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I don't know the specific details about how long my father and mother talked about it that day, how they made up their minds, and how they persuaded Nian Huairen to bring Sanyi to this complicated family. My mother kept silent about this matter, as if she had many taboos, and she didn't mention Zhang Tianyi much.
So let me just say the result: Sanyi’s arrival did not cause much of a stir in our family.
As I said before, I always thought my brother was at home, and I didn't realize that he was picked up by my mother. Now I think that on the one hand, it was because I was five years old and didn't remember anything, and on the other hand, it was because of my own bizarre experience that I had preconceived ideas and had long been accustomed to some strange logic.
After all, Pingping suddenly appeared in my life, which did not prevent us from being closely related by blood. I accepted the fact that I had a brother well, thinking that this was the normal way for children to be born.
I'm just surprised how my family took so long to give birth to my brother.
However, at this point, the stupid things in my childhood must be put aside. As the old things in the nightmare replayed, some scenes that I had never thought of emerged, and I recalled an incredible fragment.
That was Sanyi's first day. The child was about seven years old, not very tall, and his behavior was somewhat awkward. He carried a large snakeskin bag with him.
Next to the snakeskin bag was a small second-hand suitcase, which should contain a few spare clothes and daily necessities.
Pingping and I both went to the bedroom door, and through the entire living room and the security door, we peeked at Sanyi who was still standing at the entrance to the corridor.
He didn't look like he was going to go home. He was silent for a moment, a little strange and uncomfortable, and said, "I have somewhere to go."
Mother Zhang Can did not refute this obviously childish and silly remark, but just slapped him on the forehead.
"You are young, but you have a lot on your mind." She said helplessly, sighing and smiling, "I'm not going to torture you by taking you home."
He brought the suitcase in and asked me and Pingping to help push it into the bedroom. It was considered as some work, and it felt like he was welcoming his brother's practical participation.
While Pingping and I were struggling with the suitcase, my father Xu Feng also came up to pick up the large snakeskin bag that was a little out of shape.
Before he could touch the corner of the bag, Sanyi blocked it with his whole body: "Don't touch it." His action was so fast that even he seemed to be stunned.
Father Xu Feng paused, without any embarrassment, and asked him seriously in a low voice: "Is it inconvenient?"
"no."
Sanyi said immediately, his expression turning into annoyance.
"Inside... inside I can't really explain." He looked very uneasy, and something was wrong at this moment. It was not the uneasiness of a child entering a new family, but more like some kind of confusion and bewilderment. "My father gave it to me."
"I don't know, maybe a person."
He wasn't kidding. My parents looked at each other and realized something was wrong.
In the dream, I was also stunned, wondering how could such a thing happen back then, and my weird brother actually "brought someone to my house".
If it were me and my fellow bandits, even if there was a monster in the snakeskin bag, we would have gotten used to it and wouldn't have been surprised. But for Ms. Zhang Can and Old Xu at the time, the matter seemed a little beyond their expectations and was not something that ordinary people like them could handle.
I subconsciously sought for "spoilers" and for some reason became a little impatient, so I asked, "So who is the guy in there? Is he dry or wet? Is he whole?" I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
If I don't have an answer, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep for the next week.
The scene in front of my eyes froze. It must be that the subsequent events had indeed faded into the depths of my memory, and I could no longer imagine or deduce them.
In my ear, Sanyi laughed miserably, his voice was far away: "Didn't you guess it? The person in the bag is my father, Nian Huairen."
Shit, I said, standing still, the hairs on my body standing up. Shit, shit, shit, a qualified ex should be a dead person, and a qualified scumbag father should simply become a "corpse father", right? Why didn't I know this girl was so sensible.
Moreover, how come his death was earlier?
"I was the one who untied the snakeskin bag, which was very heavy. I only let my mother stay and watch the whole process. Therefore, she was the only one who saw the face of the body."
The dream was still chaotic. I vaguely realized that these were certain words that Sanyi had said to me before I entered the dream. They were popping up one by one, and each sentence was giving a horrifying description in my mind.
"Nian Huairen's body showed injuries from falling, strangulation marks and suffocation. His last moments must have been very painful."
"So, what that fake person Li Zhaoying said was wrong. When we broke into the house, he shouldn't have said that I killed Nian Huairen and hid the body. Because he was already dead a long time ago."
What Sanyi told me was a rather sensational fact. According to him, after recognizing that the body in the snakeskin bag was actually Nian Huairen, his mother fell into a state of aphasia, as if she did not understand what was happening at all.
