C5 (1/2)

Deadly Twelve Days Fu Yao 36610K 2022-07-21

In a daze, he heard the car door open with a ”pa” sound. A leisurely voice entered his ears, ”I'll get off here!”

Hearing my shock, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the surrounding greenery, the sound of the waves in the valley. Where else could it be other than Nanling Village?

Although it had only been a short year since I returned, the change in my hometown had far exceeded my expectations. Many of the small houses that were once made of brick and green had now completely disappeared, and they were replaced by tall and big buildings that gave me a feeling that I had been separated from them for a lifetime.

”Little brother, what about you? Where are you going?” The driver, who was lying in the back seat, straightened up and squinted around me.

”I'll stay here too.” I didn't have much confidence, so I wasn't too familiar with the road to the village after I changed my appearance, thus I casually replied.

”Thank you.” After the driver had left, I whispered my thanks to the other men who came along with me. Putting aside the issue of money, it wasn't easy driving here all this way.

The middle-aged man smiled and didn't say anything else. He just nodded his head before waving his hand at me. Then, he left without turning back, leaving behind only his back.

I didn't know if it was due to my near home or for what reason, but when I looked around the indistinct scenery, I suddenly felt a little nervous. Thinking of the scene I saw last night, my heart couldn't help but race as I ran in the direction of my home according to my memories.

I looked at my watch. It was now half past nine, and I ran to the front of my building. When I saw the shabby little two-story building, I almost cried.

The wind had eroded the green brick wall a bit, and the broken door that was as tall as a canine tooth was slightly ajar. As it swayed in the breeze, it opened and closed, as if it was trying to recruit me. There were all sorts of unknown vines climbing up the wall, and although it should have been a peaceful and elegant place to rest, in my eyes, it looked like it was at the bottom of the Thousand Feet Pond, filled with an unknown fear and unease.

I really hoped that my father would come out from behind this door. He smiled at me and said, ”Fan'er, you're back!”

Unfortunately, after standing there for half a day, everything went as before. The dilapidated academy wall was like a deep prison that tightly coiled around my heart.

”Father, I'm back!” I gently pushed open the courtyard door. At some point, a small tree had been planted in the area where my grandfather planted the locust tree.

However, there was no response at all.

The front door of the house was open, and a bench was leaning over the threshold, half leaning, as if it were a child that had been left in a hurry.

”Daddy!” I couldn't help but shout again, but the room was empty, devoid of voices.

My heart thumped as I gritted my teeth and rushed to every room.

However, after a long search of the front and back of the house, I still couldn't find my father. I was so anxious that I almost cried, so I tried calling my father again, only to find that my father's cell phone was at the head of his bed recharging. There were more than twenty missed calls, all from me.

”How could this be? Did father not come home tonight?” Even if he had something to do, he would probably have brought his cellphone with him. ”Numerous thoughts that couldn't be explained were churning in my head. I rummaged around crazily, thinking that even if I could find some clues, it would be fine.

Unfortunately, in the end, I had to sit on my father's bedside, my heart like stagnant water!

Could it be that what I saw last night was true? His father had already gone over to his grandfather's place?

No one can answer me.

In the end, I had no choice but to go out again. The space next door to mine had once been empty, but now there was a new house, three stories small, with white tiles and red tiles.

However, when I pushed open the door to his courtyard, I found a person about my age sitting in the yard playing with mud. He had a round face and small eyes, and his hair was all yellow and messy.

”Hehe, who are you? Are you here to play with me? ” When he saw me, he raised his head with a twisted smile and asked vaguely.

My heart thumped. It turned out that he was a fool. Thus, I ignored him and stood in the courtyard as I shouted, ”Excuse me, is there anyone here?”

”Are you looking for my parents? ”They're not at home,” the fool answered, opening his mouth wide.

At this moment, I was extremely anxious. Seeing that the fool seemed to still know something, I asked him, ”Where did your parents go?”