Chapter 49 third chapter

"She's in Hong Kong." Si Wang poured a cup of hot tea from the kitchen and opened the mooncake box. "But she never told me." "That's a surprise for you." "This is not—" She turned her head and looked out the window. All kinds of plants were still luxuriant, and the evening primrose was overflowing, but the words were kept in her mouth for a long time, "Surprise." "Don't worry, she still called me today and entrusted me to visit you on her behalf." After a moment of noncommittal silence, she picked up the cup and took a sip of tea: "Okay, thank you, Si Wang."

"Don't you eat mooncakes?" She opened her toothless mouth. "Sorry!" The boy slapped himself, he cut the moon cakes one by one, and brought the fillings in front of her.The old lady who was over 90 years old picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and chewed for a long time: "Thank you! The last time I ate mooncakes was in 1948 during the Mid-Autumn Festival." "Yin Yu hasn't eaten mooncakes with you for so many years?" "Moon cakes are meant to be eaten with the family, and we are all alone. You don't understand, kid."

"No, I understand." His expression is so serious. "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival—I almost forgot what mooncakes taste like. They should be very different from our past." Ms. Cao's eyes were a little tired, and she couldn't imagine her face more than 60 years ago, whether she was so beautiful that a man would wait for her Lifetime, "Is she really in Hong Kong?" "yes!" Yin Yu is still alive. Three months ago, when Si Wang came to the gate of Nanming High School, Yin Yu, who had just passed the college entrance examination, said goodbye to him. He had just finished singing "Farewell" by Li Shutong when he encountered a car accident on Nanming Road. The accident was caused by an earth truck. Yin Yu was hit and flew because of brake failure.

She was seriously injured and her head was bleeding profusely. After three days and three nights of rescue in the hospital, she finally escaped from the jaws of death. Yin Yu never woke up again, and the doctor said that he might become a vegetable. As the No. 1 student in liberal arts in the city's college entrance examination, she has received an admission letter from the University of Hong Kong.Her father is in international trade, and there is a Hong Kong hospital that is good at treating severe brain injuries. I hope that one day she wakes up and can directly enter the University of Hong Kong to study.

"But the phone never rang." Ms. Cao pointed to the phone, and Si Wang replied naturally: "You don't know, the University of Hong Kong is very strict. She studies very hard and is often locked up to study." This is lying. Sometimes, lying to the elderly is like lying to children. "Oh, as long as she's doing well." Finally, Ms. Cao smiled at him and picked up another piece of moon cake. It seemed that she had a good appetite today. "Don't worry, she won't forget you." "Hehe, I hope she forgets about me! Then she can be a normal girl, so why should she be attached to me, an old immortal who has been in the world of mortals?"

She touched Si Wang's palm with her rough but warm hand: "It's getting dark, your mother is waiting for you to come home." "Miss Cao, please take care! I will visit you often! Call me if you need anything!" Leaving the house surrounded by creepers, he returned to the road of peace in the night, got on his bicycle and pedaled slowly. In 2011, the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday came just one week after school started. One thing is to buy moon cakes without telling my mother. The Anxi Road was eerily quiet, and the full moon was passing through the white lotus-like clouds.The shadows of him and his bicycle were elongated by the faint street lamps, almost casting to the other end of the road. The old house where Yin Yu lived in his previous life—the mailbox is filled with today’s evening papers and garbage advertisements, indicating that there are still many residents living there.The transom at the foot of the wall is half exposed, almost touching the sidewalk.Si Wang lay on the ground, spit into the palm of his hand, and vigorously wiped the dusty transom.He took out a flashlight from his pocket, the light was not enough to penetrate the dust in the ground, it seemed to be full of various sundries.

Turn around and look across the road—the dark and sleeping old house, the abandoned haunted house in 1983, if the windows on the ground floor are lit, you can definitely see the scene inside, whether it is a person or a ghost. Under the moonlight, Si Wang stood up and took a deep breath. There were no cars or people on the street. A leaf fell in front of the No. 19 iron gate on Anxi Road.He touched the rust stains on the door panel, and put his ear close to the crack of the door. Except for the dust falling, he heard some kind of sound faintly, like wind passing through the roof, or like a snake crawling on the ground.

He bent his knuckles and knocked on the haunted house that had been sleeping for nearly thirty years, and there was a dull echo from the door... Unable to enter through the main entrance, Si Wang took a few steps back and found a small courtyard on the right, with a low wall and lush willow leaves protruding.Si Wang took a lot of effort to climb over the wall, and his feet landed on the narrow courtyard, which was covered with fallen leaves, garbage and wild cat feces.There are two windows on the side of the house, which seem to be closed tightly, but the glass is actually broken.He easily opened one of the doors, and the flashlight shone in. The room was full of dust and debris, and there was a rotten smell from the ground. Most people would be terrified when they thought about it—he boldly climbed in through the window.

