After putting the photographs back in the cupboard, the man went to the table where the coat and hat were kept, and took the light blue package on it, which contained a lot of dirty clothes, and he took them to the stove, brought a basin of cold water, and washed them by the moonlight.

I watched the man wash his clothes for a long time until the early hours of the morning before returning to the kang and sleeping for a while, only for an hour or two, and then got up with my daughter, the child stayed in the house, and I continued to drag my tired body out of the house. I wondered what the man did, so I followed the man outside to take a look, only to find out that the man was a rickshaw puller.

The banyan leaves on the side of the road have turned yellow, the reddish maple leaves have fallen all over the ground, the street vendors are shouting and shouting, and in the crowd, short and fat men drag their rickshaws and run with their passengers sweating. It was already the late autumn season, and the wind was very cool, but he was wearing a horse coat, and his body was as wet as if it had rained.

Life for a stocky man is obviously very hard, but it wasn't that that caught my attention, it was the city itself — looking at the people on the streets, I felt as if I had returned to the Republican era. I remember that rickshaws were used as a means of transportation in the early 20th century.

In other words, have I now almost crossed a hundred years and gone back in time? I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, and even doubted the relationship between the little girl and this short and fat man. If the two of them are really father and daughter, the girl's age should be at least over 90 years old in modern times.

Lying in the coffin was clearly a young girl who looked at most twenty-five or sixteen, and my doubts deepened. As time passed, I found that this time the prophetic dream was also unusually long, and I followed the man as he pulled the rickshaw from daytime to dusk, and there was still no sign of waking up from the dream.

"Could it be that because I became a burial master, my ability to predict dreams has become stronger?"

Before parting with Miss Zihui, she had explained to me in detail about the knowledge of precognitive dreams, and the so-called precognitive dreams did not mean that they could only see what was about to happen. Foreseeing impending danger is only one of the functions of foreseeing dreams.

In addition, prophetic dreams can also see the demon spirits on the monster, the past and present lives of a soul, and so on, etc., the role of prophetic dreams is very extensive, but in general, prophetic dreams are a hint of karmic reincarnation. This effect is especially evident when the psychic encounters the soul of a wrongful death.

The reason why the soul is an unjust soul is because it ends with hatred in its heart, and it does not want to disperse, so it continues to wander in the world, and over time, it becomes a ghost after absorbing the evil spirit. The first thing ghosts do is to understand the resentment in their hearts, and the way psychicists deal with this kind of ghosts is different from ordinary demon slayers, they are more humane.

They peek into the past and present lives of resentful ghosts through prophetic dreams, understand their sufferings, and through this point they are good at inducing - whether it is a ghost or a ghost, in fact, in the final analysis, it is derived from people, and the so-called bell must be tied to the bell, and the psychic can play this role.

So I think that if it was really because I became a burial master that my ability to predict dreams was further improved, then what was happening in front of me now seemed to be explainable.

I watched the man pull the rickshaw for a day and run away, but he still didn't get a break, and he didn't even have time to wipe his sweat before he ran away to work as a buddy in a small restaurant. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the man took the salary from the proprietress and two quick cakes, and some other leftover food, and hurried home.

After that, I stayed in the prophetic dream for several days—the time in the foreknowledge dream and the time in reality cannot be equated, but I still couldn't help but feel a little anxious, after all, I was now attached to the coffin, and I didn't have much time.

But now that I'm still having a prophetic dream, it probably means that it's not yet time for the coffin to burn, and I don't know how to get out of the prophetic dream, so I can only calm down and continue to watch.

After observing during this time, I found out that the man's name was Hu Dabao, and the little girl's name was Hu Hui. And this era is not the beginning of the 20th century as I guessed, if you extrapolate from the time, it is probably in the 60s and 70s of the 20th century, when the Cultural Revolution has ended, and this Hu Dabao should have been a child of a landlord before, but after being troubled by the Red Guards, he became this miserable picture.

But even so, in modern times, this girl named Hu Hui is only twenty-five or sixteen years old, and it is still not true, at least she should be in her forties. But within a few days of this question in my mind, I got the answer.

On that day, I had planned to go out with Hu Dabao to watch him work, but I found that I couldn't leave the house anyway - when I opened the door, it was a dark and distorted space, and I couldn't take a step forward. I knew that there was a change in the dream, and it was estimated that something was going to happen at Hu Dabao's house, so I waited quietly.

In fact, Hu Hui has reached the age of going to school this year, but the family has no money so they can only stay at home and can't go out, the children of poor families are more precocious, Hu Hui is a very well-behaved child, and he never makes trouble or cries when he sees himself at home, either reading quietly, or singing alone, lying on the window and looking at the pedestrians outside, waiting for his father to come home.

Hu Hui didn't seem to have changed much on this day, but when it was noon, there was a knock on the door outside. Hu Hui was stunned for a moment, a trace of fear appeared in her eyes, and after hesitating for a while, she shrank into the house, she was very smart, and she didn't go to open the door to others when she remembered Hu Dabao's words.

However, this was only the beginning, when the people outside the door found that no one opened the door after knocking for a while, they began to knock more frantically, looking very irritable. Hu Hui was so frightened that she shrunk into the quilt and shivered. I stared at the door, a hint of foreboding.

And at this moment there was a sudden loud bang at the door, and at the same time as the door opened, a burst of rampant laughter rang out - I saw a drunken man standing outside the door, half of his face seemed to be burned, his eyes were not eyes, his nose was not a nose and his mouth was not a mouth, his face was horrible, his face was red, and his legs seemed to be lame, and he was limping when he walked.

I stared at this guy for a while, and suddenly remembered who he was - it was a guy named Wang Gang at the head of the village, and the villagers called this guy Wang Cripple.

And this guy seems to have some grudges with Hu Dabao, sometimes he always has to sneer at Hu Dabao when he meets him, Hu Dabao is a simple character, and he doesn't seem to know why this guy is always targeting himself, but I feel like I can guess a rough idea.

This Wang lame man was born a poor man, and his ancestors have been poor for three generations, and now Hu Dabao is also a poor man, but in the eyes of Wang Cripple, it makes him very unpleasant.

Because Hu Dabao used to be the child of the landlord, so seeing him fall into this position now, Wang Cripple was very happy, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't find trouble with Hu Dabao for a day. However, the grievances between Wang Cripple and Hu Dabao only stayed on the two adults, and it was the first time that he pried open the door to find his daughter even though he knew that Hu Dabao was not at home.

When Wang Cripple appeared in the house with a wine bottle in one hand and his lame leg in tow, Hu Hui was really frightened by this guy, and cried while holding the quilt on his body. Half of Wang's face had been burned and it was terrifying, but now that he had drunk wine, his face was flushed, the wound was red, and the blood under the thin skin and flesh was clearly visible.

"You are the daughter of Hu Dabao's grandson? Hehe...... It's really worthy of being the daughter of the landlord's family, and she's so handsome. ”