The Land of Unforgettable Death 7

As autumn officially arrives, the rainfall increases day by day.

Every time the dripping sound was heard, Jilin would randomly refresh nearby like a statue.

Through the door, Qiongqing and Jianlin shouted anxiously, "Jilin! Jilin!"

Never received a response.

Compared to them, Yin's mother seemed heartless. Not only did she turn a blind eye, but she also took the initiative to stop Qiong Qing the third time she couldn't stand the torture and wanted to open the door to find her son: "I don't care what you do, but don't cause trouble for my daughter. What will happen to Sui Sui if you let him in?!"

Her intuition told her that the man came specifically to take her daughter away.

The conflict escalated, and the already dull atmosphere became even more tense.

The soft moonlight spread over the red brick wall, and the old wooden chair swayed slowly back and forth.

"I always feel that he is afraid of ■■, and will leave as soon as ■■ comes."

"■■ said the one standing outside the door is not our son."

"I've been a mother for decades, how could I not recognize my own son? He's Jianlin, I can feel it. Look how gentle Suisui is, he has always loved Suisui."

"So you say Sui Sui is lying? You don't believe your wife, and you don't even believe your granddaughter. You know that the neighbor who loves his youngest son so much usually puts the child in the pool without saying a word." This was the news they had learned from the noise outside.

Qiong Qing stopped talking.

Jianlin rolled his eyes, sighed loudly, and continued: "I should have let her go to her aunt's house to play that day." If she had hidden outside the village, maybe she wouldn't have to suffer this.

"Who knows?"

"The day after tomorrow is a good day, otherwise let's kill the fattest rooster and ask for blessings from our ancestors for good fortune." With a raised skinny hand, half of the cigarette butt fell on the gray ground. The last bit of scarlet flickered twice on the cement floor tiles, and a wisp of green smoke rose up, which was quickly blown away by the night wind.

"We still have some candles and paper money left over from last year. I'll go pick them up."

Not hearing any useful information, Yinsui turned around.

Behind her, Yin Mu stood quietly on the stairs, her blue-gray eyelids half-drooped, her bloodshot eyeballs like rusty anchors inserted into her body, tearing at her flesh and blood.

Even though he could clearly hear the chirping of the two elderly people in the courtyard, he was only concerned with guarding his daughter and ignored the situation. He looked even less human than Qin Yun, who crawled on all fours at night. He stood straight, expressionless and speechless.

But that was because she was too anxious about her own survival. As the only one who had no right to complain, she walked upstairs with her head down.

It was not until her daughter passed by her that the woman mechanically moved her feet and followed behind her like a shadow, neither too far nor too close.

It's another rainy day.

"Good morning, Aunt Qin. Are you going to the fields to pick vegetables so early?"

Aunt Qin, as cheerful as a spring breeze, chatted enthusiastically with the villagers: "Yun Meier said yesterday that she wanted to eat noodles. I forgot to pick some peas. Noodles wouldn't taste good without them. I happened to get up early to pick some vegetables, so I picked some while I was there."

"Hahaha, thank you for taking good care of your vegetable garden. I passed by before and saw that the green vegetables were growing so beautifully and juicy."

"They are delicious. I'll pick some and send them to you for you to try."

"Oh, thank you for your help."

"It's not a big deal. You never forget to bring gifts for our Yun sister when you go out for a trip. It's a give and take."

The woman thanked him repeatedly, "My family is in for a treat."

Inside the door, Jianlin sat under the eaves with an expressionless face, and Qiongqing quickened the pace of peeling potatoes.

They all heard it clearly. The person talking to Aunt Qin was the woman whose waist was wrapped in bandages that night. Aunt Qin must have been in trouble. Only a strange person would walk around in the rain as if nothing had happened.

Qiong Qing said indifferently: "In this world, ghosts live more decent lives than humans."

"It's better to be alive than to be dead." Having said that, the white-haired old man stood up and cleaned the yard, walking around in an obviously distracted manner.

It is really shocking that the deceased can walk back to normal life and live a leisurely life as usual; while the living have to hide in their shells to avoid disasters.

"It's getting more and more lively outside." In contrast, they became the outliers.

Oh my God, is this hell? I’m afraid the whole village has collapsed into hell. I haven’t done anything serious in my life.

In a moment of distraction, the knife cut her finger and drew blood. Qiong Qing lowered her head in a daze. On the small road outside, Uncle Qin and his grandson passed by on their bicycles, honking their horns.

Chen Jiuzhuang, as usual, carried a large radio and sang opera as he walked around as a morning exercise: "There is a plum blossom in front of the study door, and birds are singing in pairs on the tree. Magpies are chirping all over the branches, announcing the good news to your brother Liang~"

Unable to bear it any longer, she let go, went into the house, found a Band-Aid, but didn't put it on. She just sat down on the edge of the bed.

In a world where walking on thin ice is a matter of seconds, a single missed step can allow you to freely swim underwater. Moving cautiously along the ice surface is like a joke with no reward.

And my daughter-in-law has been staring at Sui Sui like she's guarding her own eyeballs lately, never leaving her side, almost to the point of being obsessed with it. It actually makes people a little envious. If I give up thinking, I won't feel that time is wasted and I won't have to endure meaningless pain.

Maybe if I push the door open now, I can reunite with my son.

Qiong Qing lay down stiffly, crossed her hands on her chest, and went to sleep. She wouldn't have any random thoughts when she was asleep.

Jianlin put down the broom, opened the door of the study room which he had not entered for a long time, and went in to smoke a cigarette.

