Twenty years ago, on Sunday, September 8th, morning. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yang Xijun's strange death caused all the villagers to discuss. They gathered at the door of Zhu Gennian's house and did not disperse for a long time.

Zhu Gennian and his wife are also hard-working and down-to-earth farmers, and they got up early. However, seeing the abnormal scene at the door, the two of them were a little confused, and instinctively felt a burst of nervousness, and no one dared to go out.

"Root year, this ...... What's going on? Tong Yuancui said in a panic.

"I don't know."

"Huh? You...... You see! There seems to be blood on the ground at the door! Tong Yuancui said loudly in panic.

"Blood?" Zhu Gennian was taken aback and looked carefully.

The two of them stood by the window, looking out through the glass.

The corpse was completely blocked by the gate, and they couldn't see it, but the bloodstains on the ground were very wide, and Zhu Gennian soon saw the bloodstains under Tong Yuancui's reminder.

"This ...... What's going on? Zhu Gennian had no clue at all.

"This is a big deal, you see, the village chief and Secretary Yang are here." Tong Yuancui said anxiously.

Although Secretary Yang is only the secretary of the village committee and is only 25 years old, he has studied junior college and medicine, and he still comes from the big city, and the villagers respect him very much.

"What is Secretary Yang messing with?" Zhu Gennian said in wonder.

Zhu Gennian and his wife didn't pay attention, Zhu Xiaofu woke up and stood silently behind the two.

"He's dead." Zhu Xiaofu said faintly.

"Ahh Oh, Xiaofu, when did you wake up? Tong Yuancui was startled and turned around to look, "Xiao...... Xiaofu, what did you just say? ”

Zhu Xiaofu didn't answer her, but turned around and went back to his room again.

Zhu Gennian and his wife looked at each other, dumbfounded.

At this time, the door was banged heavily, and Zhu Gennian and his wife only felt a heartbeat. Seeing that they could no longer hide in the house, they opened the door and walked out.

Tong Yuancui faintly sensed something. Zhu Xiaofu's performance just now was too abnormal, he was just an eight-year-old child, how could he say that kind of thing? What died? Who died? Don't...... She stared at the blood on the ground as she walked towards the door.

At this time, she realized that there was probably a bloody case at the gate of their house.

But how did the boy know? Could it be him...... No, no! No way!

Tong Yuancui's eyes widened, and her steps almost stumbled.

The village chief and Secretary Yang asked the couple a few words, but they didn't feel sorry for them, nodded and let them go back. However, the couple's hearts were overshadowed.

Zhu Gennian went to work in the fields, but Tong Yuancui stayed at home. She came to Zhu Xiaofu's door nervously and wanted to push the door in, but she felt a force pull her arm, making her unable to move.

The room was silent, not a sound at all.

Tong Yuancui listened carefully to the movement in the room, but she couldn't hear anything.

Could it be that the child is sleeping again? Could it be that you were ...... just now? Sleepwalking?

Tong Yuancui's head buzzed. She leaned into the crack in the door again, trying to look in.

What she saw was Zhu Xiaofu's back. He was sitting on a stool at the table, his arms moving slightly, as if he were drawing.

Looks like everything is working fine. Tong Yuancui breathed a sigh of relief and felt that her arms could move freely again. She didn't knock on the door, slowly pushed the door open, and walked towards Zhu Xiaofu.

Zhu Xiaofu didn't seem to notice her arrival, and was still concentrating on painting.

Tong Yuancui walked slowly towards Zhu Xiaofu, she wanted to see what her son was painting.

Gradually, she saw Zhu Xiaofu's side face, he was extremely focused, and everything around him seemed to be blocked out of his world.

Tong Yuancui completely relaxed, and her eyes moved to his painting.

He painted a little girl who looked like she was only six or seven years old. The girl was dressed in a very gorgeous pink dress with a slightly curly double ponytail, and she looked like a city child. She lay flat with her eyes closed and her face fair.

No, no, it's not fair, it's ...... Bloodless white ......

Tong Yuancui's eyes widened, and her heartbeat that had just been flat accelerated again.

This...... Why does it feel like this little girl, already ...... He's dead?

She looked at Zhu Xiaofu's face in surprise and inexplicably, but her heart jumped suddenly at this moment.

Zhu Xiaofu's eyes were completely gray, and the bruises on his face were bulging, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Xiaofu!" Tong Yuancui shouted, trying to grab Zhu Xiaofu's shoulders with both hands.

However, Zhu Xiaofu did not move, his eyes stared at his painting, and his hands were still moving.

Tong Yuancui was so frightened that she let go of her hand and took a step back.

Is this kid evil? Also, what is the matter with the girl in his painting?

"Xiaofu! Xiaofu! She cried while stroking Zhu Xiaofu's back.

Zhu Xiaofu is still unchanged.

Seeing her child become like this, Tong Yuancui's heart was like a knife. She was at a loss for a while, and Zhu Gennian was not at home, so she didn't know what to do at all.

She looked at Zhu Xiaofu's painting again.

The little girl didn't look like she was lying on the floor, she wasn't on the bed, it was ......

Tong Yuancui looked at it with confusion and carefully identified it.

Is that...... On the water? Could it be...... Floating corpses?

As soon as these two words popped out of Tong Yuancui's mind, she was startled by herself. She held her breath and looked at Zhu Xiaofu again in disbelief.

His face was still so terrifying, Tong Yuancui didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, Zhu Xiaofu turned his head sharply and stared at her. His face suddenly became several times larger in Tong Yuancui's eyes, occupying almost all of her field of vision.

"Ahh

Tong Yuancui sat on the ground in fright, and stepped back in horror.

However, in an instant, everything was back to normal.

Am I reading it wrong?

Tong Yuancui thought blankly.

In the middle of the night, she stood up.

However, Zhu Xiaofu suddenly fell backwards.

"Oops! Xiaofu! Tong Yuancui rushed over and hugged her child, "Xiaofu! O Xiaofu! Wake up! ”

Tong Yuancui's tears rolled down like beads with broken threads. She cried for a while before she remembered to put Zhu Xiaofu on the bed. She wiped her tears, walked out of the door, and went to the field to find Zhu Gennian.

As soon as she walked out of the room, Zhu Xiaofu opened her eyes.

He sat up, sat back on his stool, and looked at the painting he had just made.

"She's not dead." Zhu Xiaofu muttered.

After Zhu Gennian hurried home, Zhu Xiaofu had already returned to his usual appearance, and his innocent and quiet appearance made Tong Yuancui unable to believe what she had just seen.

"Xiaofu, what do you mean by the painting you just painted?" Tong Yuancui asked with wide eyes.

"The painting I just painted?" Zhu Xiaofu asked in confusion.

"yes, what's the matter with the little girl you just drew?" (To be continued.) )