"How so?" Xia Xia said strangely.

"Because the murderer took advantage of a sensory illusion in people. First of all, the courtyard gate is locked. Then he heard the sound of something breaking in the room and immediately entered, so short that it was impossible for a person to disappear suddenly. There was only a naughty cat in the house, and a broken oil bottle, and a normal person would intuitively think that this cat must have broken the oil lamp. ”

Xia Xia nodded frequently.

"But as I said just now, when the oil seeped into the ground for a long time, the owner had already smelled the smell of oil in the alley when he entered the alley, and it can be seen that the oil was not spilled at the time of the broken sound. There was no grease on the cat's body, and there were no spilled oil stains, and the table was far from the broken bottle, so it was not the cat that knocked over the oil bottle. ”

"So what?"

"The murderer may have had the key to the yard, he entered the door and for some reason knocked over the oil bottle. When he saw a cat in the house, he remembered to use the cat as his scapegoat. ”

"So what to do? Cats are not human, so they can't understand human speech?! ”

He knocked the cat unconscious and threw the cat on top of the oil stains, pretending that it was the cat overturning the oil bottle. Then he went out of the yard, locked the door again, waited outside the courtyard wall, and as soon as he saw his master enter the alley, he immediately broke the bottle that he had prepared to carry with him. When the owner heard the broken bottle and smelled the smell of oil, he naturally remembered the oil bottle at home, and immediately opened the door and entered the courtyard, and did not check whether there was anyone in the alley at all. ”

"So that's the case...... Xia Xia suddenly realized, and then said angrily, "It's just that I knocked over an oil bottle, and it's not a big thing to kill, but this person has made so many troublesome things in order to avoid this responsibility, and he has hurt innocent cats, it's really too much - fortunately, it's just a story, and this person is just a person in the story, otherwise, I must scold this villain." Xia Xia was indignant, but, according to what I know about Haipiao now, I always feel that his story is a metaphor, especially when I noticed his eyes, he has been quietly staring at the direction of the courtyard gate where Yan Cuo is, that kind of gaze will make me feel that he knows that Yan Cuo is standing behind, and he is waiting for Yan Cuo to come out.

Xia Xia didn't see it as clearly as I did, and was still in the middle of the story, and said indignantly: "What about later? Did the owner of the cat find the coward? ”

"Later, the man who knocked over the oil bottle knew that he was guilty, and he confessed his fault to the cat's owner."

"Did the cat's owner make him pay for it?"

In fact, the owner of the cat had already guessed that this person had knocked over the oil bottle, and he still had expectations for his nature, and had been waiting for him to admit his mistake. Fortunately, the naughty child did not disappoint the cat owner. Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, and good is great. ”

Yan Cuo slowly walked out from behind the door, standing in the alley, the wind blew the painting paper in his hand cracking, he and Haipiao had a little secret that no one knew, this secret made him have a kind of awe and trust in Haipiao.

Xia Xia stared at Yan Cuo strangely, pretending not to care, "It's cold outside, do you want to come in?" ”

Yan staggered his face, and I saw that his face was very pale, and the tip of his nose and eyes were red.

"Hmph, don't appreciate it, who is rare." Xia Xia whispered.

Hai Piao got up and patted Xia Xia's head, and said with a smile: "Send the extra to Sister Fei as soon as possible, she also got up early in the morning, and just now said that she wanted to find a dress, you go and see if there is anything you need to help." ”

Xia Xia immediately stood up, put on an obvious posture of "I don't want to stay with Yan Cuo", put away the oiled paper bag on the table and said, "I'll take a look." ”

A fritter left by Haipiao Xia Xia said: "One fritter is enough." ”

Xia Xia glanced at Yan at the door and said, "If you like to eat, you can't eat it and throw it away, and you can give more eggs." So he ran out.

This Xia Xia is really a knife mouth tofu heart, and she obviously cares about Yan Cuo.

Xia Xia Dada went back to the yard, obviously not knowing that I was hiding in the attic hallway, and went to the kitchen first.

Hai Piao handed the fritters to Yan Cuo and said, "This is what Xia Xia left for you." ”

Yan Cuo didn't answer, but handed him the drawing paper in his hand and said, "You left the painting." ”

Hai Piao smiled: "You don't have to pay it back." It's destroyed after reading it, and it's just a casual drawing. I don't think you want anyone else to see it. ”

What paintings? Why don't you want others to see it?

I often hear them and especially Yan Cuo mention his paintings, but I haven't really seen them.

Yan Cuo gritted his teeth, tightly, so tight that I could almost see the hard lines on his face wandering, I don't know what kind of heart he was in a trance, that heart was very heavy, so heavy that his eyes were filled with tears, isn't it all over, why Yan Cuo still can't let go, there are still so many things to carry?

