This strange fear felt like a veil, not so real.

I seemed scared, but I was a little unimpressed.

I felt like my mind was drifting away, but my mind was clear.

It took me a long time to ride back home from work.

I stood for a long time under that street lamp.

When I got home, I found that my brother and sister-in-law were there, and my sister-in-law's family was also sitting around the table. The little baby was placed in the bedroom, and the bedroom door was open, so that his sleeping face could be seen at a glance.

"Why did you come back?"

"Is there something going on in the unit? I heard that ...... brother wanted to say something.

I couldn't listen. The thought of the severed hand made me feel excited.

A dinner, I ate absent-mindedly.

I found that the family at the table was the same. Everyone seems to have something on their minds.

In the middle of the night, the child cried twice, changed the diaper, fed the milk, and the whole house was quiet.

The guests have long since left.

I touched the window and saw that there was no one on the opposite floor.

I waited for a while, couldn't stay any longer, changed my clothes, and tiptoed downstairs.

There was only one bicycle parked by a neighbor under the streetlight.

I don't know if I'm disappointed or happy. It should be more disappointing.

Suddenly, a figure spun out from behind the pole of the street lamp.

The foreigner saluted me, "Good night, Mr. Zhao." ”

I forgot to breathe for a moment.

"Looks like you've thought about it." The man spoke, smiling kindly at me, and with an outstretched hand, motioned for me to follow him.

I hesitated for a long time, and he kept that position.

I finally gritted my teeth and walked over to him.

My heart was pounding, and there was some untimely excitement. I want to say something, but I don't know where to start.

The feeling of everything being veiled has reappeared.

The man didn't look back at me, he walked on his own, and didn't speak.

His footsteps were a little loud in the night, but mine was muffled.

Just like this, I walked out of this alley, turned two more corners, and I saw the familiar courtyard.

I remember it as an empty house. I heard that many years ago, the owner of the house went abroad and moved away. It is an intellectual, a university scholar, some say that he is a businessman who makes a lot of money, and some say that his daughter married a foreigner and went abroad with him.

Under all kinds of rumors, this courtyard has become extraordinary.

There is no longer the big lock that used to hang on the courtyard door.

The man pushed open the door and made another gesture of please.

I walked in and saw a scenery that I had never seen before through the courtyard wall.

The tall ginkgo trees have a towering canopy, and the yard seems to be covered with a yellow carpet.

I was taken aback and looked back at the courtyard wall.

Such a tall ginkgo tree could not be covered by a small courtyard wall anyway.

The man closed the wooden door, and there was no deadbolt or lock.

He walked past me, stepping on the fluffy ginkgo leaves, creaking under his feet.

I stood for a moment before I followed.

The leaves were thick and as soft as a blanket. I stepped forward with a deep and shallow foot, and suddenly I felt a gust of wind blowing.

The wind was not strong, but the leaves rustled and fell one after another.

The leaves on the ground were swept away, and they were suddenly emptied, revealing the stone slabs.

I squinted my eyes, waited for the wind to stop, and looked around again, and the leaves were gone.

My forehead was cold, and when I looked up, I saw that there were snowflakes falling down.

Again, I was surprised.

"Mr. Zhao." The man shouted and stood in the doorway waiting for me.

I walked over with some trepidation.

Inside the door is a reception room with clear windows. The furniture is all wood, and the style is very classical, but it is Western-style furniture.

The man made tea, and it was also black tea. Small snacks were also prepared, using the kind of three-layer porcelain plate, which was also printed with a beautiful flower pattern.

"Please." The man pushed the plate.

I didn't move, and turned my head to look out the window.

Outside the window, it was already snowing, like the leaves that had been fluttering before, and now they were snowflakes.

The inside of the house was very warm, as if the heating was turned on, so that people could not feel the cold outside.

The man didn't urge me to eat, got up and took out a thick notebook from the cabinet next to me.

That book looks old.

