The book continues from the above, and says that the two fox demons told me a bizarre and strange story about my grandfather in the dark night, but in the end no one knows whether this is true or false, let alone find a famous witness, I believe it and don't believe it, but this heart has been branded with such a mark, and the rest of my life is indispensable to ponder.

With that, my father and my mother hurried into the house, and in a panic closed the door, but the two fox demons disappeared. My mother closed the umbrella and shook the rain on the ground, and then took my father's umbrella and put it at the foot of the wall.

"The children of the old Sun family are really miserable!" My father suddenly came out of his mouth with this sentence, as if he was talking to himself with emotion, as if he was deliberately saying it to me.

"Okay, don't mention it, it's not too early, it's time to sleep!" My mother hurriedly interrupted my father's words, urging us to rest early.

My attention was all on my father, who I had learned too many of his secrets that winter, and when the fox demon had described me both truthfully and falsely, I suddenly had a better understanding of my father than I had ever known. At this moment, I immediately felt that the man standing in front of me was so abrupt and so strange.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep! Something so big, where did you get such a big heart! "My father scolded my mother,

"Go, bring me the wine, stir-fry two more dishes, I have to drink some with my son!" My father didn't know what kind of interest he was interested in, and he suddenly came up with such an idea, and he remembered to pour me wine.

"This five-night classic, what kind of vegetables to stir-fry!" My mother naturally disagreed, so she went into the back room, laid down the quilt and lay down.

My grandson died, and the last moment was to finish playing with me, and the people in the field talked about it all night, my mother was a thin-skinned feudal woman, how could she stand such suspicion, and the displeasure was written on her face. When I saw this, my heart was full of guilt, but more of a weak heart, thinking that my grandson was really beaten to death by me, if the truth is revealed to the world, let my mother have such a strong character, I have to have three long and two short.

I ran into the back room with my mother, took off my clothes and got into the bed, into this world that I thought I would never return to in the old winter forest.

There is a big kang in the middle of the room, my mother sleeps on the kang, and my father sleeps on the kang. At this time, we both lay down, I didn't dare to speak, my father sat alone in the stove room, he looked at us through the crack in the door, staring straight at it, I don't know what I was thinking, suddenly became terrible.

The house was very quiet, and the rain was pouring outside, and the atmosphere was eerie and uneasy. After about five or six minutes, my father finally took his eyes off our mother, and the body that seemed to be dead was also active, and I was relieved, and I even became worried about whether my father wanted to take a bite on us and drink our blood. I saw him tiptoe to open the door of the bowl shelf, looking for food to satisfy his hunger, and really let him find half a plate of fried peanuts, which made him very happy, and a bunch of crow's feet immediately gathered in the corners of his eyes, looking so unhappy.

My father suddenly said to my mother,

"Give me some money, I'll go to Lao Sun's house tomorrow and buy some fruit for others."

I understand my father's intentions too well, how can he visit his grandson and parents like this, he must use this money to gamble, or let my third uncle buy some human blood to satisfy his hunger. My mother lay on her side on the kang and did not speak. When my father saw this, he went into the back room and groped his way through the pocket of my mother's clothes hanging on the wall.

My mother sat up, took out a few pieces of money from under the pillow, clutched them into a ball, threw them at my father, and shouted,

"Take it and gamble!" With that, she lay down on the kang again, turned around, and turned her back to the two of us.

My father didn't feel guilty about my mother's reaction, and he didn't feel sorry for my mother, but he smiled and lowered his head and picked up the money on the ground, a total of three or five, wrinkled. My dad counted happily in front of our mothers, and his mouth was still chattering,

"Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-eight, thirty-nine!" After that, my father grabbed these broken coins and slapped them on the palm of his hand a few times, he seemed to want to ask for the point, and he stopped talking, seeing that my mother had not spoken to him, he left by himself.

In this way, my father took half a plate of peanuts and rice, and insisted on taking down most of the bottles of sorghum wine, which was so happy. I don't know if my mother is asleep, she is lying quietly on the kang, I want to go up and comfort a few words, but I don't know how to speak, even I don't have any hope for this father, let alone comfort others. I couldn't sleep, my nerves were so tense that when I saw my father pursing his lips and eating wine, I would have the illusion that he was drinking human blood, as if the corners of his mouth were sticking red, and he kept wiping there. My father drank with great interest alone, and from time to time he poured a ladle of water from the water tank and drank it in large gulps, as if he was very hungry. When I listened to this cooing, I always felt in my heart that he was not drinking water, and I couldn't help but stand on end with my hairs, and I was very frightened.

"Spring, summer, autumn, winter, four chances, winter has let you run out, and three more, if you don't succeed, you'll be finished!" The words of this half-hung fox demon kept echoing in my mind, what did they mean, in their mouths, I seemed to be shouldering some mission, as if I had to complete some task, but what kind of mission was this? Winter is over, and I will have to experience death again, enter the bottle hole again, appear in a strange place and a strange season, and enter a secret world that I don't know.

I was puzzled, my eyelids gradually couldn't open, and I walked on the way to see Zhou Gong in a daze.

Suddenly, an arm was put on my chest, I was so frightened that I immediately opened my eyes, and looked at it, it turned out that my father didn't know when to go to the kang, thinking that the half bottle of sorghum wine barely satisfied my father's appetite, and the water in his stomach should be full of water, so I moved his arm vigorously. At this moment, my father was asleep, and the earth-shattering snoring sounded immediately, and it was like a big horn in my ears, and I no longer felt sleepy.

In this inky night, my eyes were wide open, looking at the ceiling, and I suddenly felt that it was a good thing to die, and I didn't have to worry about it anymore, and I didn't have to wade into this mess of muddy waters, and I couldn't die, it was the most painful thing in the world.