sunk in yesterday

There are no footsteps around, but it is not difficult to guess that the thing outside the window has been spying on the environment in the house, other than that, there is no other movement, as if everything can return to normal as long as it stays under the bed until dawn.

Guan Yuzhou's arms were filled with Xia Zhuo's hot breath, which made his skin itchy. It wasn't until the other party shivered violently that he avoided it as if he had just woken up from a dream, and suppressed the unknown emotions in his eyes.

The height of the bottom of the bed is limited, and the quilt covers part of the field of vision, so the outside world cannot be seen clearly.

Time flies by, and in such a highly concentrated environment, people simply cannot have a clear estimate of it.After a long stalemate, a childish voice finally sounded by the window, the distress contained in the soft voice seemed to be doing a somewhat complicated elementary school arithmetic problem.

[Mom is dead, not mom. ]

[Who would that be?it's wired. ]

The voice is that of a child, but the tone seems to be specially imitating an adult.After a dignified sigh, the ragged sound of rubbing paper echoed in the room.

The little ghost outside the house seemed to reach out and grab the glued newspaper in his hand, humming a shallow and shapeless tune, accompanied by a clear sound of unlocking the lock, these mixed tones stopped at the same time .

Pat, clack...

The short five fingers were almost mixed with the palm, and they went around the bed a little bit.The little ghost seemed to be walking on the same side with its body sideways. Through the cover of the quilt, Guan Yuzhou could see clearly that it was tilting its body, but turned its head [-] degrees to look at the bed.

Coincidentally, this is the one they "met" in the car.

Since it has appeared many times, it seems that it is one of the key characters in this dream.

Xia Zhuo in his arms was very peaceful, and he didn't make a sound at this critical moment, but his slightly cold body was shaking so badly that his frowning brows showed no sign of letting go.

The handprints on the ground became more and more dense, and the sound of splashing water gradually became clearer. Then, there was a bang bang sound above the two of them.

It climbed from the ground onto the bed and was walking over their heads, repeating its route back and forth.

Strands of blood flowed from the crevices of the bed boards, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether it was stained from elsewhere or whether it was injured itself.

[Where...where...]

The little ghost pressed the bed board impatiently, and directly smashed a hole in the bed board with force.Pale little hands passed close to Guan Yuzhou's cheek, tearing off a piece of hair at the side of his temple.

What are you looking for?Guan Yuzhou frowned, are you looking for him and Xia Zhuo?

[I can't find it... I lost it... If I lose it, my sister will be upset...]

He suddenly remembered something, grabbed a few photos scattered around his hand, and found the largest family portrait among them.

Since this photo was taken in this house, the location should also match the room.Through the gap, he calmly arranged the direction of the photo, and the rattle held by the woman was instantly surrounded by a circle of red light, coating the corners of his eyes to the tips of his eyebrows.

Guan Yuzhou tore open the photo without questioning it.

The confetti fell from between the fingers, and at the same time, there was a clanging sound of falling to the ground not far away.The sound of walking backwards above the head stopped abruptly, and the snare drum kept spinning, crisp and rhythmic, accompanied by the unique giggles of children, causing bursts of humming in the ears.

The sound lasted no more than half a minute, and then it slurred and sang a nursery rhyme like a poem in the constant beat of "da da":

Waking up in the middle of the night to touch the hall.

Father smoked opium, and Mother wiped away her tears.

Look at my father saying that I am hungry, and see my mother saying that I am cold.

Dad said, take you out on the swing.

A Niang said, take you out to pick wild fruits.

I have a good father and a good mother.

My father took me on the swing, and my mother took me to pick wild fruits.

I walked out of the tunnel, swinging on the swing, and swinging up the telegraph pole.

Picking wild fruits, once picked into the ditch, never came back...

The whole song was sung stumblingly, because it was still at the age of babbling, it seemed a little difficult to recognize.When the last word "come" ended, the sound of the snare drum also stopped, and the light watch on Guan Yuzhou's wrist lit up, showing that two points were credited in real time.

