The sound of the car came from the back of the house, and the rustling sound in the corner of the room was louder. A pair of feet in sneakers stretched out from behind the enclosed cloth curtain, moving around, looking for a way to escape.
The man stood outside the door, watching the car lights on the opposite road go away, pulled the clothes on his shoulders, folded into the house, and heard a particularly obvious squeak.
The exposed feet were immediately retracted, but the shaking curtains did not have time to calm down before the man entered the house.
The man entered the room and looked at the curtain, and said, "Walk far. Don't worry, I will always find you." While talking, the man entered the house (bedroom) without opening the curtain from beginning to end.
The curtain slowly calmed down, and the people inside were very careful to breathe.
The man who entered the room did not lie down, but sat at the table in the room and took out a foam box from under the table. It seems to be the treasure of the house.
He removed the lid, and what was inside was a box of snow. The man gently pulled out the snow, and he saw that a human face was exposed inside. It was clean, the eyeballs placed directly in the eyelids and placed there. The ears on both sides made the whole room gloomy, but the man's expression was as ordinary as what he saw in front of him.
The person behind the curtain had a pair of eyes tightly wrapped with black tape a few times, his mouth was also sealed with black tape, his hands were tied to the pillar behind him, and a pair of feet was also tied with rope.
The white snow and moonlight outside, reflected in the window covered with transparent plastic film, filled the room with an aura of fright.
The man gently put the snow back on the face, and put the foam box back to its original place. He just folded onto the bed, and when he lay down, the pictures in his mind were one after another.
At the bus station at the Sancha intersection, a bus came back from Shicheng, and men, women, and children got off the bus. He stood next to a few wire posts not far away, staring at the bus door with his eyes until a familiar and unfamiliar figure broke into his eyes, his eyes moved and moved, then he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and turned around. Leave.
In the evening in the small restaurant, two men met each other cup by cup.
"I won't say a word when I come back. If I hadn't seen you on the street, I wouldn't know you were back." The man in the seat opposite blamed him, and the smile on his face couldn't hide.
He also smiled, and Pi smiled.
The man opposite looked at him twice, and stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder: "Boy, why did you go out and mess around for a few years and come back with the bad habits outside? Tell you how to follow the customs when you come back home. appearance."
He looked at the talkative man, the smile on his face finally became a bit real, the complexity of his face only appeared the moment he lowered his head, and when he raised his head, it was a smile of a good brother.
Raising the wine glass in his hand, the clinking of the glasses sounded, and the man on the other side was already blushing and jealous.
"Where to live, I will take you back!" he said.
The man's face was red like a cooked crab, and he kept belching his wine: "Hehehe, don't send it, I can go back."
He watched the man's crooked figure walking step by step on the street, put the money on the table, and slowly followed behind him.
"Open the door!" The drunk Xunxun man knocked on the door. The door opened from the inside, and one of his hands helped the man in.
(End of this chapter)