Seeing that the little boy was finally willing to believe in him, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and then he had time to look around.
The walls of room 4064 are painted with white paint, which is a very special white. When it is illuminated by the light, not only can you not feel the warmth brought by the light, but you will feel very cold.
There was a lot of furniture in the house, arranged randomly. In addition, there were a lot of mirrors in the house. Han Fei saw four mirrors in the living room alone.
They are hung near the living room door, behind the TV, behind the sofa, and next to the dining table.
"Did my father ask you to come here?" When the boy saw Han Fei staring at his house, he seemed to be the little master of the house. He mustered up the courage to take the initiative to talk to Han Fei.
When he said this, there was still a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"No, I'm here to find someone. Did someone who looks like me enter the house just now?" Han Fei squatted in front of the child. He had a good habit of not forcing others to speak.
Sometimes you will lower your posture and try to make the other person feel more comfortable.
Hearing Han Fei's answer, the little boy was a little disappointed. He shook his head: "I have been staying in the living room, but I didn't see anyone else come in."
"No?" Han Fei looked at the other rooms in the house. He found that the doors of all the rooms in the house were tightly closed: "Can I go into other rooms and take a look?"
"Mom is sleeping, you will wake her up." The boy stretched out his small arms to block Han Fei. He looked very cute and had high emotional intelligence.
"Your mother is also in the house?" Han Fei knew very well that this was a room with two 4's in the house number. The scariest ghost in the house probably hadn't appeared yet. He guessed that it was probably the little boy's mother.
"Mom said today is the Night of Resurrection. Dad will come back after midnight and let me sleep peacefully. He will come to see me when I am asleep." The little boy's tone was very innocent. He really believed himself.
These are the words my mother said.
"Then why didn't you do what your mother said? Instead of going to bed, you sneaked into the living room?" Han Fei thought this child was very interesting. After receiving the talent of being the King of Children, he found that he also wanted to deal with children.
This is definitely not because children are easy to deceive, it is just that he thinks children are very innocent and cute, and that childlike innocence allows him to relax a little in the deep world.
"I..." the boy was speechless for a moment: "I don't want to sleep. I can't talk when I fall asleep. I still have many questions to ask my dad."
"Problem? What problem?"
"No matter how busy he used to be, he would wake me up every morning, but now he only comes back once a year, and I don't want him to be so busy." The boy, wearing wet trousers, said the simplest wish in his heart.
"You only come back once a year? Is this what your mother told you?"
"kindness."
"Then has she ever told you what Soul Resurrection Night is?" During the chat, Han Fei opened the door of one of the bedrooms. This should be the bedroom where the boy's parents once lived.
The double bed was covered with brand new sheets without any wrinkles.
It can be seen that someone cleans this room every day, but no one continues to sleep in this room.
Crunch…
When Han Fei opened the bedroom door, something seemed to be crawling in the closet next to the bed, like a mouse or some kind of insect.
Han Fei knew that the wardrobe in the dead building had another mystery, so he opened the wardrobe without waiting for the little boy to come over.
Opening the black cabinet door, there was a black and white portrait of a young man on the upper level of the wardrobe, out of reach of the little boy.
There is a bowl of white rice next to the photo. There is half a piece of yellow paper buried in the white rice. There is a name written on it - Laisheng, and the various steps of summoning souls are also written on it.
"Laisheng?" The name on the yellow paper caught Han Fei's attention.
"This is a photo of dad. Mom put it in the cabinet. She said she would be sad when she saw the photo, but after putting it away, she always took it out secretly to look at it." The little boy didn't understand his mother very well.
Too young: "The uncles and aunts who came to visit said that my father died. I asked them at that time what death meant. They said that death meant going to work in a place so far away that they could only come back once a year.
.I don’t understand why they want to do such work?”
The little boy looked at his father's photo in the closet. He was very short and couldn't reach it. He hoped that Han Fei could help him take down the photo.
After successfully getting his father's photo, the little boy stared at the black and white father, suddenly raised his head, opened his clear eyes, and asked Han Fei: "You said adults won't lie to children, but I always feel that they are.
Lie to me, do you know what death is?"
"Death?" Han Fei did not expect that such a young child would suddenly ask such a question. He did not answer casually, but thought seriously for a long time: "I heard people say that death is like water disappearing into the water."
"what does that mean?"
"It's like really going home. Of course, I'm not talking about your home, but the home of all of us. We came from there and finally returned there." Han Fei didn't know why he was with a child.
Saying this, maybe because he never regarded the residents of the deep world as NPCs, but regarded them as people like himself.
"Death means going home? Then why are there so many people afraid of death? Why is mom still crying?" The boy seemed to have finally found someone who could talk to him, and he was eager to get the answer.
"Because during this period of time away from home, we will choose a road, a road that cannot be turned back. The end of this road is home. This is the only way to go home. But on the way home, we will see countless
Scenery and light, we will warm others, and we will be warmed by others. We are like light points, lighting up the night sky on the way home."
"Light point?" The boy frowned his cute eyebrows and thought for a long time. He suddenly pointed to the white wax nearby used as a memorial: "I understand, we are like candles. We are wax at first, then shine, and finally we shine again.
It has turned into wax, but the body no longer remains the same as before, from the upright wax to the wax that melts into droplets."
Han Fei was surprised by the child's metaphor and understanding ability. The child was very young, but very smart, just like when he was a child.
"It's not appropriate to use candles as a metaphor." Han Fei also thought about it so seriously for the first time: "We were led out of the house by our parents. We are not candles, we are who we are."
"How can that person shine?"
"People cannot shine, but each of us has a torch inherited from our ancestors. This torch that can illuminate the dark night is called life. We put our own experiences and memories into it as fuel, and life becomes
The flame will rise, and we can hold it high and walk forward in the dark night." Han Fei looked at the pensive boy, smiled and touched his head: "When you are about to go home, put the torch in your hand
Pass it on to another person, so that the night will always be illuminated by us."
The boy raised his head, but his eyes were still blank: "But my father only gave me cars and toys, not torches."
"Perhaps your father has given the torch to your mother for safekeeping. When you grow older, she will give it to you to make your life shine with light and warmth." Han Fei withdrew his hand and said
He didn't know if it was an illusion or something else, but he actually felt a touch of warmth on the little boy's body. What made him even more incredible was that a system notification sounded in his mind.
"Attention player No. 0000! The friendliness of the 4064 host will be increased by ten! Your personal charm has been fully recognized by them!"
Turning his head to look, Han Fei found that the door of the bedroom that the little boy had not allowed him to enter had a gap half a hand wide, and two pale faces were staring at him silently.
His body stiffened for a moment, and Han Fei unconsciously took a step aside. His hand touched the bookshelf, and a picture album with Laisheng's name on it fell to the ground.
The picture album was spread out, and father and mother were drawn with colored pens on it, but he was missing.
This chapter has been completed!