Brown cover, the paper inside is slightly yellowed. The whole book is the size of a fourteen-inch notebook, and the width of one hand is as thick. There are also gilded words on the cover, flower characters, I didn't understand.

I instinctively wanted to remember what I saw, but the thought that just came to me made me a little stunned.

Notebook...... What notebook?

I was just wondering when the man came with a notebook and ink and a quill in the other.

He pushed open the snack plate and spread the notebook out in front of me.

There are tables drawn on the paper of the notebook.,The dates are easy to recognize.,The names are in the languages of various countries.。

From top to bottom, there are about twenty signatures on the left page. The rest is still blank.

Looking at the handwriting, the signature of the date and middle column is written by one person, and the rightmost column is the real signature.

"Mr. Zhao, this is not the first time I have done this business. I have a good reputation. If you have any doubts, you can also talk to my past clients. The man said.

This is another typical demonic tone.

Demon?

I was stunned again.

"Just sign your name and your nephew will be able to share your lifespan. It's a one-shot deal, and there is no going back. You don't have to worry about me hurting you and your nephew. But yourself, please think clearly. Would you like to share your life to your nephew? Someone who is not related to you ......"

"I think he's my own nephew! My mom and brother are the same as my own! I subconsciously retorted.

"I'm sorry, I was rude." The other party sincerely apologized, "So, do you agree to this transaction?" ”

Recent events pop up in my mind.

The sudden death of the cook, the pink face of the little baby, the sad face of the family......

"Have you ever looked for them, brother?" I asked.

"Of course. They hesitated, though. The man smiled, his hand on the table, "That's just a newborn, their first child." They were suspicious of me and didn't have that strong feelings for that child. They can have more children. Even, they don't necessarily grow old. It is likely that they will divorce before this and marry separately. ”

I immediately thought of my birth mother, the woman who remarried immediately after my father's death.

I felt humiliated and my heart ached.

But beyond this negative emotion, I am still a little at a loss.

I don't seem to have a strong emotion about the whole thing, and I shouldn't have to.

"I'm in contact with you now, and you're the most willing. If you refuse, I will have to give up this business. That lovely kid...... It's a shame......" The man spread his hands.

It was as if these words had ignited some emotion in my heart. I was reminded of the past, and memories came back to me. I still remember how my adoptive father agreed to adopt me. It's just because of comradeship-in-arms that I came to visit more after the death of my biological father. When he heard about his biological mother's remarriage, he saw that he was playing alone in the mud, dirty, uncared for, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger, so he picked himself up and took himself home.

I looked at the column of signatures in the notebook. I reached forward and flipped forward. That man didn't stop me.

I seem to see the people who give and see the deep love from the dense names.

I exhaled and grabbed my quill.

I'm not used to using a quill pen, but this pen is like a pencil, and the writing is very smooth.

I signed my name in the latest space.

The pen and ink fell on the paper, and for a moment I saw a flash of red flash from the handwriting and then disappear. The result is pitch-black handwriting.

The notebook and pen were taken back.

The man wrote the date and the baby's name in the first two columns in front of me.

"That's it, it's fine." He put down the pen, closed the notebook, and pressed his hand on the cover.

Suddenly, I felt my head go dizzy, and the next second I felt a sharp pain.

I blinked, and saw that the man had put away his things and opened the door, ready to see me off.

When I walked out of the room, I saw the courtyard covered in snow.

The sun falls on the compound, and the snow melts at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Green shoots sprouted from the dead branches, and in the blink of an eye, the canopy was lush and turned bright green. Clusters of colorful wildflowers also grow in the cracks of the stone slabs in the courtyard, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

I felt like my mood was suddenly brightened. On the other hand, my heart became extremely heavy.

The man sent me out the door, and the door opened, revealing two worlds inside and out.

It was still dark outside the courtyard, and when I turned back, I only saw the spring light in the garden.

The courtyard door closed slowly.

The second it closed, the spring light was gone.

I saw the charred earth, the red glow, and the human bones and dead bodies hanging from the dead trees......

Ask for a monthly pass~

Say goodnight~

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