[Get dream fragments*1. 】

He looked away and turned on the flashlight again.The paper window on the wall has not been torn, and the lock is still fastened from the inside, leaving only a few holes the size of a little finger.

Except for the blood stain left on the tip of his hair, all the blood on the ground disappeared without a trace, leaving only a rattle with a hole in it. Everything that happened was like a mirage.

Xia Zhuo, who had been silent for a long time, responded because of this beam of light. He opened his eyes that had been closed all the time. Unexpectedly, he climbed up from the ground too much, and the back of his head hit the wooden board above his head with a bang. Suddenly let out a slight muffled hum.

"Well."

Guan Yuzhou reached out to pick up the rattle from the ground, seeing Xia Zhuo's wrinkled face, he couldn't help but comfort him, "It's gone, don't panic."

Xia Zhuo looked straight at the lamp and looked at Guan Yuzhou who was close at hand. He didn't respond to his words, but just snatched the light source and rolled out. The thing spit out with a "wow" was shining brightly under the light of the flashlight.

In fact, Guan Yuzhou was really overwhelmed. Xia Zhuo didn't panic, and he didn't care about the pain in his head at all. He just endured it for too long, and the tingling sensation swept down his scalp and his whole body, making him really want to vomit.

In less than 24 hours, he vomited three times. No matter how strong his stomach was, he couldn't bear it. What's more, he was already sick, and he was about to collapse.

Guan Yuzhou came back to his senses, and quickly reached out to pick him up from the ground with the quilt and put him back on the bed.

Xia Yan hugged the flashlight tightly with the last bit of energy, as if he was hugging a family heirloom. After the depressed feeling just now disappeared, he opened his mouth again: "Fortunately, I didn't spit on the quilt, otherwise I would have to Pay them one."

Guan Yuzhou didn't expect that the first sentence he said would be this, and it took him a long time to figure out what to say: "Spit on the ground also needs to be cleaned."

Xia Zhuo's stomach burned uncomfortably, and the sour water rippling out again, he still struggled to sit up.He watched Guan Yuzhou throw the paper shell that was used as a cushion on the ground to the dirt, and said regretfully, "I finally ate something, but now I vomited it up again."

Hearing this, Guan Yuzhou put his hands in his pockets, and the stuffed plastic package made a crackling sound.

Xia Zhuo waved his hand weakly when he heard the movement: "Don't give it to me, the remaining biscuit crumbs are not enough for me to stuff my teeth, and I don't want to eat now, I feel uncomfortable."

Guan Yuzhou seemed to have performed a magic trick, and what he took out from his pocket was not the crumpled biscuit bag, but a flat-packed milk candy.He tore off the jagged edge casually, and handed over the round ball wrapped in it: "Eat something sweet and press it."

Xia Zhuo was not polite to him, he stretched out his hand and let the small ball fall on the palm of his hand, pinched it to the edge of his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

The tip of the tongue pushed the sugar ball to hit the left cheek, and Xia Zhuo's mouth was full of sweet taste.He got the benefit, swallowed his saliva and said: "This village is called 'Duhui Village', isn't what that brat said just now to indicate the meaning of the village name."

Guan Yuzhou was a little surprised: "Can you hear what he sang?"

He also thought that Xia Zhuo closed all external senses for self-defense during the stress process, but unexpectedly, he was able to pay attention to the outside world. Not only did he see the appearance of the little ghost clearly in the car before, but now he can hear clearly The content of the whole nursery rhyme.

"Is every dream a story in essence?" After seeing Guan Yuzhou's nod, Xia Zhuo showed a clear expression, "Isn't this song about adults taking their children out for a stroll, but leaving the children outside? Did you come back by yourself? Thinking about it this way, doesn’t it fit the word ‘alone return’?”

That should be true.A little smile appeared on the corner of Guan Yuzhou's mouth: "You are not afraid of the dark anymore? Why are you so energetic?"

Unexpectedly, his words came true, and as soon as the words fell, the flashlight in Xia Zhuo's hand made a struggling sound of "Zilla" like drowning, and after flashing three times, the whole room returned to darkness.Before Xia Zhuo had time to panic, Guan Yuzhou reacted faster than him at this moment. The warm hand had already stretched out in front of him and grabbed his wrist.