"Dad has come into contact with some strange people. They firmly believe that dying under entanglement or lamplight will gain some kind of lofty attention." Sanyi clumsily analyzed for his mother, "Since he got into trouble, it might have been done by those weirdos." Therefore, justice is in the eyes of heaven and retribution is inevitable, so one should not be sad.
In response to his accusation (which should be referring to the group of hanged vagrants, but the young Sanyi could not understand the purpose and behavior of the vagrants), his mother Zhang Can just shook her head, her face was extremely pale.
As the snakeskin bag was untied, no odor was dissipated. Although Nian Huairen's body had obviously been dead for some time, it was unknown what kind of environment it had been kept in before. Surprisingly, it had not yet shown any signs of decay or weathering and shriveling, and its skin was still shiny and elastic.
He had many characteristics that a dead person shouldn't have, and to be honest, the more Sanyi observed him, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Afterwards, mother Zhang Can dealt with the snakeskin bag alone at night and never mentioned the incident again.
At first, Sanyi didn't understand why his mother suddenly remained silent. "Until later, one day I suddenly asked myself a question." He said, "Wasn't the bag given to me by Nian Huairen? I said so myself at the time. How could a dead person get into the snakeskin bag he gave me?"
It was this problem that kept Sanyi awake all night.
While thinking about it, because he cared too much about the truth and was afraid that the peace and tranquility in his new home would be disrupted, Sanyi did something that even surprised and frightened himself.
He went to find Nian Huairen.
To be precise, at that age, Sanyi had just slipped out of the house and wandered the streets in the middle of the night in a daze, feeling dizzy looking at the dim street lights.
Because he didn't know where his mother Zhang Can disposed of Nian Huairen's body, and it was obviously impossible for him to ask his mother and make her worry and afraid.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already passed by the Children's Palace, walked to his former home, and pressed the extremely familiar doorknob.
When Sanyi felt the cold touch of brass, he was suddenly stunned.
There was no dust on it. This was his first reaction.
Then came the second thought: How could I have been so foolish as to come out? My parents would be worried. Is it worth doing all this for Nian Huairen?
Sanyi came to his senses, looked at the dark sky, regretted his decision, and quickly turned around and ran home.
When I turned my head, I saw a little light out of the corner of my eye.
It seemed to be a light. Sanyi was still a little slow to react. The light from the street lamps around him was gathering and pressing towards him. The light behind him didn't seem to be surprising or abrupt. He walked quickly for a while before he suddenly realized what the light behind him meant.
The lights were on in the house and there was someone inside.
It was definitely not an imagination. The moment I reacted, the door behind me clicked. Someone was holding the door handle and trying to push it open from the inside.
The only people who could enter that house were Sanyi and the deceased Nian Huairen. Even those weirdos who had contact with Nian Huairen were never allowed to enter the house.
Thinking of this fatal point, Sanyi trembled all over and was nailed to the spot by the huge chill. He even felt dizzy. He slowly turned his head to look behind him and saw an unsolvable situation.
That year was Huairen.
However, it was not a corpse. It was a living Nian Huairen, who looked and acted as usual. When he opened the door and saw Sanyi, he showed an expression of confusion and dissatisfaction.
No matter who comes, they will just think that he was suffering from hysteria, because Nian Huairen is obviously alive and well.
Sanyi originally wanted to deceive himself in this way.
If there weren't some residual soil still visible on Nian Huairen's clothes.
Reality and cognition were in irreversible conflict in an instant. Sanyi, who was only seven years old, stared at his biological father blankly, completely engulfed by the unknown fear.
"...Dad." Sanyi said, unable to help trembling, as he looked at the figure that was too tall for a child, tall enough to be almost ferocious, walking towards him and looking down at him.
Nian Huairen had no memory of his death, and probably had no idea that he had come back to life. His gentle and refined demeanor completely disappeared when facing outsiders, and he came over and picked up Sanyi.
"Where have you been?" Nian Huairen asked gloomily. He seemed to have forgotten that he had personally handed over this blood child to his ex-wife.
Sanyi's heart slowly sank.
He suddenly thought that if he hadn't gone home, even his mother would never have thought that Nian Huairen, who should have been crushed to ashes long ago, was alive again and his ghost continued to wander around the old house. It was even more impossible for her to think that the child she had just brought home would disappear for no reason and be trapped here.
If she and Uncle Xu found this place without any precautions...
Sanyi's eyelids twitched and cold sweat began to form in his palms. Looking at the dirt on his father's clothes and the disappearing marks on his neck, he suddenly had an extremely terrible evil thought.
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