I looked back at the person who was announcing death at any moment, and looked at her in a daze.

"I still want to go home and see if grandma is hurt, I'm still young, I'm not yet..."

In the end, I didn't want to die and didn't have the courage to say it.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

With tears in my eyes, I looked at the cold girl behind me, turned and walked away slowly.

"Remember, my name is Joan, and your name is Joan."

It turns out that she is not a dirty girl, she has a name, her name is Joan!

After returning home, before the news of dying in my heart could be digested, I heard my grandmother's cry, and there were still a few people outside the courtyard, but they didn't go in, and they all watched from afar.

When I came into the yard, I also saw it clearly, grandma was holding her father's head, An Xiaodou was also kneeling beside her, the white-haired man was crying bitterly when the black-haired man was crying, and there were several nail holes on my father's body, could it be that the driver killed him?

The driver may have run into something, and his face is short-lived.

That's right, I've even seen the old locust tree turn into a ghost, why don't I still believe in ghosts and gods, not to mention that there is a soul messenger named Joan who has already told me about the date of death, but why is my heart so calm.

"Nana, my granddaughter! What exactly do you want? He's your father, even though you hate him for abandoning your mother, but now he's dead. He's dead. ”

Grandma cried bitterly when she lost her relatives, but I never blamed him, why did Grandma think that I had not forgiven Dad, and as for Mom, I had long forgotten about it.

"Grandma, I know!"

I said calmly, but I don't know why my grandmother is angry again, I really don't understand.

"Forget it, what can I tell you to do, kneel in front of you and fake crying? I can't, I don't have the right at all, if you remember his goodness, no, no, no, you never remember anyone's good, you're an emotionless animal, a cold-blooded animal. ”

After my grandmother finished speaking, the word emotion kept circling in my head.

At school, the class grass in the next class confessed to me, I didn't accept it, so I was framed by people who loved him, in a field activity, I was taken to the cliff by someone who reported that a certain classmate was drunk, fell into the lake, and I was rescued by him who couldn't swim.

But when I found out that he was smoking at school, I still reported it to the school, and after he was punished, my reputation at school became more and more bad, and I became more and more liked by the principal and teachers, but my classmates often spoofed me, but I never cared.

And forced me into a corner, saying that I am an emotionless animal, and the heart is made of stone, so what is emotion?

Now that my grandmother is crying so sadly, what should I do to appear emotional?

"Grandma, Dad will be fine, don't be sad."

"Heh... Haha, get better, I hope my son can get better, but Nana, your father is out of breath, do you understand when he dies? ”

I wanted to comfort my grandmother, but her disappointed eyes were full of powerlessness.

"Sister, stop talking, Dad won't wake up this time, woo..."

An Xiaodou cried very sadly, his tears seemed to be worthless, and they flowed out in a row, wetting his father's entire sleeve.

"Look at this person's daughter, she is really unfilial!"

"Yes, yes, I don't know how sad my father is dead."

"Could it be that she poisoned her father by herself."

"Maybe."

In the next few days, it seemed that the whole village was saying that I was the most poisonous woman, killed my father, and raised a daughter not as good as a son, but I didn't care at all, it was something that had nothing to do with me, why should I be entangled?

After a few days of resting the body, it was finally time to be buried one night, and the girl named Joan would stay with me during my vigil for the rest of the night, though my grandmother couldn't see it.

But tonight, because my grandmother was too tired, I asked her to take An Xiaodou upstairs to sleep, and I, who was also quite scared, was calm because I was dying.

And those who sang and danced were all rested in the second half of the night, and I was alone at the moment, and I kept waiting for the girl named Joan to speak, but she never showed up tonight, and there was no feeling of coldness behind her.

Until about three o'clock in the middle of the night, the whole village of dogs and chickens crowed wildly, and I have never encountered such a thing, I don't know what happened.

After a while, I stopped, and when a dark wind blew behind me, I spoke.

"Why are you here so late today? It seems like I'm alone tonight, and the light of the candle is also wavering, but after tonight, I'm going to be buried. ”

I didn't hear a response for a long time, and I didn't look back, I put the paper in my hand in front of the fire and burned it, and continued to talk.

"Actually, I'm quite tired, I'm very tired physically and mentally these days, and the people in this village don't like me very much, and when this is over, I want to go to the city to look for a job, but I don't have any work experience, I'm afraid I won't find it..."

I kept talking like I was spitting grapes, but Joan didn't speak, and I turned to look.

Except for the paper figure behind him and the white cloth hanging on the hanging beam, I didn't see any shadow, it turned out that it was just a cold wind blowing, but in fact, Joan didn't come.

But think about it, although I don't know if she will be tired, I'm quite tired anyway, maybe Joan needs to rest too.

I had to quietly continue to burn the paper, just halfway through the burning, I thought that there were no paper people at all, I turned around, why are there two more paper people?

I've been here these days, is there a paper person I don't know?

I got up to check it out, but a chill hit me, my whole body was full of cold hairs standing up, and my nose was in a cold sweat.

I walked over to the paper man, and it moved very slightly, but I saw it, and I just pulled it to the ground with my hand to see if anyone was moving behind it.

But it's empty, there's nothing, and behind it is a wooden wall, am I dazzled?

I picked up the paper figure and went back, and at this time I heard the paper man's direction and say "knock... Knock...", a rhythmic sound, banging on the plank, muffled.

"Who? Who's playing pranks. ”

I ran over to knock down the paper figure again, and then I heard a "Oh my waist." "It's sharp and thin, almost like the tone of a singing opera.

The things in front of me tell me that someone must have installed a voice recorder in the paper man, just to retaliate against me, I immediately flipped around, and the paper man's stomach burst out, and there was a fishy smell in it, but it was obviously paper.

I retched a few times, thinking that it was really boring, so I just lifted the paper figure up, threw it outside the courtyard gate, and turned to close the gate.

But just as I was about to close the door, the force outside the door was surprisingly strong, and I thought there was someone, so I opened it, and I saw the paper figure standing in front of the door.

I did throw it on the ground, how could I stand? At this moment, there was still a sharp and thin voice.

"It's so rude, it hurts my little doll."