They thought the other was guarding the yard, and a moment of negligence gave Yinsui the opportunity to open the door and slip away.

What if a monster sneaks in if you open the door? It’s better to close it, but leaving directly is not a good idea either.

After thinking for a moment, she raised her hand and slammed the door, then turned and ran towards the figure standing in the rain, letting them know that she was leaving without being stopped.

When I woke up, my mother was still sleeping soundly. Her sunken cheeks and dark circles revealed obvious health problems. I had not eaten or drunk anything in order to keep an eye on her, and she had become emaciated.

One morning, she knelt on the bed and held her mother's face, which was made of thin skin and had distinct bones: "Mom, please be nicer to yourself." She wanted to cry and scream, but in the end she kowtowed and begged for mercy like praying to God.

Let yourself go, let me go.

The woman didn't cry or scream, like a hollow statue cast from liquid silver, the inside was empty and the outer shell had been polished to a cold shine. She continued to watch as if she didn't see anything, forever watching.

The hollow statue could not respond to the tightening heart in her chest, but could only cast compassionate glances at her again and again.

It's so horrible. I would rather go next door and watch the corpses burn than bear such a sin.

Yinsui hadn't slept well for many days because of the persistent stares. When he ran, he felt light all over. The raindrops as big as beans seemed heavier than his body. If he stayed in the rain for a long time, it felt as if his bones would be broken into pieces in the next second.

Gradually approaching the man, she saw his eyes clearly in the daytime, and they were as warm as when she looked at them from afar on the roof.

If I could find my father back, at least I wouldn't have to perform pantomime every day.

Dad, even a living person walking in the rain will feel like they are dissolving.

"Dad, let's go home," she pleaded.

The man avoided answering: "Sui Sui, follow Daddy."

"Where are you going?"

"Your mother and I have agreed to get you out of the village safely first. When the situation gets better, we will go out and pick you up."

"...The bridge out of the village has disappeared." There was nothing on the water surface, and even the other side of the water could not be seen.

"Let's take another route. Believe me, Dad won't harm you." Seeing her indecision, Ji Lin played the emotional card.

"What should I do, Mom?"

"Dad said Mom has agreed to wait a few days before taking you home. She's sick and needs to stay to recuperate, so she can't be with you for the time being."

Liar.

With various thoughts in mind, Yinsui neither exposed him nor refused.

Drops of water fell from the eyelashes, the rain got heavier, the gloomy sky pressed down on the head, and everything around was separated by the curtain of water and became blurred.

The two men walked towards the river, but when they got there there was still no sign of the bridge.

"Dad, there's no bridge."

"The bridge is down there."

Realizing that he was referring to the bottom of the river, Yinsui felt uneasy and secretly called his mother using the phone watch hidden in his clothes. Although the call didn't go through, the call record was displayed on the other end, but he forgot that he could hear the ringtone on his end.

"So temporarily, got lost in between, Here we go again, here we go again..."

"Sui Sui, hang up the phone, hang up."

The music suddenly stopped.

"I promise, Dad didn't lie to you, except for discussing it with them. You know, your mom's mental state is very bad, it's all for you. As long as you don't leave, your grandparents and mom won't think of leaving. So I have to send you out first, and then persuade them. Don't be afraid, it will be over soon, okay?"

The word "end" is too attractive.

She nodded slowly.

As they began to walk down the steps of the river bank, getting closer and closer to the roaring river, the thought of retreat that had arisen again was dispelled by Ji Lin's casual words, "Be careful where you step."

He is indeed the father.

The river water was icy cold, and you could feel the chill even without touching it.

It’s over, she kept repeating it in her mind as she stepped onto the next step. The dead water from the mountain snow covered her feet.

"Sui Sui——" shouts came from the shore in the distance.

“…” Yinsui raised his head and recalled the woman’s long face, protruding bones, and eyes that were wide open all night.

A voice inside me called out, "Don't stop and let everything fall back into the same old despair."

"Stop!" The woman's shrill voice grew closer. "Jilin, Suisui is my daughter too. What gives you the right to take her away? What gives you the right? Mom and Dad didn't agree. Stop. I beg you, give her back to me."

Then she saw her mother standing on the shore, pacing anxiously. She was skinny and stood sharply on the ground, ready to collapse at any time.

"You want to force me and your parents to death, right? Jilin, give my daughter back to me." He was soaked all over, with his black hair stuck to his face, and he said hysterically.

Yinmu couldn't find the steps to go down to the river, nor could she find them, so she instinctively wandered around.

Please, I can give up everything else, but don't let me lose the only thing I can't lose...

If she stays, she will collapse. If she leaves now, she will collapse immediately.

Yin Sui gritted his teeth and shook off the hand that was being held, and the man accepted this choice without moving.

When she stepped onto the soft mud bank, she couldn't help but look back, the last time, and was hesitant to speak.

The man's feet were washed by ice water, and he stretched out his arms to prevent his daughter from accidentally falling.

"Let's go home." Yin's mother hugged her tightly in her arms and turned away without looking back.

Hurry up and leave, it will be too late if you don’t leave now. Why are you so stubborn? If it really doesn’t work, come back after the storm has passed. The door is really going to be closed, and at least one of our children must survive.

The wind blew from all directions, but his hair did not move at all because he was surrounded by invisible and intangible but real ghosts.

Ji Lin withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked forward, but countless pairs of cold hands dragged him to the other side.

Yes, there's no point in staying here any longer. Life is about hope; death leaves nothing behind. Go out and find a way.