After returning home, after three or four days, the scab on my leg was gone, and the wound inside had healed. I'm still thinking about Harugen, my only friend in the village.

My grandmother told me in the morning that my dad had called and said he was going to take me back to the city in a few days. Going to elementary school. I was very disappointed, since I was a child, my father and I only met during the New Year's holidays, and we were not close to each other. Coupled with the fact that his new wife was not to my liking, I was even more reluctant to go back to the city. Although the conditions in the city are good, I prefer to live in the countryside.

There was still the broken dictionary on the table, and I stared at it. I don't know if my eyes are a little dazzled, but there is no wind in the room, but the dictionary is turning page by page, making a rattling sound. In the page where the dictionary turned and stopped, there was a picture of my mother. I haven't seen my mother, and I envy those children who have their mothers to pick them up after school.

"Nianhui, can you teach me how to write?"

I was shocked, the room was empty, but I clearly heard Chungen'er's voice.

Chungen'er, like me, is also a child without a mother. Everyone in the village knew that his mother was bought back and ran away. He lived with the blind grandfather, but I was much better than him, my grandparents doted on me, but he was often locked in the black lacquered wooden wardrobe of the blind grandfather.

I ran out with the dictionary in my hand and ran to the door of Harugen's house. When the time came, the dates on the trees were gone, and only the bearded branches remained. There were still some rotten jujubes on the ground, flowing with purple-brown juice.

I picked up a stone from the ground and slammed it into the brass lock on the latch. The locks in our house used to be in the house, and that's what my grandfather did. I was determined to see Chungen'er, so I smashed it like crazy.

I smashed the lock and I pushed the door in.

This is the first time I've been in Chungen'er's house. The room was very dark, and the windows were pasted with opaque yellow paper, which was wet and smelly of musty, and there was a faint corrosive smell in the musty smell. There are no objects in the house, and in the hall is a desk, on which incense is offered, and there is a statue on the desk, like a door god, with a hideous face. There were also a few portraits of the dead, but the room was too dark for me to see.

I walked to the blind man's room, and the musty smell of rotten matter was particularly uncomfortable. The big wardrobe was still standing there, I put my head on the outside of the cabinet, and asked softly: Chungen'er, I'm Nianhui, are you inside?"

Gradually, I heard the sound of the bell, very faintly. I don't know why, the humidity in the blind man's room is very heavy, and a cold breath is cold on a sunny day. I put my hands on the brass handle of the cabinet, and with a hard pull, the cabinet was opened. The smell of rot rushed into my nostrils, and I was so uncomfortable that I turned around and ran outside and threw up.

My internal organs turned over the river and the sea, my liver and intestines were broken, and I even vomited bile.

"You're okay, thank you, Nianhui." Chun Gen'er brought me a bowl of water.

I rinsed my mouth and slowly came back to my senses. I looked at Chun Gen'er under the tree, and his face was not very good, it was a deep blue-gray, and his body was covered with incense ash, which was thicker than before.

"I'm going back to the city soon, and I'll live in the city in the future."

Harugen looked at me with a wink, no expression on her face.