Hai Piao sighed lightly, picked up the drawing paper on the table one by one, folded it, and handed it to Yan Cuo: "You also heard the story of the cat, right?" What would you do if you were this kid who broke the oil bottle? ”

Yan Cuo stared coldly at Haipiao and asked, "What do you think I should do?" ”

Hai Piao smiled, stuffed the painting into Yan Cuo's hand, and said, "I don't have the right to evaluate what you do, destroy the painting." ”

Yan Cuo stood stiffly, as if I had been moved by the sound of the night, motionless, only the drawing paper with the wind was dancing happily, what did this painting paper look like to Yan Cuo? What is the metaphor of the cat's story? Why didn't I get it?

At this time, Xia Xia had already come out of the kitchen and shook in front of my room in the yard, and should be looking for me.

I've got to hurry down, or I'll not know how to explain it when I'm discovered.

Haipiao in the courtyard began to chat casually and said: "These fritters are so delicious, you can't get tired of eating them." ”

Yan mistakenly said: "Since you are so interested in telling a story early in the morning, why don't I tell you one too." ”

"Okay."

Yan Cuo also wants to tell a story, what story does he want to say? I'm nervous, I really hope that there is something to break Xia Xia away now, so that I can listen to the story that Yan Cuo has to tell again-

"Sister Fei, what are you doing here?" Xia Xia's voice sounded quietly.

I was stunned for a moment, and turned my head to look at Xia Xia who was standing behind me, Xia Xia was holding a big bowl in her hand with the lid covered, but I could still smell the strong smell of ginger candy in the bowl, she should have sent ginger noodles to my mother to eat-

I quickly pulled her past and shh

As soon as Xia Xia wanted to ask something, I covered her mouth, because I saw that Hai Piao raised her eyes and glanced in the direction of us.

My heart was pounding, and I felt like I was being seen through.

Yan sat in the courtyard with his back straight, and pondered for a while before he began to tell his story.

Yan Cuo began to tell his story, it was the first time I heard him say so many words so affectionately and patiently, he was willing to open his heart to people, I was very happy, but the story he told pierced my heart.

Once upon a time, there was a family of three living in a very remote mountain village. Men, women, and their sons.

The man is very sick, since his child can remember, he has been in constant pain, the woman will find all kinds of methods, delve into all kinds of home remedies to heal him, for many years, the woman has a very hard time, while taking care of the family, while also limping up the mountain to collect medicine for her husband, so the child has been very sensible since he was a child, and try his best to let the hard-working mother be a little more comforted, he will do laundry and cook at a very young age, and take care of everything in the house, because he knows that his mother has a lot of things to do when she comes back from collecting medicine, she has to adjust and dispense medicine, She often got sick because of trying different herbs, but she never stopped.

Because she has always told her children with hope: When Daddy recovers, the three of us will be as happy as before.

The child looked at his mother numbly, because he had the impression that the so-called once upon a time had never been happy.

The child said to his mother: Mother, I will study medicine with you, I am a man, I will try those medicines.

The mother will touch his head with a smile and say: A man must carry the world of a woman on his shoulders, and he can't hurt his body at will, otherwise in the future, how can he explain to his loved ones?

In his mother's heart, other people's lives are precious, and only his own life can be used as a test subject. But she never knew that she should also be loved and protected, and whose shoulders should her world be carried?

The woman tried many medicines, but never cured the man's disease.

On that day, the man was sick again, he had been plagued by nightmares for many years, his nightmare was the nightmare of the whole family, every time he had a nightmare, it was like experiencing a life-and-death duel, and this time it was the same, the man was trapped in a nightmare and no one could help him, and the woman watched her husband struggle in the dream with a painful face, and wept helplessly on the side.

In the past, children would ask women: Mother, what's wrong with Dad?

Women always say: Daddy has a nightmare, don't be afraid.

This nightmare of a man is the whole child's childhood, which occurs from time to time, and people can't sleep peacefully.

The child stared at his father, his heart was very scared, every time a man had a nightmare it was painful, he kept waving his shoulders and kicking his legs, he would be infinitely powerful, he would cause a lot of damage that ordinary people could not make, the wooden bed at home had been changed countless times, and the quilt was torn every now and then, not only that, but he also often hurt himself, and his mother who was taking care of him-

The child knows that his father is like this because he is sick, but looking at the large and small scars on his mother's body, as well as the increasingly poor family, he really hates and feels sad!

The situation in the man's nightmare is also getting worse, from the occasional mess and kick at the beginning to the unbridled destruction-

This time, the child remembers very well, every detail, every change in expression, every word and every cry.