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"Mom, can't you even tell the truth about your own son? I watched my father's body put it in the coffin, but I also saw my father's body burned clean along with the coffin, and even the coffin was sent by someone I found someone again, but now there is a person who looks exactly like my father in my father's coffin, don't you tell me the truth?"

I finally yelled at my mother.

I don't want to be like this, but I'm grown up, so why deceive me like a child?

It's not that I didn't notice my mother's face, and when I mentioned my father, it had turned pale, and I was just as sad and sad, and if I had a choice, I wouldn't have asked my mother, to force her to remember things she didn't want to remember.

"Yanzi, you, how do you know?" After I finished speaking, my mother's face was already full of frightened expressions, and she said to me with a trembling voice.

I guess I didn't expect such a result at all, right?

I smiled wryly, not knowing how I was going to explain these things to my mother.

At the beginning of my accident, my aunt rushed to my side, and I also knew that my life was borrowed.

I didn't dare to think about these things because I was afraid that my mother would worry about them, and I didn't let my aunt tell them that I knew a lot of things.

Now, looking at my mother's panicked expression, I suddenly regretted it, is it a bit cruel to force my mother like this?

But now no one can tell me what I should do, except for my mother, who can tell me something.

"Mom, I always have to know these things, don't I? You better tell me!" I said even though I didn't want to persecute my mother.

I only heard my mother sigh a long time, and then slowly stood up.

For a moment, I felt as if my mother was getting older.

It's no longer the beauty it used to be, the beauty who can take me out and be peeked at by a group of young men, and she already has gray hair on her head.

Yes, I've grown up, and my mother should be old.

Inside, full of sadness.

"There are things I can't tell you, but you can only find out for yourself, this is the room where your father lived for a long time, and maybe you will find something here!" said my mother, leading me to the door of the house where my father lived.

I almost forgot that my mother and father, at a very early age, no longer lived in the same room.

I didn't speak, just nodded to my mother before slowly walking into the room by myself.

In the room, there are no superfluous furnishings, although my father is no longer there, but there is still no dust on the table. This is the result of my mother's daily cleaning.

Even though the relationship between their husband and wife has always been bad, in the end, the only person who can stay here is the mother.

I lay on the bed, this is the bed that my father slept in, I don't know if my father can feel it, his son, at this time, is lying on his bed, thinking about him, imagining something.

At this time, I suddenly felt a sense of sleepiness, why did I want to sleep when it was still daytime?

Before I could finish thinking about this thought, I had already fallen asleep.

I think I'm dreaming, right?

When I opened my eyes, it was just such a thought.

In an ordinary house, there is a person walking around anxiously, although he looks like a young man, but strangely, he looks a little weak.

When I walked into a little affordable, I saw that this was my own home. The nervous young man in front of me was my father.

At that moment, from one of the rooms, a loud baby's cry was heard, followed by a shout, "Born born, a boy, a fat boy!"

Just as the baby's cry was remembered, the father outside the door laughed.

But the father, after laughing for a while, collapsed directly to the ground.

Soon, someone rushed in and helped my father to another room.

Looking at my father's painful appearance, my face was full of puzzlement, I had the impression that my father's body had always been fine, why did he look so weak now?

The father waved his hand at the person who brought him into the room, signaling for the other party to go out first, he could do it alone.

When my father was the only one left in the room, I saw that my father had torn open his shirt at once.

Although it was a little far away, I could clearly see that there was a cyan palm print on my father's chest.

What's going on?

In the dream, the child born is myself.

Looking at the small version of myself, I always feel weird.

As he grew up, the palm print on his father's chest gradually became larger, and in the middle of the night, it was the pain that his father endured.

Finally, I grew up and left home.

My father and mother had been living apart for a long time, and my father's body seemed to get worse and worse with my departure.

No one else knows about all this except my father.

In my dreams, I saw my father's sad appearance and regretted it ten thousand times, why didn't I notice that my father's body was about to reach its limit?

On the wall, there were petals dyed with my father's blood, and I saw a sadness in my eyes.

How much torture has my father endured over the years?

Maybe it's time, in the middle of the night, after my father vomited blood again, he stared blankly at the blood on the wall, sighed heavily, and said a word, but he still couldn't hide.

That sigh, through time, sounded clearly in my ears.

I don't know why, I always feel that there is something deep meaning in this sentence.

I thought that the dream would go on like this, revealing all the things I didn't know.

But one night, my father's body rolled straight out of bed. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his whole body shrank into a small corner of the ground.

At this time, my father's shirt had been torn open because of the pain, and the palm print, which was getting bigger and bigger, had actually occupied the entire position of my father's chest.

I suddenly had a premonition, as if my father's time had come.

It was at this time that I suddenly heard my mother calling out to me, and I opened my eyes.

"Yanzi, what's wrong with you, why are you falling asleep like this?" When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother's concerned gaze.

For a while, I couldn't come back to my senses, and after a while, I completely woke up from my dream.

"It's just a little sleepy, I just want to sleep!" I could only smirk and say to my mother.

"You kid, I don't know what's going on, you're so tired, okay, hurry up and pack up and come out to eat!" said my mother, looking at me.

After that, she turned around and left the room.

After my mother left, I re-looked at my father's room, and the walls, if they were like in a dream, were dotted with plum blossoms, all of which were paintings made of my father's blood.

It's been so hateful that I haven't even noticed it.

Once, I smiled and told my father that the plum blossoms he painted were so beautiful that he would always paint them in my room.

Now that I think about it, what kind of mood did my father report to be able to promise me with a smile?

After eating with my mother, I went back to my father's room, and this time, I looked at the wall very seriously.

Slowly touching such bloodstains, my heart is indescribably sad.

However, after watching it for a while, I thought it was strange.

It stands to reason that if my father vomited blood like in his dream, he wouldn't have covered the entire wall, right? After all, the top is so high, he can spray so far when he stands up, and his father is in pain, how can he still stand up and spray blood on the wall?

The more I looked at it, the more strange it became, and even the blood stains that I originally thought were plum blossoms had become vaguely blurred.

I forced myself to compose myself and looked at the wall again, but it was still bloody.

After thinking about it for a while, I got out of bed, and from a distance, I saw that in front of my eyes, the original bloodstained wall, without the slightest logical bloodstain, suddenly became a faint map.

What is it?

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but it was clearly true, I thought it was just a bloody plum formed by my father vomiting blood, but now it suddenly became a map, such a conflict, I really can't accept it.

But I also knew that if it was really a map, then it must be a map that my father had left behind and wanted to point out something.

Even though I still felt sad, I began to study the map in earnest.

But after looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't find the slightest idea, and I didn't even know if this map was a map or not.

There is no starting point, no precise coordinates, and if it weren't for the vague path and the direction of travel, I wouldn't have been able to determine that this is a map.

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