After listening to the fat man's story, I was already scared into a cold sweat behind my back, and that feeling seemed to have an immersive taste. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info: The eerie tomb has always been imprinted in my mind. However, this is just a legend circulated among their older generation, and the details of what happened have long been unknown with the passage of time.

I don't know when it started, it was raining outside, probably because the story told by the fat man made me a little too engrossed, so I didn't notice it for a while, and the yin wind that often came in through the window also made me shiver a little, I don't know if it was because of fear or because of the cold, the wine had woken up more than half unconsciously.

I forced my heart to beat and walked to the bed, closed the window, and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed, it was already late at night. Then he laughed and said to the fat man: "You ******, Lao Tzu called you here to accompany me to entertain and relieve my boredom, not to let you come over to scare me, you are stupid to me?" After speaking, I handed the beer in my hand to the fat man and said, "No, Lao Tzu's wine is gone, you have to drink with me, come!" "Of course, I didn't just want to get drunk, the most important thing was that the fat man's story was really scary, and I could only choose to numb my nerves with alcohol, so that I wouldn't be thinking about the story just now.

The fat man took the beer in my hand a little helplessly, as if he was a little reluctant. But when I drank another bottle of beer, the fat man chose to get drunk with me after the slightest hesitation, that night, the whole two cases of beer were swept away by us, I don't know when, my consciousness became a little confused, and then there was a strong feeling of dizziness, and then my eyes were pitch black, yes, this time I was really drunk.

By the time I woke up the next day, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon. I rubbed my head with a faint ache and got up, and found that my original messy room had been cleaned up without knowing when it had been cleaned up, I looked around, and then picked up the note on the edge of the table, which was written by the fat man, saying that he had woken up and helped me pack up my things, because school was about to start, so I had to go home and clean up these days, and I couldn't come to see me these days. I put down the note and looked at the tidy room and laughed out loud, this fat man was notoriously lazy when he was at school, and this time he was probably afraid that my grandfather would see the chaos in the room and question me, so he was kind enough to help me.

I just read the note that the fat man gave me, saying that school is about to start. But now the school doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, and my grandfather has already said hello to the school, and even if I want to go to school, I have to apply for it through my grandfather. I didn't expect that a student like me, who hates learning to the core, would one day think about how to go back to school, and it's really ironic to think about it!

I pushed open the door of the room and walked to the living room, where the living room was still covered with all kinds of yellow symbols, which Hu Shuiqing specially arranged in the room when he was leaving, and repeatedly told me not to take off one no matter what happened. Because these yellow talismans are placed according to a strange formation, a yellow talisman moves its position, and this formation loses its effect. Even if I'm at home, the female ghost will still be able to come to the door.

I shook my head with a wry smile as I glanced at the yellow talismans, and then sat down at the living room table eating the lunch my grandfather had left for me when he was leaving. Life is safe now, but it's really boring, and I've never enjoyed life out there as much as I do now. Even in school, it's very good. The food in my mouth looks delicious, but in my mouth it tastes like chewing wax.

My gaze wandered to and fro around the living room, and I fixed myself in a corner of the bookshelf where a photo album rested that would not have been visible if it had not been for my vantage point.

I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, then looked at the original location of the album. When I got there, I finally discovered the reason why I hadn't discovered it for more than ten years, and the sight I was in because of my height had a certain blind spot, so I couldn't find the album in that place anymore. The more I thought about it, the more strange it became, there must be some secret in this, I whispered an underestimate and then took out the album. This album looks very shabby, the leather around it is already a little old, and the gutters are scattered. It's also strange to say, this bookshelf is one of the few treasures of grandpa, basically wiped regularly every week, but only this album, on the surface, has accumulated a lot of dust, which is really a strange thing for me.

I found a clean rag to wipe off the dust, and then I opened the skin of the album, and there were no pictures on the first page, just a neat row of boys written in red pen, and I whispered out the small words on it, which read: Once a family.

"Once a family?" I looked at the small print on the first page and was surprised, since this photo album appeared on the bookshelf of my house, is it about me? But since I was a child, I have only one grandfather by my side, except for those relatives who don't have much contact. Could it be... About my parents?

Thinking of this, I couldn't suppress the excitement in my heart, and quickly opened the second article. And when I opened the second one, I realized that this is not just a photo album, it is more appropriate to say that it is a storybook, because next to each photo, there is a row of clean small print explaining the origin of the photo.

The first photo is a picture of a baby, which looks like it has just been born, smiling innocently, and the small print next to it also has an introduction: This is when my child was born, and I am very happy as a parent.

The second photo is a child who looks to be more than ten months old walking on the ground, looking at his movements and appearance, I can see that this child is the baby in the previous photo, and there is also a row of eye-catching small print next to it: This is the first time my child has stood and walked, and I want to record this beautiful day.

"Where do you think you've seen this baby?" Without any extra movements, I looked at the first baby and the second toddler in deep thought as if I remembered something, and then my eyes stayed on the wooden sword carving around the toddler's neck, and then I looked down at the pendant on my chest and made a startled sound.

"Isn't this baby me?"