Old Xie spat on the ground and returned to the room again.
This time, the dull and scary footsteps did not sound again, which actually made Lao Xietou feel a little more at ease.
"mischief?"
Old Xie blamed everything he saw just now as a prank. He decided to go door-to-door after dawn to find this boy who knocked on other people's doors in the middle of the night.
Lao Xie picked up the white porcelain jar in the bedroom and took a big sip of the water in it.
My eyes just happened to fall on the wall clock hanging on the wall, and the time on it still showed 11:58.
"Why does time pass so slowly?"
Lao Xie didn't think there was anything wrong, and then lay directly on the bed.
The window next to the bed had no curtains drawn, and the crescent moon appeared in the dark night sky at some point, as if there was an eye hanging on it.
Lao Xie turned over and ignored the awkward moon.
Just when he turned around, Lao Xie seemed to feel that the crescent moon hanging in the night sky blinked.
No sleepiness at all.
Lao Xie suddenly sat up from the bed. The old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall was still clicking, but the time still stayed at eleven fifty-eight.
"what happened?"
Lao Xie rubbed his eyes hard and looked at the night sky in disbelief.
The wind outside didn't know when it started to blow, swaying the branches outside and making a creaking sound.
"Dong dong dong——"
The door was knocked again, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on Lao Xie's forehead.
"It's not over anymore, isn't it?"
Lao Xietou used his greatest strength at the moment to shout these words.
"Aren't you asleep yet?"
This time, unlike the previous times, someone answered from outside, and it was a woman's voice.
Lao Xie was stunned for a moment. Someone actually spoke to him. This was something he didn't expect.
"This voice sounds familiar, as if I know it."
Lao Xietou did not open the door immediately, but put his ear against the door and listened carefully to what was going on outside.
"Why are you knocking on my door in the middle of the night?"
"I'm from downstairs. My child has a fever, so I came here to ask if you have any fever-reducing medicine at home."
Lao Xie frowned and thought, it seemed that there was indeed a woman downstairs with someone else.
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"Why didn't you go to the hospital?" Lao Xie was still worried.
"It was windy outside and the hospital was far away. I just had a low fever and didn't go to the hospital."
The woman's voice was gentle and somewhat anxious, as if she was really worried about her child.
Lao Xie opened the door a crack, and there was a woman standing there anxiously outside the door.
The woman was stunned for a moment when she saw the old man in a yellow tattered monk's robe. She seemed not to have expected that such a special profession actually lived upstairs in her house.
Lao Xie gathered his head and gathered his Taoist robe to prevent it from being blown out of the door by the wind.
"You come in first, and I'll get you some medicine."
There was a hint of vigilance in the woman's expression. She did not enter the house, but stood outside the door waiting for Lao Xie's death.
When Lao Xie saw that the woman had no intention of coming in, he also understood what the woman was thinking and did not force her. He turned around and entered the room to find antipyretic medicine for her.
Old Xie Tou searched the room for a long time before he found the remaining half box of antipyretics under the TV cabinet.
"Why are you here? I remember putting it on the bedside table."
Lao Xie didn't care why the antipyretic medicine didn't match his memory. He just wanted to give the antipyretic medicine to the woman at the door and ask her to leave quickly.
There was a woman standing outside in the pitch-black darkness. This scene would be scary to anyone outside with a SLR camera.
"This is a fever-reducing medicine. Give it to your child quickly to avoid catching a cold."
It was very windy outside, so Old Xie Tou kindly reminded the woman.
The woman took the antipyretic medicine from Old Xie and left without saying anything.
"Today's young people are so rude and don't even say thank you."
Lao Xie looked at the woman's back as she turned away and complained in front of the door.
Before the woman could go far, Lao Xie closed the door and returned to the bedroom.
"No one should bother me this time."
Lao Xie slowly closed his eyes, and the pendulum of the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall was still swinging.
"Why is it still eleven fifty-eight?"
Perhaps because he was too tired, Lao Xie didn't feel anything was wrong. He just wanted to have a good sleep now.
My vision became blurry, and darkness gradually swallowed everything.
"Dong dong dong——"
The nightmare-like sound sounded again.
Lao Xie
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He woke up from his sleep, his bloodshot eyes looking at the ceiling dully.
"Dong dong dong——"
The knocking on the door kept reminding Lao Xie that someone was outside.
Lao Xie turned his head sideways and hid his head under the quilt, as if this way he would not be disturbed by the noise outside.
"Dong dong dong——"
Every sound was like a knock on Lao Xie's heart, which could not go away for a long time.
"Who? Can you let me sleep?"
Lao Xie came to the door angrily. As long as the person outside couldn't give him a suitable reason, he would have a good chat about life with him.
The thumping sound continued and seemed to have no intention of stopping.
Lao Xie opened the door. He was originally ready to get angry, but he just opened his mouth and said nothing.
Standing outside was a boy who looked to be only five or six years old. The boy was only as tall as Lao Xie's head and knees. At this time, he was raising his head and blinking at Lao Xie with his big eyes.
Thank you.
Lao Xie had no choice but to suppress his anger and then asked the boy.
"Little guy, why are you knocking on my door?"
Lao Xietou's voice was as gentle as possible to make himself less intimidating, but he had forgotten that the old yellow robe he was wearing made people afraid to approach him.
"Grandpa, I'm here to see my mother."
The little boy's voice was a little childish, maybe because it was windy and cold outside, and the little boy's face was a little pale.
Hearing the little boy say he was looking for his mother, Old Xie thought of the woman who had just come over to borrow antipyretics from him.
"Is that woman the mother of this little boy?"
Old Xie didn't tell the little boy about the woman, he just wanted to reach out and touch the little boy's head.
What surprised Lao Xie was that just when his hand was about to touch the little boy's head, the little boy dodged strangely.
"Grandpa, have you seen my mother?"
This was the first time the little boy asked Old Xie.
Lao Xie opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, so he asked the little boy: "Why are you here looking for your mother?"
"Dad is sick, and there is no medicine at home. Mom said she would come out to borrow medicine." The little boy looked at Lao Xie's head seriously, and then asked again, "Grandpa, have you seen my mother?"
