Ch.1 Night

"Snapped--"

The old old picture frame was turned 180 degrees loose again, and the little girl with a bitter smile opened her mouth upside down and looked straight as if the plane of the photo had been split, revealing a bit of weirdness.

"Hoo--" Chen Dan woke up and wiped his sweat, sighed heavily with his nose, and then helplessly got up and wrapped in a thick cotton jacket.

The icy cold wind was wrapped in the heavy winter snow, whizzing, and whistling, blowing the old wooden house where the strong man lived.

He got up and snorted, put on his cotton shoes with a humming noise that was not his age, and then straightened the photo frame.

Opening the wooden door, heavy snow and cold wind rushed towards him, and he walked to the firewood room next to him. After he left, the wall clock went a few times, and then a long buzzing sounded. it's time...

In the remote village, only his house was flickering with candles, and the air and the road outside were cold and secluded ...

He opened the Chaifang door, rubbed his cracked hand, and carried the sack in the center of the room. "Oh! It's heavy!"

He did not close the wooden door, and hurried out, along the way, the blood in the sack kept seeping. He couldn't remember how many times this was. From the death of the little girl, and after all kinds of weird and terrible things happened, the ringing bell seemed to be his lifeline. He could only keep acting, see !! Here comes the car.

"Woohoo--" The cart rang with the old flute, urging the men in the "blood".

The man opened the car door as usual and threw the sack in!

Then the door was closed again, and the car rang a few more times before going away.

The man was relieved and strode back.

Ran to a house and knocked on the door a few times.

"Squeak-" The door opened slightly, and a bald girl opened her eyes cautiously and looked out the door. After confirming that she was an acquaintance, she opened the door.

"Who? Is it Xiao Chen?" An old voice came from the room.

"Yes, Lord Luo, it's me!"

The little girl hurried to help the trembling old man who came over, "It's Uncle Chen."

"Oh, that's good, that's good." His muddy eyes opened as hard as possible, exuding joy from the dry wrinkled eyes. "Xiao, is that soup hot? Go and bring it to you, Uncle Chen."

"Well, I'll go now."

The little girl ran to the kitchen, and the two men sat down on the cold bench.

"Oh ..." the old man sighed, and shook his head helplessly. "When is it a wow?"

The man shook his head silently, "I don't know."

"That little girl from the city is gone ..." The old man opened his eyes, tears, and looked at Chen Dan.

"Yeah, I don't know if these hairs are enough." The man's words were mixed with sigh and sorrow.

"We owe her!"

"Everyone in the village knows, they know ..."

"Grandpa, soup is here."

The old man looked at the scar on his granddaughter's head, his nose was sore, and two lines of tears ran down.

"Grandpa don't cry ..." The little girl said with a pout, and then wow cried. Grandpa and grandson cried.

The man shook his head and sighed again. Then he turned his attention to the soup in his hand, the strong fishy smell, blood red ... "How many bowls are this?"

The little girl hesitantly replied, "No. 174 bowl."

The man sighed, "It's almost over."

Then he drank the soup in the bowl, set the bowl aside, said goodbye to the grandparents, and walked back to the wooden house.

When he was almost in front of the wooden house, the chime bell sounded a few more times, which was different from the previous sound, and the picture frame was turned over again.