The flashlight swept across the empty house, and most of the furniture had disappeared, either sealed up as evidence by the police or removed by thieves.There are only a few empty chairs left in the living room, covered with thick cobwebs.He held his breath to keep mildew or poisonous dust from getting into his nostrils.I didn't see a white line drawn on the ground to represent the dead, that's only in American movies.But there are some symbols and lines marked on the wall, and the body was found here. He stood in front of the living room window and wiped the glass with a cloth. He could see Nanming Road under the moonlight and the transom window in the basement of the opposite house.After turning around on the ground floor, he walked up the stairs carefully.The soles of the feet creaked and would fall apart at any moment.

The upper floor is divided into three rooms. The first is the bathroom. The dirty toilet is disgusting. The walls are covered with large pieces of white tiles, which have turned brown after years of baptism. There is also a brick bathtub. There were only rough-made rooms before That's how it is.In another large room, there was a large bed that looked like a corpse, with rusty metal pillars remaining like a skeleton, and a few mice were scurrying under the bed.He exited with his nose covered and opened the last door. There was a small bed, a nearly rotting wooden bed frame, and cockroaches swarmed across it.On the wall is a mirror set in an oval black frame of wood.Si Wang walked slowly to the mirror, and the flashlight cast a blurry shadow.

In the dusty mirror is sixteen-year-old Si Wang, who dares not wipe the mirror clean because there are ghosts here. Turning around, it was an old cabinet with some toys.I picked one up and wiped off the dirt, and it turned out to be a wooden doll, the kind that many little girls used to play with.The doll is naked, exposed to time and dust, with wide-eyed eyes—as if alive. Si Wang put the doll back, and was about to escape from the haunted house when the light from the flashlight swept across the corner, revealing a black hole.It was originally boarded up, well camouflaged in the interlayer of the walls, and the wood had long since been damp and worn out over the years. After hesitating for a moment, he reached in and took out a square jar, only to see that it was a tin biscuit box with a round lid.After wiping off the dust, the tin box is very beautiful, and the four sides are actually classical colored meticulous paintings, which depict four women in ancient costumes. Looking at the text carefully, it turns out that it is the "Twelve Beauties of Jinling", namely Xue Baochai, Miaoyu, Wang Xifeng, Li Wan. In the past, many people had this kind of tin box in their homes to store candy and various snacks. They would see it every Chinese New Year and usually hide it in a corner of the home. He inserted his fingernails into the gap of the lid and pried it open with all his strength, a musty smell came out of his nostrils, like the ashes of the dead owner.Boldly reached in and took out a few pieces of paper, but it was Guan Yunchang of the Three Kingdoms, and then it was Sanying Zhan Lu Bu. It turned out to be a cigarette brand-now the child must have never heard of it. It was originally a small gift in the cigarette box. A picture with landscapes or figures printed on the front and explanatory text on the reverse.In fact, it has little to do with cigarettes and can be bought at roadside stalls.Many boys will collect it in sets, such as the One Hundred and Eight Generals of the Water Margin, the Heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the Legend of the Yang Family.The usual way to play is to scrape, put two cards on the ground, use the palm to pat to suck or stir up the wind, it is best to blow it upside down... This house was obviously lived in by a girl, and the only witness at the time of the crime was also the daughter of the deceased, but the cigarette brand was a boy's game. He turned the entire tin biscuit box upside down, and there was a pair of bows inside. Although it was already dark, it could still be seen that it looked like it was used by a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. Finally, a tape. In 1983, it was probably when cassettes were just beginning to become popular. There were still tiny words on the cassette, and after wiping off the dust repeatedly, I could distinguish it with a flashlight—— 01. Going up to the west building alone 02. I hope people will last forever 03. How sad 04. The grass is ruthless 05. Qing Ye leisurely 06. Does anyone know that I am in love at this time "A Light and Quiet Love" Teresa Teng It turned out to be Teresa Teng's cassette, this version in simplified characters is obviously a pirated version, and the original version could not be bought at that time. This album of "A Light and Quiet Love" is all re-composed based on classical poems, among which "How Much Sorrow" is Li Houzhu's "Like a River of Spring Water Flowing Eastward".The album has a total of twelve songs, and there are six more songs at the end, including Li Houzhu's "Rouge tears, keep people drunk, when will it be heavy. Since life grows and hates water and Changdong", and Ouyang Xiu's "Last Yuan night, The lights of the flower market are like the daytime. The willow branches are on the moon, and people make appointments after dusk." Flip the cassette to the B side, the last six songs—— 07. Rouge Tears 08. Thousand Leaves Thousand Voices 09. A Date After Dusk 10. Looking at each other with tears in my eyes 11. I want to say it but I still rest 12. Sijun In the hole under the wall, there was nothing but mouse droppings. Standing blankly in this girl's bedroom thirty years ago, Si Wang's breath was filled with a rotten smell, but his cell phone rang harshly. He Qingying called: "Wang'er, why don't you go home?" "Oh, Mom... I'll be right back!" Put the tin box back into the corner, regardless of whether it has anything to do with the murder, the police must have never discovered the secret in the hole in the wall.Leaving this haunted house quickly, not daring to move the locked gate, or climbing over the wall from the side. Si Wang rode his bicycle home, the moonlight cast a long shadow behind him.