"Sorry, this is Mr. Fu Donglai's relic." When the courier wearing a strange hat said this to Fu Bao, he felt as if a bullet had penetrated his heart, and the world turned from color to black and white in an instant.
"Bang, bang." Hearing a knock on the door in a trance, Fu Bao woke up from his sleep with difficulty and opened the door. The dazzling sunlight and the figures of two children outside the door came into view, a little boy and a little girl. They are probably around eight or nine years old. The boy has curly black hair, and the girl is as cute as a flower.
"Big brother! Gift!" the little girl shouted in a voice as sweet as an oriole.
Fu Bao rubbed his temples. After a few minutes, he realized that the pair of little angels in front of him were the children of the new resident next door.
The Tuotian House where Fu Bao lives is very large, with three floors in total. However, it is located in a relatively remote location in the suburbs. For some reasons that cannot be explained to ordinary people, it was used by Fu Donglai at very low cost a few years ago. They bought it at a reasonable price, but due to the reasons of the house itself, even if land prices and house prices soared in recent years, the family heirlooms and his son could not sell it.
Other nearby residences are occupied by wealthy silver-collar workers.
Now the couple living next door are standing at the door, greeting Fu Bao with a smile.
Fu Bao walked out of the door and raised his stiff arms in response.
"Ah!" The children were startled by Fu Bao's appearance.
Just now Fu Bao was in the shadow of the gate, making it difficult to see his appearance. Now he is exposed to the sunset, and Fu Bao's gray face is reflected. To be honest, Fu Bao is not ugly. Some schoolmates even praised him for his good looks, but after receiving After the sad news of his father's death, Fu Bao stayed at home without eating or drinking all day, and his face was inevitably a little scary, which made the two children scream and hide behind their parents.
Is it difficult to see yourself like this?
Fu Bao patted his face. Although he was not confident about his appearance, it wouldn't scare children, right?
"Are you... okay?" the male owner of the house next door asked with concern, "You look tired?"
"Sorry, I've been busy lately, and school is about to start soon, so I'm burning the midnight oil." Fu Bao responded to him.
It was already three days ago when I received the news of Fu Donglai's death. Fu Bao could no longer recall the memory of these three days. Did he eat?
He can't remember, but he must have slept, because his memories were all groggy and dark, and his father's death caught him off guard.
Fu Donglai and Fu Bao have been living together for twelve years. Fu Bao is seventeen years old this year. His memory of his mother is only a warm shadow when he was five years old, while the memory of his father fills his entire life. Although some memories are not very important. Warmth⋯⋯
Fu Bao's dull expression made the couple next door feel a bit scary, so they asked the children to go home. But the little girl bit her thumb and hid behind her mother and stared at Fu Bao curiously. Fu Bao showed her a stiff smile. The girl was immediately frightened and shrank back.
well.
Fu Bao patted his face and calmed down. Although his father was dead, he could still live a good life.
At this time, the little girl poked her head out from behind her mother to look at him, and asked her father in a very childish voice, "Is the eldest brother a human being?"
The father was a little embarrassed. He looked at Fu Bao, smiled, and then nodded to his daughter.
After getting the affirmative answer, the little girl ran to Fu Bao like a fluttering butterfly. Although she was still a few steps away, she raised her white arms, presented the gift basket and said: "Brother, Eat a little of the red bean cake we made and it will get better."
"…Thank you." Fu Bao was about to take the gift basket.
But at this second, he suddenly froze, because the face of the little girl in front of him, which was originally as delicate as a flower, turned into another face in an instant, a black face full of holes. There are wriggling white maggots in each hole. Each of these maggots has a human face, and each face shows a weird smile to Fu Bao...
Fu Bao screamed and knocked over the basket the little girl was holding.
The girl's father immediately stepped forward and hugged his frightened daughter, fearing that Fu Bao would hurt his daughter.
Fu Bao took a few steps back and gasped for air. In his eyes, the little girl had returned to her original appearance, and there was no ugly face full of holes at all.
