"Of course. Who wants to be locked up, and one lock up is 3 years. Yingying also sighed.

"Haven't you thought of anything other than to open the door?" I looked up and looked at her delicate face faintly: "For example, jump straight down." ”

Yuan Yue suddenly realized and tapped his palm with his fist: "Mr. Night Silence, your way of thinking is really different. Most people want to open a door when they see it and go out afterward. This is a misconception that many people fall into. In fact, the door is not the only way out, Yingying, you are only three meters away from us. Jump down and we'll catch you. Take 10,000 steps back, even if you fall, you won't be able to stand any injuries. ”

Yingying smiled again: "Sister, you are so naïve. Mr. Nightfall, do you think I wouldn't be able to think of this? Can't jump. ”

After saying that, she went into the house and picked up a piece of potato and threw it down. When it was too late, a gust of wind blew, and the potatoes were chopped to pieces.

"You see, the only ones who can come down are corpses. Cut to shreds of the corpse. Yingying's words were full of gloom.

Yuan Yue and I were shocked at the same time, thinking of the dark and sharp wind on the ancient border of Fengling Town, preventing Yuan Yue from leaving. The same mechanism is actually found in this octagonal wind chime-like building.

The girl, who claimed to have been locked up for a long time, looked up at the sky. The sky under the scorching sun is very blue, clean and destitute: "Sister, Mr. Night Silence." I'm sure you've been wondering all along. Fengling Town, what the hell is going on. ”

Her eyes had long since drifted away, and the girl's voice was leisurely, as if telling something that had nothing to do with her: "Actually, it has always been simple. Clever Mr. Nightfall, you may have already guessed it. ”

"And the wind, is it related?" I crossed my hands and asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's always been related to the wind." Yingying said softly, "Whether it's the curse of Sister Yuanyue's sister or the fate of this town. It's all about the wind. After all, this is a city abandoned by the wind! ”

Many people's fates are different, a thousand people, there are a thousand destinies. However, on the other side of fate, it is always the same. There are usually only two types of them. Happiness, as well as unhappiness.

Yingying, a mysterious girl, was imprisoned in this ancient building. Closed for 3 years. Why exactly she was locked in. But it starts from sixteen years ago!

"Mr. Night Silence, I have also been happy." Yingying muttered reminiscences. She also had a happy home. At that time, her family had a high status in Fengling Town, with her father, mother and sister, and the family was harmonious.

Before the age of six, Yingying was too young to remember much. But there are a few things, until now, she is still engraved in her mind. She was just three years old that year, and her happiness came to an abrupt end. For some reason, Dad took the whole family and abandoned everything and fled from Fengling Town. Yingying felt that her miserable life began at that time.

At first, it was sweet to have the company of your family, even if you kept moving around in remote slums. Dad works part-time and is paid a very low salary. But he often ignored his mother's objections and secretly bought sweet snacks for her and her sister.

The family usually only stays in one place for three months. Definitely not more than three months. As Yingying grows up, she gradually discovers. The whole family seems to be hiding from something.

It's not just people who are hiding, but even weirder things.

Everywhere Dad went, he would rent the land in the most airtight basement. Yingying's childhood memories are always filled with the gloom of the basement, the overflow of sewage in the basement, the filth and the stench of the sky. But Dad said that only the basement is safe.

Because, there is no wind.

Yingying couldn't figure it out, isn't the wind described on TV and in books a natural phenomenon? Why is Dad afraid of the wind. No! It's not just dad who is afraid of it, but mom and her sister, who is two years older than her, are also scared.

Even if the breeze blows, it will make the family tremble with fear.

In the summer, the basement is extremely hot, but her home never turns on the electric fan. Don't even fan with anything. Even though it was so hard, Yingying was still very happy. Because Mom and Dad love her. My sister also loves to play with her.

I hid like this for two years. Yingying should have reached the age of going to kindergarten, and her sister should also go to elementary school. Her parents thought they had been hiding for so long, and they should be fine. So I found a small town in the middle of nowhere and settled down.

"When my sister went to elementary school, my dad gave my sister a very small balloon. It's really small. He asked his sister to stuff the balloons in her school bag if she felt that something strange was happening. Just pick up the balloon. Yingying's eyes showed an inexplicable color: "Dad said, as long as the balloon moves." Just run, run desperately. Running home. ”

Yingying didn't go to kindergarten. Her mother taught her basic Chinese characters and numbers at home and played with her. In my memory, my mother never went out. Dad is the only one who goes out early and returns late, and when he comes home late, he usually brings enough food to eat for a few days.

Mom, she didn't let Yingying go out by herself.

In her memory, Yingying was enclosed in her father's rented room. It was a decades-old bomb shelter converted basement, with solid walls and sturdy iron doors. The smell of impermeable stench always permeated that bomb shelter. Since escaping from her hometown, Yingying has become accustomed to being locked up in a house.

She is very sensible and never asks why. He never showed the expression of loneliness and envy of other children. She was afraid that her mother would be sad to see her envy.

The mother always lived a life that resembled captivity, occasionally looking at the ceiling of the house. It is said that it is a ceiling, but in fact, there is a thick three-meter thick reinforced concrete from the ground.

The days went by day by day. Dad once said through alcohol that when Yingying was six years old, she could go to elementary school with her sister. Yingying was overjoyed. She was looking forward to turning six. She crossed her fingers and counted day by day. Three hundred and sixty-five days in a year. How much is two years? Well, by the way, she is four and a half years old, and there are more than 500 days left, and she will be able to completely get out of this basement that closes her life and tightens her soul.

The basement is always a place of terror. No matter how long you have lived, for the little ones. The gloomy and dim corridors here are terrifying. Sometimes, when her mother saw that she was bored, she would make an exception to open the door of her room and let her run a few laps down the aisle when no one could see her.

Speaking of which, the iron door in the basement has also been renovated by my father. Dad found welding tools and firmly welded many iron chains behind the door. Each of the dense chains connects to the locks on the thick walls.