When Vanilla returned home from her mother's graveyard, it was already dark, and there were a few dog chirps along the way. The leaves on the trees gradually turn yellow, and appear insignificant and blurry before nightfall. The wind deepened the chill slightly, and Vanilla tightened her collar, knowing that her father had already cooked dinner and was waiting for her.

Because I witnessed the tragic situation of my mother, I haven't eaten a good meal for several days, and I always feel nauseous and see everything like blood.

I ate a little hastily and went to bed early, and the vanilla lying on the bed couldn't fall asleep. She opened her eyes and looked out the dark window, at the dark space in the room. A fear arose in her heart, and she was afraid to enter the scene she had seen in her dreams.

My mother has been dead for so long, and Vanilla dreams of my mother every night, dreaming that she is standing in front of her covered in blood. He said something in his mouth, and his face looked very anxious.

Vanilla struggled to wake up from every dream, and her clothes were soaked with sweat.

Vanilla thought the dream was strange, like a continuation of the previous dream. The dream I had before was to see a man with his back to him, squatting in a bamao flower and eating something. As a result, my mother was killed, but now I dream that my mother appears in dreams repeatedly, as if she wants to tell herself something.

Vanilla rolled over on her side, trying to dispel the bloody images that came to her mind. But no matter how she rejects it, the picture can't be driven away, and it is like a deep imprint in the brain.

There is no moon or stars at night, and everything around is static. The strange scene appeared again in Vanilla's dream, she could feel her body, floated away from the wooden bed and slowly walked to the door.

The door opened silently, and Vanilla continued on her way.

All around was a large black expanse, villages, fields, mountains, forests, as black as ink. Vanilla didn't feel the wind blowing her hair, nor did she hear the barking of dogs in the village.

Vanilla felt like a fluttering shadow, floating uncontrollably to a place under a kind of bewitchment that the naked eye could not penetrate.

Vanilla is not going to a river beach with balmao, but a household.

Vanilla, a resident of this house, remembered that she seemed to have been here, and her mother should have brought her to the door.

The closer she got to the door of this householder, the more Vanilla felt an irrepressible sense of fear. She wanted to resist this temptation, she wanted to refuse to enter the room. But the body seemed to belong to her, completely out of her control, and quietly floated into the door of the family.

Vanilla didn't have time to care about the environment, and she looked at the strange picture in front of her.

At this moment, vanilla, like watching the horror period in the TV series*, the man's back is still facing away from her, and his back is still trembling. It should be gnawing on something, causing a slight tremor.

What's even weirder is that the back visually knows that vanilla is coming. He was slowly twisting his neck, trying to turn his head to face vanilla behind him.

Vanilla suddenly woke up from her dream, and cold sweat penetrated her whole body and felt cold.

Vanilla opened her eyes and looked blankly at the dark space. The eye is cast on the window that penetrates a ray of light, and the branches outside the window are projected on the papier-mâché window frame, and the shadows swaying in the wind are really like ghosts, as if they are about to pounce in. Seeing this scene, Vanilla couldn't help but tremble, and quickly tightened the futon to cover her head and face.

Just then, Vanilla heard a 'bang' at the door of her house.

At home, vanilla and dad, the door ringing should be dad's night relief! Vanilla didn't think much of it, and she didn't dare to poke her head out to see anything. He put his head under the futon until he fell asleep.

In the morning, a bird's cry woke up the vanilla in her sleep, and she stretched lazily and looked up at the window to see that the sky was already shining.

Vanilla lifted the futon and turned over to sit up, and when she got out of bed, she glanced at her feet and froze.

Vanilla shook her head and tried to remember if she had washed her feet and gone to bed last night, after a few seconds of reflection. She must have remembered that she had gone to bed last night after washing her feet. But how could this foot get mud? She thought suspiciously, and put her feet into the cloth shoes next to the bed. The picture that appeared in the dream came to my mind, did I really walk out barefoot?

Before Vanilla had finished packing up and walked out of the room door, she heard someone shouting at the door.

Vanilla buttoned up the door curtain of the floral cloth and walked out to see that it was 'fake Sven' talking to his father.

"Girl, wash your face and eat." Zhang Wangcai saw the vanilla and hurriedly shouted to her.

"Oh." Vanilla agreed to smile shyly at 'Fake Sven', and hurried into the kitchen to wash her face and eat.

Vanilla was still entangled in the strange things that happened to him while eating, a mouthful of rice, and a chopstick of home-made bean paste. Before it was delivered to his mouth, his eyes fell on the red watercress in the jacaranda earthen bowl on the dining table, and he felt nausea gushing in his stomach with a spasm in his stomach, and he didn't vomit anything after a while of retching.

'Fake Sven' finished speaking and left, and Dad heard the sound of vanilla vomiting and hurriedly walked in.

"What's wrong with the girl? Under the weather? ”

Vanilla shook her head and stared at the dining table in a daze. Thinking about the picture that appeared in the dream, the wooden chopsticks in his hand were slowly placed on the dining table.

"Girl, you ......" Zhang Wangcai looked at his daughter's too pale cheeks, and asked distressedly: "Girl, if you are not feeling well, you have to go and take a look, see that you are so thin." ”

Zhang Wangcai's throat hardened as he spoke, and he inexplicably remembered the benefits of his mother-in-law, if she hadn't died and had done something wrong.

"I'm fine." Vanilla put down the dishes and chopsticks and comforted her father. Then he asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Well, you still don't ask, just squat at home." Dad retracted his gaze in a panic and told Vanilla.

"Are they scolding my mother again?" Vanilla asked as she looked at her father seriously.

"No, the lady who gave your mother a good look had an accident last night."

Dad's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the vanilla was shocked.

Pretty good! Could it be the family who appeared in last night's dream? Vanilla remembers that her mother always likes to go to their house when she has nothing to do. In the village, she is also the best Maogen sister of Niang, (a non-blood sister who married in the same year) Unfortunately, after her mother's accident, she beat her up and said what her mother had said to her.

Vanilla and Dad were not scolded, but how did Ma Ma die?

Vanilla really listened to her father and didn't go out, she was stunned with her hands on her knees, half-lying on the bed. She stared at the wall in a daze, and the scene in her dream was like the pages of a book, tumbling layer upon layer. The words on the page were dense and blurry. She didn't know any of them, and she didn't know what was going on.

Thinking wildly about vanilla, he couldn't help but look at the feet that were covered in the futon. If you say you're having a nightmare, why do you get mud on your feet?

"Ahhh Vanilla was crowning at her hair impatiently, crying with tears streaming down her face.

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