While grabbing the quilt, Xia Zhuo shrank to the corner of the wall with some resistance, and said in a low voice: "...Don't touch me, it's uncomfortable."

Guan Yuzhou's hand seemed to have been scalded, and he retracted suddenly.He didn't waste much time, turned on the light screen again, and replaced it with a brand new one for use.

The flashlights exchanged from the warehouse all have an expiry date. When he hurt the little ghost in the car before, he also consumed more than half of the power, otherwise the battery would not be exhausted so quickly.

Seeing the other party shivering in the dirty quilt, Guan Yuzhou's voice was inexplicably hoarse.

"When did it start?" he asked.

Xia Zhuo lowered her head and mumbled "Huh?"

Guan Yuzhou frowned: "Does it make you sick when someone touches you?"

Xia Zhuo muttered: "How do I know...it's okay, it's not serious, others can't touch me, it's not a big problem for me to touch others."

He didn't even know how many problems with his body, not only amnesia and fear of the dark, but also nausea when touched.

Guan Yuzhou was silent for a while.

Xia Zhuo was bored in the quilt, raised his hand to pick the dried mud on his sleeve, adjusted his state within a few seconds, and started to find fault again like a normal person: "Since you still have a flashlight, why don't you take two of them?" Come out and use it together?"

Before Guan Yuzhou could figure out how to comfort him, Xia Zhuo jumped out of it by himself.Seeing that the man still looked dignified, Xia Zhuo then asked: "Is the flashlight very precious, as rare as food?"

Guan Yuzhou didn't hesitate: "No baby."

"No baby, don't take it out yet, cheapskate." Xia Zhuo said confidently, "I'll give you half of the precious biscuits, but you treat me like this. You say that people who try to draw pictures of me are fake."

Guan Yuzhou was a little helpless: "A person can only hold one flashlight at a time, and the second one can only be exchanged for when it is out of power." After the explanation, he asked about Xia Zhuo's physical condition: "Are you still sick now?"

Xia Zhuo raised her chin, pointed at her throat and said, "I'm holding back, the candy is delicious, I don't want to spit it out and hurt the ground."

Guan Yuzhou laughed.

Co-authored compressed biscuits are not tasty, so you vomited?What a theory.

He stared at Xia Zhuo's tired but stubborn face, and rubbed his itchy fingertips against the bed, as if he had touched that face.

Xia Zhuo didn't notice Guan Yuzhou's gaze, crossed his legs and continued Xiaobai's remarks: "Then how should this dream leave?"

"You can leave after the plot line is finished." Guan Yuzhou also did his best to act as a novice guide: "There are many nodes in a story, and those who participate in the dream can trigger the corresponding node plot by constantly trying. Get all the plots together, and let the plot line come to an end before you can leave."

To put it bluntly, it's like everyone watching a movie in the same place, and after watching it, they can go back to their respective homes.It's just that instead of watching a movie, the audience needs to manually find out where the play button is hidden.

Xia Zhuo was thoughtful: "Then just now..."

Guan Yuzhou nodded slightly: "The one just now is one of the nodes of the plot line."

At this point in the conversation, a voice that was obviously depressed but slightly abrupt in the silence came from outside the window.

"Hey, here, here, in this room."

The light hit the paper window from the outside to the inside, and diffused into the room through the small hole poked by the kid earlier.Xia Zhuo glanced at Guan Yuzhou in surprise when he heard the sound, and seeing that he had no intention of turning off the flashlight in front of him, he stared at the window together.

Two figures outside the house stood in front of the window, one on the left and the other on the right. Judging from the outlines, they should be a man and a woman.Xia Zhuo remembered the threesome he met not long after entering the village, and suddenly had the urge to move the bed over and block the windows.

Especially when the woman in the middle looked at Guan Yuzhou's expression, something was wrong. Xia Zhuo had no doubt that if they came again, it would be for Guan Yuzhou.

In a short period of time, he was ready for a verbal dispute, and the female voice that greeted people before came again: "Hurry up, I smell it, there must be food hidden in this room!"