My Iyashikei Game

Seeing that the little boy finally believed in himself, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and he only had time to look around.

The walls of room 4064 are painted with white paint, which is a very special kind of white. When illuminated by the light, not only will you not feel the warmth brought by the light, but it will feel very cold.

There is a lot of furniture in the house, and they are placed randomly. In addition, there are many mirrors in the house. Just in the living room, Han Fei saw four mirrors.

They hang near the living room door, behind the TV, behind the sofa, and next to the dining table.

"Did my dad ask you to come here?" The boy saw that Han Fei had been staring at his house, he was like the little master of the house, he mustered up his courage and took the initiative to talk to Han Fei.

When he said this, there was still a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"No, I'm here to find someone. Did someone who looks like me enter this room just now?" Han Fei squatted in front of the child. He has a good habit of not persecuting others and speaking. Lower your stance and try to make the other person feel more comfortable.

Hearing Han Fei's answer, the little boy was a little disappointed, he shook his head: "I have been staying in the living room, but I didn't see anyone else come in."

"No?" Han Fei looked at the other rooms in the house, and found that the doors of all the rooms in the house were tightly closed: "Can I go into the other rooms?"

"Mom is sleeping, you will wake her up." The boy stretched out his small arms and stood in front of Han Fei. He looked cute and had a high emotional intelligence.

"Your mother is also in the house?" Han Fei knew very well that this was a room with two 4's in the house number. The most terrifying ghost in the house should not have appeared yet. He guessed that it was probably the little boy's mother.

"Mom said that today is the night of returning to the soul. Dad will come back after midnight and let me sleep honestly. He will come to see me when I fall asleep." The little boy's tone was naive, he really believed in himself What my mother said.

"Then why didn't you do as your mother said? Instead of going to sleep, you sneaked into the living room?" Han Fei thought this child was very interesting. Since he obtained the talent of the king of children, he found that he also wanted to deal with children. . This is definitely not because children are easy to deceive, it's just that he thinks children are simple and cute, and that childlike innocence allows him to relax a little in the deep world.

"I..." The boy was at a loss for words: "I don't want to sleep. I can't talk when I fall asleep. I still have a lot of questions to ask my dad."

"Problem? What's the problem?"

"No matter how busy he used to be, he would wake me up every morning, but now he only comes back once a year, and I don't want him to be so busy." The boy wore wet pants and said the simplest wish in his heart.

"Only come back once a year? Is that what your mother told you too?"

"kindness."

"Then did she tell you what Huihun Night is?" During the chat, Han Fei pushed open the door of one of the bedrooms, which should be the bedroom where the boy's parents used to live.

The double bed was covered with brand new sheets, not a single fold.

It can be seen that someone cleans this room every day, but no one continues to sleep in this room.

crunch...

When Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door, something seemed to have crawled over in the closet beside the bed, like a mouse or a bug.

Han Fei knew that the wardrobe in the dead building had another mystery, so he opened the wardrobe without waiting for the little boy to come over.

The black cabinet door was opened, and on the upper level of the wardrobe, there was a black and white portrait of a young man where the little boy couldn't touch it.

Next to the posthumous photo is a bowl of white rice, with half a piece of yellow paper buried in the white rice, with a name written on it - Lai Sheng, and the various steps of evoking the soul.

"Lai Sheng?" The name on the yellow paper caught Han Fei's attention.

"This is Dad's photo. Mom put it in the cabinet. She said that she would be sad when she saw the photo, but after she put it away, she always secretly took it out to see it." The little boy didn't understand his mother very well. Too young: "The uncles and aunts who came to visit said that my father died. I asked them what it meant to die at that time. They said that to die is to go to a far away place to work, and only come back once a year. I don't understand, why would they do this kind of work?"

The little boy looked at the photo of his father in the closet. He was too short to reach it. He hoped that Han Fei could help him remove the photo.

After successfully obtaining his father's photo, the little boy stared at the black and white father, suddenly raised his head, opened his clear eyes, and asked Han Fei, "You said adults wouldn't lie to children, but I always feel that they are Lie to me, do you know what death is?"

"Death?" Han Fei didn't expect such a small child to suddenly ask such a question. He didn't answer casually, but thought for a long time: "I heard people say that death is like water disappearing into water."

"what does that mean?"

"It's like really coming home. Of course, I'm not talking about your home, but a home for all of us. We came from there, and we ended up going back there." Han Fei didn't know why he would be with a child. Said this, perhaps because he never regarded the inhabitants of the deep world as NPCs, but regarded them as people just like himself.

"Death is going home? Then why are so many people afraid of death? Why does my mother cry?" The boy seemed to have finally found someone who could talk to him, and he desperately wanted an answer.

"Because during the time away from home, we will choose a road, a road that can't be turned back, the end of this road is home, this is the only way home

But on the way home, we will see countless scenery and lights, we will warm others, and we will be warmed by others, we are like light spots, lighting up the night sky on the way home. "

"Light spot?" The boy frowned his lovely eyebrows, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly pointed to the white wax beside him to pay homage: "I understand, we are like candles, at first it was wax, then it glowed, and finally it changed again. It becomes wax, but the body no longer remains the same, from straight wax to wax that melts into droplets."

Han Fei was amazed at the child's metaphor and understanding ability. The child was very young, but very smart, just like when he was a child.

"It is not appropriate to use candles as a metaphor." It was the first time that Han Fei thought so seriously: "We were led out of the house by our parents. We are not candles, we are us."

"How could that person possibly shine?"

"People don't shine, but each of us has a torch inherited from our ancestors. This torch that can light up the night is called life. We put our own experiences and memories into it and use it as fuel, and life will be The flame will rise, and we will be able to hold it high and move forward in the dark night." Han Fei looked at the thoughtful boy, smiled and touched his head: "When you are about to go home, put the torch in your hand again. Pass it on to another person, so that the night is always illuminated by us."

The boy raised his head, but his eyes were still blank: "But my dad only gave me car toys, not a torch."

"Perhaps your father has given the torch to your mother for safekeeping. When you grow up, she will give you the torch to make your life bright and warm." Han Fei took back his hand, he I don't know if it was an illusion or what was going on, but he actually felt a little warmer on the little boy. What made him even more incredible was that a system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Attention number 0000 players! 4064 homeowner friendliness plus ten! Your personal charm has been fully affirmed by them!"

Turning his head to look, Han Fei found that the door to the bedroom that the little boy had kept him from entering was staggered by a half-palm-width gap, and two pale faces were staring at him silently.

His body stiffened instantly, Han Fei unconsciously took a step back, his hand touched the bookshelf, and a picture book with Lai Sheng's name on it fell to the ground.

The album was spread out, and the father and mother were drawn with crayons on it, but he was missing.