They look so alike, even the mole on their faces is in the same place.
The old lady waved to her second son again and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Second son, stop busying yourself and hurry up and call your eldest brother back. Tell him we have relatives visiting."
After saying that, she turned to me and said, "Child, please make yourself at home. Don't be shy, just make yourself at home."
"I'm going to make some of our homemade soybean paste. It's the essence of stewed goose in an iron pot. Without it, the dish just won't taste right!"
I was just about to tell her not to be so polite.
Who knew that the old lady was incredibly agile, disappearing as soon as she turned the corner.
I sighed helplessly and started wandering around the yard by myself.
This courtyard is no different from the courtyards of ordinary families in Northeast China.
They were basically all hanging with dried chili peppers, dried corn, and the like.
What's most special is that, besides the dried chili peppers, there are also small red paper figures, each about the size of a palm.
These paper figures are cut so lifelike, each one vividly depicted.
They were placed in rows by the window.
They look like they're sunbathing.
I looked at them one by one.
The paper figures are both male and female, and their facial features are not drawn but cut out.
But regardless of gender, these paper figures all have the same face, even their expressions are identical.
It looks exquisite at first glance, but when I really look at it closely, I get a creepy feeling.
Because it's just so incredibly realistic.
Especially when dozens of lifelike paper figures stare at you with the same expression.
The feeling of discomfort throughout the body became even stronger.
As I looked at it, I noticed that the paper figure in front of me suddenly smiled at me.
That smile was like seeing a new friend.
I instinctively took two steps back.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that all the paper figures had the same expression, without any smiles.
Am I seeing things?
It was then that I noticed that, in addition to these paper figures, there was another paper figure whose face was covered by yellow paper.
The birth date and time were even written in red ink on the yellow paper.
What are you doing?
Could it be that these paper figures all have their own ID cards?
Thinking of this, I picked up the other paper figures and turned them over to look at them. I found that their birth dates and times were written in cinnabar on their backs.
They have it from the old to the young.
The oldest one is almost seventy years old.
I was just about to pick up the paper figure whose face was covered by yellow paper to see if it was different from the other paper figures.
No sooner had my hand touched it than a wrinkled face appeared on the glass window in front of me.
Those cloudy eyes stared straight at me through the window...
(PS: My darlings, let's get this update flowing! One message from each of you, and we'll reach 9981. Add it to your bookshelf if you haven't already. You can also leave a message if you want a minor character. Friendly reminder: This doesn't matter if it's good or bad, so please don't leave a message if you mind.)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