"Crazy!" The father angrily scolded Fu Bao, hugged the little girl who was already crying, and walked away with his wife, who was holding her son tightly.
Fu Bao feels a headache. What's wrong with him?
There is such an illusion...
When I got home, I looked at Fu Donglai's urn on the table and a suicide note. The suicide note was indeed Fu Donglai's handwriting, and the content was also Fu Donglai's style.
Fu Bao opened the suicide note again, and it simply said -
Son, your father was already dead when you read the letter...
Save money on accident compensation!
Indisputable death.
Fu Bao sighed, what an unreliable father, at least explain the cause of his death!
My father’s profession is very mysterious. He is always on business trips and flies around the world, but his salary is so meager that when the family does not have enough living expenses, he still needs to work to supplement the family income. However, this time my father died suddenly and the accident compensation was The money is very rich, but my father is dead, what's the point of having more money.
well.
Fu Bao sighed again.
There was a bowl next to the urn with three sticks of incense in it. After Fu Bao paid obeisance to the urn, he planned to stay up tonight and keep vigil for Fu Donglai.
It was already evening and it was dark outside.
Fu Bao flipped through the photo album, which contained many photos of father and son. His mother died when Fu Bao was five years old, leaving only his father and him to depend on each other. Although life was simple, it was also harmonious. Through the photos, Fu Bao recalled Recall the "warmth" moments in life——
One of them was in a swimming pool. The seven-year-old boy was struggling desperately in the pool, and his father stood aside with a smile. He still remembered that his father said at the time: "Haha, this is the fastest way to learn to swim. As long as you can't drown, your son will You will be a good swimmer!"
"As a result, I didn't learn how to swim, and I'm still afraid of water..." Fu Bao's fingers trembled.
Scroll back further and there is a snowman in the photo. Fu Donglai is pointing his finger next to the snowman to sign the "V" for victory. This is also a group photo. Fu Bao is the snowman, or nine-year-old Fu Bao is buried in the snowman. Fu Donglai calls this the "Polar Training Method", which is said to allow him to adapt to the cold climate as quickly as possible.
"After that day, I had a high fever and almost became an idiot..." Fu Bao frowned.
When he was eleven years old, Fu Bao was forced to complete "survival training" by Fu Donglai. The location was a cemetery and the time was late at night. Fu Bao personally played the role of a ghost. In the group photo left behind, Fu Bao wrinkled his face and cried loudly. The dead ghost cosplay costume is still the most idiotic "V" gesture.
When I was twelve, there was "wilderness survival training", when I was fourteen, it was "combat training with urban wild animals", when I was fifteen, it was "exploring other worlds and traveling training", etc... The photo album turned over page after page. , Fu Bao looked at the urn, and suddenly had the idea of "Dad died inexplicably, was he punished by God for abusing his son?"
After this idea came to Fu Bao's mind, the urn on the table seemed to move and made a banging sound. Fu Bao was startled. When he looked carefully, he found that the urn stayed in its original position. It didn't move.
Is it possible that I am really going to become a psychopath?
Fu Bao rubbed his temples and felt a headache. He had just seen a vision on the little girl next door, and now he felt that the urn was moving. Could it be that he really had a mental problem, right?
Maybe it's because I haven't eaten well recently, or it's due to cerebral anemia...
After Fu Bao analyzed it like this, he thought of looking for something to eat in the kitchen, but just as he turned around, there was another "bang" sound behind him.
Fu Bao stood stiffly, turned around slowly, and found that the urn that should have been on the table had now fallen to the ground.
What are you doing?
Could it be that my father has never closed his eyes and came back to take revenge?
But shouldn’t the target of revenge be his biological son? !
The weird urn made Fu Bao's hair stand on end. However, when he took a closer look at the overturned urn, he suddenly discovered that there was no ashes scattered inside.
How is this going?
Fu Bao hurriedly knelt down to check.
