Dinner was naturally tasteless, although Sun Youxia tried his best to show enthusiasm, and my father tried his best to get close to me, but after all, there was no contact for too long, and every conversation ended in nothing, and there was really no topic to continue, most of the time I could only bow my head relatively and eat silently.

After the meal, I was not in the mood to watch TV in the living room with the couple, so I used the excuse that I was very tired after a long bus ride of more than ten hours and wanted to rest early.

My father didn't say much, he just said that there was already hot water boiling in the solar energy, and we could go and take a hot shower to keep warm.

Because my hometown is in the central region of the mainland, the four seasons are distinct, the winter sky is not as cold as the north, the lowest is only minus five degrees, because every household has not installed heating, usually it is to turn on the air conditioner or electric heater, but I don't like to turn on the air conditioner in winter, I feel that the air is too dull and uncomfortable, so I agreed to take a hot bath to keep warm, and by the way I asked him for a hand warmer.

In the evening, when I had nothing to do, I chatted casually with Hua Yan, most of whom were asking me anecdotes about strange people in this world, and I picked up some entertainment gossip to make her joke, and she listened to it with relish, interjecting a few strange comments from time to time, which also amused me. Unconsciously chatting until about ten o'clock, she suddenly stopped the topic and looked at the closed door.

I was stunned by her reaction and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

She frowned slightly, but didn't answer my question, as if she wasn't sure.

"Huayan, you ......," I was about to ask, but she put her finger to her lips and said softly, "I'll go out and have a look, you stay here and don't move." ”

Seeing her mysterious and solemn face, my heart immediately hung in the air.

Hua Yan got out of bed, walked to the door lightly, stuck to the door and listened for a long time, as if she couldn't hear anything unusual, so she simply opened the door and ran out like a cat.

She quickly closed the door, and silence returned to the room.

I unconsciously crumbled my body, and secretly regretted why I didn't bring the pot of blood-colored cacti at home.

Although my life has calmed down recently, it doesn't mean that I have forgotten the strange things that happened before, it's just that I'm naturally good at whitewashing the peace, and I don't want to think more about what hasn't happened to affect my normal life, and I want to take a long vacation this time to relax my busy life a little, but I didn't expect to return to my hometown and not get rid of bad luck, those things that pestered me still refuse to let me go, what is their purpose?

I couldn't help but feel a little angry, thinking that instead of sitting here and waiting to die, it would be better to take the initiative and see what was chasing me and refusing to let go, than to wait so uncomfortably!

So, I rolled over and got out of bed, put on my coat on the hanger behind the door, reached for the door lock, and mustered up the courage to open the door.

It was pitch black outside the door, and there was not even the slightest light or shadow.

It was a little strange that the surroundings were quiet, after all, it was not yet eleven o'clock, and it was impossible for all the people in the courtyard to sleep.

I endured the panic in my heart and slowly walked to the living room, and took a look at the master bedroom, the door was closed, and there was no light under the door.

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, and hurriedly wanted to find the trace of Huayan.

But the strange thing is that there are only more than 120 square meters of room where I can only hear the sound of my breathing, Huayan seems to have disappeared out of thin air, or is she no longer in this house?

I gritted my teeth and reached for the light switch in the living room.

Unexpectedly, although I pressed the switch, the light did not come on, could it be that the power went out?

I was unwilling to press it two or three times, and there was still no light coming out, it seemed that there was really a power outage, but when I just came out of the room, the lights in the room were still on, how could there be a sudden power outage? When I looked back, I looked at the guest room, and it was pitch black, and the lights went out at some point, which was really numb.

Secretly suppressing my fear, I walked quickly to the window of the living room and looked into the courtyard.

The whole yard was pitch black, and there wasn't a single window letting in the light, which seemed to be really problematic.

But without Huayan by my side, what can I do alone? Even if there are really some demons and monsters sneaking up, how can I prevent it?

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath and secretly regretted that I didn't bring my phone, at least it could be illuminated, wasn't it?

People in a dark environment, the panic in my heart is always intensifying, I don't want to continue to stay in such an environment, so I thought that instead of staying in the unknown dark space and waiting, it is better to go out and see, maybe the yard is just a power outage, I am just scaring myself.

So, I turned and walked quickly towards the door, my fists clenched secretly, my palms covered with cold sweat.

You have to go through a small aisle, on the right hand side is a row of wooden shoe cabinets, and on the left hand side there is a room, although it is dark and I can't see clearly, but I deliberately looked at it when I came back in the afternoon, it was Yunzhi's room, that is, my brother with a different surname who has a different father and a different mother.

He should be in high school now, living on campus, and hasn't returned home yet, so the room is still empty.

But for some reason, as I passed by his open doorway, I had the illusion that there was a danger hidden inside.

Frightened, I tried to force myself not to look to the left, but as if I didn't feel anything, my right hand quickly grabbed the handle of the security door and pressed it hard.

The moment the door opened, a dark shadow flashed in front of me, and someone stood upright in front of me.

My home is on the first floor, and the night light is coming in from the space ten paces away, and I can clearly see the faces of the people in front of me.

At that time, there was no time to think about anything, everything was like fireworks coming, and no one was allowed to think about it.

I stared at the woman in front of me blankly, only in her early thirties, her skin was slightly pale, her long hair was tied back at will, her still beautiful face, a pair of eyes were full of tears, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, as if she wanted to touch my face, and seemed to be trying to restrain something, her face flashed with blue light, slightly hideous.

And during this time, I have recognized her face, and I can't help but call, "Mom." ”

She was shocked, and her right hand, which had stopped in mid-air, stiffened for a long time before she put it down, and a slight smile squeezed out of her slightly stiff face, and she whispered to me, "Xiaoya." ”

Vaguely, I was back in the eleven-year-old.

Although my mother has been bedridden for many years, occasionally when her spirit is a little better, she will get out of bed and cook a few special dishes for us.

Her cooking skills are excellent, even if it's just home-cooked food, it tastes better than many restaurants outside. And my mother is very accommodating to me and my father, most of the cooking is according to the taste of our two preferences, for example, I like heavy flavor, but my father likes light, she needs to prepare two kinds of each, heavy and light half, to meet the needs of both father and daughter.

Most of my memories of my mother are of her lying on the bed for infusions, when I sat on the edge of her bed as soon as I got out of school, and read literature texts or English to her vigorously, she always listened very carefully, smiled and nodded from time to time, and admitted that my Mandarin was very standard and my English pronunciation was accurate.

It was probably the happiest moment of my life, being able to eat my mother's own food and be able to be by her bedside!

For many years after that, I dreamed back at midnight, and the only warmth was the years with my mother, before I was too young, my memory was incomplete, and naturally I couldn't remember anything.

Therefore, seeing my mother standing in front of me alive at the moment, even though her face was constantly flashing blue, and occasionally her facial features were pulled, as if she was suffering some indescribable pain, I still burst into tears, stretched out my arms and hugged her cold body hard, and murmured, "Mom, is it you?" Are you really back? Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming? ”