My golden finger is not right

It's been a month since I woke up.

I sat alone under the eaves, looking at the old locust tree in the yard.

The luxuriant branches and leaves almost covered half of the courtyard.In the scorching summer without electric fans and air conditioners, it must be very comfortable to sit and rest under there.

I have to say that even though the helper, Ms. Huizi, opened the paper door for me before leaving, the cool breeze from afar seemed to be intercepted by the locust tree, and none of it fell on me.

Of course, I also want to sit in the shade of a tree to cool off immediately, instead of sitting in a stuffy room like a fool.

But the premise of all this is that I don't hear strange music.

It was thin and dense, like a woman's low sobbing, and every time I heard it, I just felt my body go cold.

As long as I look in the direction of the locust tree, I will hear this voice.

After cautiously testing Ms. Keiko, I realized that the voice was probably only heard by me.

It's like a ghost story in an old storybook, with a huge old house, a strange old tree, and a scholar who went to Beijing to catch the exam, the story can begin.

It's a pity that this is no longer the hometown I dream of, but a Japan with a completely different time trend.

When Miss Huizi came back, she brought back some meat and bones, and she knew without guessing that bone soup was inevitable for today's lunch and dinner.

She carried me, who had become very young, into the study, and picked out a fairy tale book for me from the shelf following her eyes.

"No, I want the one I read yesterday."

Keiko-san was taken aback by my sudden opening.After all, since I woke up a month ago, I have hardly spoken. Except for asking her if she heard any voices a few days ago, most of the time, I act in a way that does not meet the needs of a child of this age. The appearance, trapped in their own world.

I don't know if the original owner of this body has such a silent personality.But obviously, whether it was the terrified feeling that I was still alive and living in someone else's body in the first few days when I first woke up, or the way I finally accepted the fact and frantically looked through books these days, this Miss Keiko who has been taking care of my daily life I don't care.

Or rather, force yourself not to care.

Sure enough, she put away her surprise very quickly, smiled softly at me, took out the book that seemed to me to be incredibly heavy from the shelf, put it on the tatami, and let me read it casually while kneeling .

She then left a plate of biscuits and a glass of juice with me and left.

It's time to start preparing lunch.

I flipped through the book, which was about half my calf height, to the part I hadn't finished reading yesterday.

I barely found this book by accident, the outer cover is completely black, and the corners are still a little tattered. If it hadn’t suddenly fallen and hit me at my feet, I might never have discovered it. This book should have been filled with A collection of haiku poems, after the page number is half turned, the style begins to be curious.

The second half of Xunqi is written in traditional Chinese, and the content is almost incomprehensible.

There are monster encyclopedias such as Mumei Tengu Shuten Doji, and there are detailed descriptions of how to identify whether the opponent is a monster and the countermeasures.It's almost like two books with very different styles spliced ​​together.

At the beginning, I just read it purely as a story, but due to the strange voice I heard recently, I instinctively felt that this book had the answer I wanted.

In the next few days, under the nourishment of Miss Huizi's sickness, the condition of this body has improved a lot, and I can already walk for a while without support.

Although I am full of curiosity about the locust tree, my instinctive fear tells me that staying away from it will do me more good than harm, so even though my body has recovered, I try to limit my activities to the room and study.

In addition to studying the thick strange book, I also read some local newspapers that Ms. Keiko brought back. After secretly checking the newspapers of last month, I slowly deduced my current situation.

My current identity is Yan Ye Chong. It is said that I am a direct descendant of a certain big family, and it is also the only remaining line.Relying on its solid foundation accumulated from generation to generation, unlike other branches, which died out in the chaos of war and the changes of the times, it gradually developed its own way of survival and successfully gained a foothold in this era.

But there are gains and losses. Although the family has not disappeared in the torrent of the times, the number of people has somehow decreased from generation to generation. In this generation, only Yan Ye Chong and his grandfather Yan Ye Banye are left in the entire family. Personally, to make matters worse, his grandpa passed away just last month.

It was also because of the departure of his only relative, Yan Yechong, who was weakened by grief, closed his eyes forever on a cold night, and when he opened them again, the people inside changed one by one, becoming himself.

Yan Ye is considered a famous family with a history of a hundred years in this picturesque countryside and even in the whole county, so if anything happened to the whole family, the local newspapers would more or less mention it, let alone this Yan Ye. News of the death of the head of the Ye family——Yan Ye Banye.

However, reports in this area were almost impossible to find. In the end, I only found an obituary with less than fifty cents in a very corner position.

It's almost as if you can't ask others not to know.

This is a little strange.

I folded the newspaper on the [-]th and prepared to eat.When I lifted my foot, I found that there was still a copy left on the tatami that hadn't been read.

At first glance, the cover is printed with photos of the funeral, but it occupies a very small area.Judging from the photos, the funeral was very low-key, and few people attended.

"Master Yan Ye, lunch is ready!"

Miss Keiko's voice suddenly appeared at the door, and then the paper door was gently opened.

Almost instantly, I heard a very weird music coming from behind me, and that sound could only be heard when I was looking at the locust tree.

My brain froze, and suddenly I had a feeling of "ah, it's not good", which quickly evolved into extreme fear, forcing me to rush out of the room involuntarily, just hitting Miss Keiko's body. arms.

My repeated "leave here" made Miss Keiko a little confused, so when she comforted me, she seemed to think that I was afraid of staying alone for too long, and she kept promising that she would never leave me alone again.

Frightened, I was in a trance, and regarded this woman who would hug me to comfort my emotions as the mother I would never see again, and let the tears overflow.

While she comforted me, she carried me to the dining room. When she got up and closed the door, for a moment, I had calmed down and could hardly control my curiosity. I wanted to turn my head to see what was in the room, but in the end I still chose to close my eyes tightly, not daring to open them.

Because the room that should have been silent suddenly sounded again, the sound of music that only I could hear.

The author has something to say:

Huaishu: Hey, I'm going in (???_??)? ...Fuck╭(°A°｀)╮I just came in and you went out, so hung up... Hey, wait, you have to turn your head to look at me, right~(≧▽≦)/~...Fuck, lie Damn it, you don’t even open your eyes Q_Q