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Lin Jin was surprised: "How is it possible, she has been dead for many years."

Zhang Xi pursed her lips, a little regretting that she said such impulsively.It was true that she had met Lin Jin's mother, but she couldn't explain why she had met her.

That time was in Shanghai. When she saw her, she was standing at the entrance of an old theater, wearing a cheongsam that was incompatible with the modern fashion around her. It didn't look like she was going to watch a movie, let alone an actor. They gave strange looks when they passed by.

Zhang Xi originally just took a walk around the street by accident, thinking that maybe he might meet Lin Jin, but unexpectedly, he ran into Lin Jin's mother.

At that moment, she even thought that it was really Lin Jin, how could there be two people who looked so alike in this world.

"That may be a mistake. After all, there will always be people who look alike." Zhang Xi laughed.

Lin Jin looked at her suspiciously, but didn't say anything more.

……

It was already late for the two of them to eat, and the rain outside the house showed no signs of stopping. Lin Jin thought for a while, then took another quilt out of the cabinet, and said, "Zhang Xi, don't leave tonight, you Live in this house, I will go to the living room to sleep."

Zhang Xi quickly shook her head: "I can do it in the living room, really."

Lin Jin ignored her and pushed her directly into the back room, so Zhang Xi could only go in and sleep.

Lin Jin was lying on the sofa. The sponge cushion of the sofa was very thick, and he broke out in sweat after lying down for a long time. The sound of rain outside the window was disturbing, which made people restless.

Lin Jin sat up and lit a cigarette in the shadows of the night. Just as he was about to put it to his mouth, he suddenly heard Zhang Xi making some movement in the back room. He didn't know if he was turning over or what he was doing. snuffed out.

She took the key out of her trouser pocket and went up to the attic with a flashlight.

She hardly ever came to this place, even when there were people in the house.Before entering, you can feel the damp and cold atmosphere, as well as the smell of time and decay.Sticky and greasy lingers in my heart, and it becomes moldy after a long time.

But when she came up today, she didn't feel any discomfort. Zhang Xi's breathing was faintly heard downstairs. She knew clearly that there was another person in this room. I never felt this way when I was there.

The attic is covered with wooden floors, and no matter how lightly you step, there will be creaking noises.In order not to wake up Zhang Xi, Lin Jin tried to walk on tiptoe as much as possible.

The box was placed on a wooden bookshelf from the period of the Republic of China. This bookshelf was treasured by my father. It had been standing in his study all the time, but one day it was suddenly moved up to the attic. All the books and DVDs I love to watch.

She remembered that she took a book from her mother out of curiosity and forgot to put it back, but he found out that it was the only time he lost his temper with her. That cold look was deeply engraved in her memory, and she would see it from time to time. recall.

She hasn't touched those things since then.

Holding her breath, Lin Jin took the wooden box off the dusty shelf, and she gently brushed off the floating dust and the corpses of a few dead, shriveled bugs.

Under the concentrated and clear light of the flashlight, the fine dust floating in the air can also be revealed, and the wood carvings on the box present an ancient and heavy sense of time.

Lin Jin inserted the key into the keyhole, and her hands were covered with sweat. She always felt that she shouldn't just open it like this, even though her father had told her countless times to open it and take out the contents.

squeak--

With a slight sound, the wooden box was opened, and the inside was filled with dust. Lin Jin accidentally took a breath, and suddenly coughed continuously.

The box is not as mysterious as imagined. There are some unspeakable family heirlooms. There are only a few pieces of yellowed paper in it. I don’t know what is written on it. A few ink stains seeped on the paper and fainted. The words seem to have been written in a hurry.

Lin Jin took a closer look at it. This paper should have been a long time ago. There are some small diagonal lines visible to the naked eye on the section. The color is old and natural, and the ink on it is not new.That being the case, it must not be something like mother's suicide note.

She took out a small pair of tweezers and peeled off the yellowed and fragile paper bit by bit, being careful not to damage anything.

Lin Jin was so engrossed that she didn't notice that someone was watching her from behind the door.

Zhang Xi hid behind the door, trying to hide her shadow from Lin Jin's attention.Looking at Lin Jin's back slightly illuminated by the weak light of the flashlight in the dark, she thought she had seen Lin Jin's mother in a daze.

Twenty years ago, she was in the same place, doing the same thing, but at that time she was filled with intense sadness and regret, while Lin Jin now only had puzzlement and doubts.

Several stacks of paper were slowly opened, and there were a few neat lines of Xiaozhuan on it:

At the foot of Guihan Mountain, beside the Longxi River.

The rock tomb is dark, and the Jiangchuan is shallow.

Lin Jin read these two lines a hundred times, but still couldn't understand the deep meaning in them.She suddenly remembered that when Zhang Xi came in the evening, he asked her in a panic if she was going to Longxi. Could it be this Longxi?

Lin Jin caressed blankly the thin paper that contained countless secrets, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark red spot on the lower right corner of the paper.She picked up the flashlight and pointed it at the back of the paper, and she could vaguely see the small characters covered under the red. It was written with a carbon pen, and the strokes were messy, and the edge of the paper was scratched because of excessive force.

help me……

It was written on that paper.

Help me, who said this?Is it mom?But she has been dead for so many years.Is it dad?But after so many years, even if he has encountered any danger, he was not born at that time...

Or, these few words were not written for yourself?Is it something they have encountered before?

Lin Jin's mind was in a mess. She had an intuition that things were not that simple, and that Longxi who had been mentioned repeatedly was the root of all problems, but she didn't have any clues now. Dad insisted that she read this piece of paper. Could it be for the sake of To make her do what they didn't?

While Lin Jin was racking his brains to think about this, there was a sound of something falling to the ground behind him. Lin Jin turned his head suddenly, but there was no one there.

She quickly ran to the stairs leading to the attic, and found that Zhang Xi was holding a teapot in her hand, and there was a broken cup on the ground. The pieces were scattered in the corner of the table and cabinet, and Zhang Xi was struggling to put them away clean up.

Hearing Lin Jin's footsteps, Zhang Xi raised her head and smiled at her embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I wanted to drink some water just now, but I accidentally smashed the glass..."

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