Songgang Lane has been listed as a development by the government, so most of the residents have already moved in advance, and the sisters have left the area after going to college.

As the footsteps approached, a black gate stood in front of him, and Luo Xiyan's calves stood like cramps. The door creaked open, reflecting the scene of trance and depression inside, and the grape trellis, which was always green, had become a dead branch trellis, and the thick layer of bird droppings on the ground knew that this was a gathering place for birds.

The small flower garden next to it left dry hard soil and weeds, once planted here with gardenias, gardenias are my mother's favorite plants, because of its strong Luo Xiyan also fell in love with gardenias, she has to be like a gardenia brave to meet the wind and rain, in the face of the scorching sun, grow more vigorous.

A worn-out swing hung from the mottled old branches, the rope frame had lost a lot of whiskers, the patent leather on the wooden board had fallen off beyond recognition, and the sound of the wind was like the devil grinding his teeth.

Luo Xiyan seemed to feel the body that had flown up, and the laughter that could never come back, didn't the years swing around like a swing? At that time, the sisters were like butterflies on this swing, and although they were troubled by the rakshasas, she still had a lot of fun in the days when her mother was there.

The stone tables and chairs are covered with a thick layer of dust, and every sunrise and moon setting in the past few years flows on this barrier, and its texture has formed an indelible annual ring.

Suddenly, Luo Xiyan's eyes flickered, and he saw a man sitting on the stone bench, with a little bald hair, and his eyebrows were like a formidable charcoal fire, which could be ignited at any time. He picked up a glass of wine and slowly brought it to his mouth, and with the "clatter" of the thick throat, the corners of his mouth glowed with the same eerie light as the wine.

Hu Penghui? Is his ghost still here?

In this strange moment, her breathing almost stopped, because she also saw the Rakshasa ghost in the black dress, she was like a messenger of hell with a gloomy and evil face, as long as someone died because of Luo Xiyan, she would inevitably appear. I don't know how many people will have to die before she can go back to where she needs to go?

Hu Penghui died in a heavy rain, that day, the dark sky seemed to collapse, and the raindrops were like roaring notes, hysterically whipping the small courtyard, with the harbinger of the coming of the end of the world.

The roof of the kitchen began to leak rain in a large area, and if it continued like this, it would soon be flooded by heavy rain, and fifteen-year-old Luo Xiyan went to call his stepfather. The face of the man who had been eating and drinking had turned maroon, but he still couldn't resist the emergency situation in front of him to get the ladder.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the heavens and the earth merged into one, forming a gray and white water world. Hu Penghui's consciousness became confused, and his head began to collide, and the elongated version of the ladder visibly frightened him, and his sunken eye sockets shrunk into a ball. But as the only man in the family, he didn't have any choice.

Xiao Xiyan held the ladder firmly for him, and every step he took seemed difficult, and he climbed this ladder to hell step by step.

He could not control the balance of his body by the extent of the unfolding of the felt, and the soles of his feet slipped, and the whole person fell off the ladder. There was a splash of water more than a foot high on the ground, and unfortunately his head hit the stone, which Xiao Xiyan used to suppress the ladder.

The rain did not stop because of the earthly tragedy, and soon the scarlet blood that flowed from his head merged with the muddy water.

The figure of the Rakshasa ghost appeared in the rain, and she let out a smirk at Xiao Xiyan. Her stepfather, who was not related by blood, was also killed by her, and Xiao Xiyan knelt in the rain in pain, beating her hair.

The alleys weave through the years, and time wanders among the gardenias, leaving the tranquility and the thick moss traces on the walls on both sides. After a safe and sound life, what happened later made Luo Xiyan's fingertips tingle, and she didn't dare to look back......

"Xiyan, come here, come and pour me wine."

A voice that made her heart beat faster, Hu Penghui's ghost appeared on the sofa, nothing had changed, Peking Opera was playing on the old TV, a plate of peanuts and rice was placed on the coffee table, a plate of cucumber mixed with flour, and a bottle of freshly opened Erguotou.

"Xiyan, come here, come and pour me wine."

He summoned her in a commanding and impatient voice, the whites of his eyes were cloudy from the long drinking, his curtains were a little puffy, and his lips were purple, which looked unsettling.

A small figure stepped forward and carefully poured the wine into the wine glass, and accidentally the wine glass fell to the ground, and suddenly splashed with glass shards......

"You Rakshasa ghost, you know I like to drink, you did it on purpose, right? You killed your mother, and you still want to cut off my back road? ”

Xiao Chenrui on the side showed a wicked smile on her face, and quietly took out a small green snake from her schoolbag and slowly crawled under her feet.

"Oops...... Where did the snake come from? ”

Hu Penghui was frightened by the sudden snake, this little green snake had crawled down his strong body, crawled to his neck, and spit out a blood-red tongue at him.

Xiao Chenrui deliberately exaggerated and shouted: "This seems to be a bamboo leaf green poisonous snake, after being bitten, it will be poisoned to death." ”

"What are you still doing? Come and help Dad get rid of it! ”

"I read the book that after being entangled by a poisonous snake, you can't startle the snake, the best way is to squat down with your head and jump on the spot three times, and the snake will automatically leave."

According to what Xiao Chenrui said, Hu Penghui grabbed his head and jumped on the ground three times in surrender, and the little green snake was shaken down. Xiao Chenrui's tense little face couldn't hold back any longer, and she covered her mouth and laughed.

Hu Penghui knew that he had been fooled, and grabbed Xiao Chenrui's collar: "Dead girl, dare to play tricks on me?" ”

"Ah, the little green snake is here again."

The little girl took the opportunity to escape, and Xiao Xiyan looked at his embarrassed figure through the mirror, with a sneer on her face.

Since her mother left, the memories in this room have eaten away at Luo Xiyan's internal organs like poisonous snakes, and every time these images flashed, her body would twitch.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"I seem to have seen Hu Penghui, he didn't leave, he was in this room."

"How is this possible, you must be dazzled by the scene, let's hurry up and worship Grandma Yang."