Chapter 1 Singing Opera

Style: Historical Author: BeiyinWords: 2012Update Time: 24/01/12 13:52:22
When Qin Yu woke up from his dream, it happened to be half past two in the morning.

She rolled up the quilt and turned over, picked up the glasses placed on the corner of the table and put them on.

It's been exactly half a month.

The newly moved residents in the empty building opposite would make a singing sound of "baiya ya ya" in the middle of the night every day.

She had not slept peacefully since this time.

The house their family lives in now was given by the hospital. Her mother is a doctor and her father is an ordinary worker. She also has a younger brother who is in high school.

Because her younger brother was going to be a senior in high school, she temporarily changed rooms with him.

Unexpectedly, a family moved into the house opposite that had never been lived in half a month ago.

The strange thing is that the neighbors have never seen the new man who moved in.

It seems that this mysterious resident only comes out at midnight to make his "sense of presence" known.

Qin Yu sighed, got up from the bed tiredly, and opened the curtains in the room. At a glance, you can see the entire duplex apartment building opposite.

In this pitch-black night, the melodious sounds of opera resounded in the silent and empty streets, which made people feel particularly spooky.

At this time, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be several people standing in the lobby on the second floor of the building opposite.

From her perspective, although she couldn't really see the specific situation clearly, the basic pattern was probably clear at a glance.

I saw those people standing at the four corners of the room, their heads bowed stiffly, making it difficult to see their faces.

And an old, hunched figure turned sideways to her gaze, standing in the middle of the room, seemingly holding a white candlestick in his hand.

Looking at this scene, the hair on Qin Yu's body stood up.

Then, she saw the four people in the corner taking turns moving, walking around the wall in circles, as if they were playing some game.

"Game?" Qin Yu couldn't help blurting out.

She recalled that some of the extracurricular books she had read in the past seemed to mention such a game - the Four Corners Game!

And the posture seen in front of you is obviously able to make people feel involved.

When he thought of this, Qin Yu's whole body stiffened and he stood there without daring to move. The hand that wanted to close the curtain was trembling at the moment.

Suddenly, the group of people playing games stopped.

As if sensing something, the old lady holding the candlestick slowly raised her head and looked towards the window sill where Qin Yu was.

"Xiao Yu." At this moment, mother Qin Peihan's voice came from outside the door.

Only then did Qin Yu regain consciousness, and he tiptoed over and opened the door with fear: "Mom, are you still not sleeping at this late hour?"

"I can't sleep." Qin Peihan walked into her room and closed the door behind his back. "I don't know what's going on in the building opposite. I can hear the sound of opera singers every night in the middle of the night. It's so breathtaking. It's a good thing you live here."

"My brother is about to be a senior in high school. We can't let these noises affect his review and rest, right? I don't care, but the quality of sleep is getting worse day by day." Qin Yu sighed and tried to understand what he just saw. Forget about the weird scenes.

Qin Peihan patted her hand distressedly, walked up and sat beside her bed: "Xiao Yu, you have turned into a big girl in a blink of an eye. Now you are about to graduate from college. In fact, there are some things, mom I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”

"Mom, if you have anything to do, just tell her." Qin Yu poured her a glass of water and sat on the bed.

"When you were young, you always asked me why your father didn't show up until you were three years old. In fact, over the years, you have guessed the reason, right?" Qin Peihan said mockingly.

Qin Yu nodded and said nothing.

"Xiao Yu, your current father is not your biological father," Qin Peihan said directly, "Your biological father has died a long time ago."

"Mom," Qin Yu interrupted her, "I heard your conversation as early as when I was very young. It's just that my father is very good to me now, so I don't want to mention your sadness."

Qin Peihan looked at her for a long time, then touched her head lovingly: "I should have thought that you knew it in your heart, you just didn't say it out loud."

"If you and dad hadn't raised me over the years, I wouldn't have the life I have now." Qin Yu said honestly.

"Xiao Yu," Qin Peihan called her, "do you want to know how your biological father left us?"

Qin Yu nodded decisively: "I think so."

"Then let me... tell you a story."

"good."

"Twenty years ago, I was doing medical work on an island in Jiangcheng. And your biological father Qin Zhize was the only tower keeper on the island. Because of a storm, he and I met in the lighthouse, and then we fell in love. . Your father was an upright man. Unfortunately, he died in a storm in the end. Later, I was pregnant and came to Guicheng after many twists and turns. "

"Tower keeper?"

Qin Yu's eyes widened in disbelief.

This profession is something she can occasionally see on TV and newspapers, but it doesn't often appear in life.

Unexpectedly, her biological father turned out to be...

"So Xiaoyu, you must be proud of your father. But at the same time, you must also cherish your current life. After you graduate and work, your mother also hopes that you can be an upright child." Qin Peihan patted her daughter thoughtfully. hand.

Qin Yu responded solemnly: "Don't worry, Mom, I will do it."

"Well, I'm going to rest first." Qin Peihan got up from the bed, and when he was about to open the door and walk out, he thought of something else, turned to Qin Yu and said, "By the way, the building opposite us It used to be a funeral parlor. When you go to bed at night, remember to close the curtains."

funeral parlor?

Qin Yu's expression changed and he was about to call Qin Peihan to stop him.

The next second, the building opposite suddenly became quiet.

The singing voice stopped.

And Qin Peihan also left her room.

"Little girl...are you...looking for me?"

Suddenly, an old grimace appeared at the window.

The dim light swayed down, and the two blood-white eyes on the ghost's face stared straight at Qin Yu in the room.

Qin Yu shouted "Ah" and woke up from his dream with sweat on his head.