My consciousness was in a trance, and my field of vision kept swaying. Sometimes I was facing Tangtang's face, and sometimes I was floating in the air and saw Tangtang and another little boy with a blurry face.
The distance between them has never widened. You walk one square, I walk one square, there are losses and there are wins. The speed of going up the stairs is far slower than going up and down the stairs.
The rain outside was getting heavier, the sound of rain and thunder mixed together, and from time to time there would be purple lightning cutting through the dark clouds, lighting up the sky. Logically speaking, children of this age should be afraid, but they didn't realize it and concentrated on their own very childish competition.
There were only two children's voices in the whole building, while the sound of thunderstorms enveloped the outside.
This place seems to be a different-dimensional space. Apart from these two voices, there is no third voice. The corridors, doors and windows that the children passed by became backdrops, and not a single sound was heard from those houses.
I gradually found this environment very familiar.
Entering the building, there is a long staircase on the right. The row in front of the stairs is a walkway. The walkway is adjacent to two kitchen windows. There are two door openings at both ends of the walkway. Two households share a large iron door, and some do not have iron doors. . Each of the two houses also has a small entrance hall, which together with the public doorway forms a square with a quarter missing. This design is not considered reasonable, but large residential areas of that era all adopted this unified design.
I have never lived in a house like this, but I have been seeing houses like this for the past six months.
Six Villages of Workers and Peasants!
Is this the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants
Did I encounter a ghost again
Thinking about it again, I also met Master Xuan Qing today. If I saw a ghost, wouldn’t Master Xuan Qing say something to me
With Master Xuan Qing's style, it is really possible to pretend not to know and let me figure it out on my own.
I couldn't help but look at Tangtang and the vague child. It must be the child who turned into a ghost. He died at such a young age, and he still wanted to play when he died. Maybe he was playing before he died? My heart tightened. Words like domestic violence, human traffickers, etc. flashed through my mind. Compared to people like Zhang Jiaxin, children make me more sympathetic and make me want to help more.
While I was looking at the two children, I also wanted to take a look at the residents in this building. There's no one in sight, so look at the decorations on the door and entrance, maybe you can recognize something. Looking at it this way, I found that this house was too new. The walls, the screens of the kitchen windows and the fume ducts were all clean, unlike the ones I had seen that were dark and sticky. You had to be careful not to touch them when passing by, otherwise your clothes would be completely ruined.
"There's still one more floor! I'm going up first!" Tangtang jumped up to the last step from the fourth to fifth floors and made a cheering gesture.
The other boy was still in the middle of the stairs, clenching his little fist, "I will catch up. It's me who uses Azare!"
Tangtang smiled and said, "Then come!"
They played another round of rock, paper, scissors, and Tangtang still won.
"You went over, how about rock-paper-scissors?" the boy asked depressedly.
"You can see it from here." Tangtang pointed to the window on the other side of the stairs.
The walls where the stairs and windows are located are not tightly sealed, and you can barely see something through the gaps.
The boy agreed.
Tangtang ran across the aisle in a flash.
I wanted to follow him, but found that I was fixed around the boy and couldn't get to the fifth floor.
A little head soon popped up from the gap in the stairs. Tangtang was lying on the stairs, shouting below: "Have you seen me?"
The boy leaned against the window and stretched his neck desperately, "I saw it!"
"Then let's rock paper scissors."
I looked at the strenuous posture of the two people and felt funny and sad at the same time.
They played guessing games a few more times, and Tangtang reached the middle of the stairs. Because there were windows embedded in the wall, the gap became larger, and the two of them could see each other more clearly.
"rock-paper-scissors!"
Tangtang wins again.
The boy hadn't taken a step forward for a long time and was getting more and more anxious.
Tangtang grinned and retracted his head, "I'll take another step forward and I'll be there."
"No way, I will win next time." The boy pouted.
I started getting upset.
This scene made me panic so much that it seemed a bit familiar.
The boy raised his head and looked up, "Tangtang, are you okay?"
There was no movement above.
"His kid used to live there, I forgot which one among the four households. Ye Qing said back then that when they were playing in that building, his kid suddenly disappeared and disappeared on the fifth floor or Sixth floor."
What Yu Xinrong once said came to my mind.
…just disappear on the fifth or sixth floor…
I desperately tried to move up, but I still couldn't get out of half a meter of the boy.
"Tangtang!" the boy shouted, stretching his neck in confusion and waiting for a long time, "Tangtang, did you go back first? Tangtang? Tangtang, I want to come up and take a look. I'm on the third floor now. Seven squares." He called several times to remember his position clearly, then violated the rules of the game and went up the stairs.
When we got to the fifth floor, we walked through the corridor and there was no one on the stairs leading to the sixth floor.
"Tangtang?" The boy called his friend's name and went up to the sixth floor.
I carefully observed the stairs on the sixth floor. The stairs were just like ordinary stairs. There was nothing unusual about them.
The boy went up to the sixth floor, reached the end of the corridor, and patted the door of the first house.
These doors, walls, and windows were completely different from those I had seen before, but I seemed to see a sign hanging on the wall with the words "Qingye Supernatural Agency" written on it.
"Tangtang!" The boy knocked on the door and shouted, but no one answered.
He lowered his head aggrievedly, kicked his feet, and slowly wandered in the corridor. After walking a few steps, he knocked on the door.
"Tangtang, Azare gave it to you, and you will use Azare from now on."
"Tangtang, open the door, why don't you open the door?"
"Tangtang, aren't you going to play with me?"
"Tangtang,tangtang..."
"Ye Qing!"
A woman's cry brought me back to reality.
I stared at the boy with a blurry face with mixed emotions.
"Mom!" the boy shouted and ran downstairs.
"It's time to go home for dinner!" The woman over thirty stood on the stairs of the fourth floor and stretched out her hand to the boy.
The thunderstorm outside the building stopped unknown when, the dark clouds dispersed, but the sky was still gray.
"What's wrong? Are you and Tang Yu unhappy?" the woman asked gently.
"He suddenly stopped playing with me." The boy complained.
"You bring your car and play with him tomorrow." The woman smiled, not taking the awkwardness between the children seriously.
The mother and son walked out of the building, and the boy looked back.
I also looked over. The stairs leading to the sixth floor were empty. My body seemed to be pulled away from the mother and son. I kept getting closer to the building, passed through the wall, and saw the sign.
The door opened, and the filing cabinet and the figure standing next to the filing cabinet could be seen through the crack of the door.
It was a tall and upright young man. Before I could see his face clearly, I heard a cold scolding: "Get out!"
In an instant, I woke up.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar bedroom ceiling.
That was Ye Qing, Ye Qing after adulthood and death. He banished me from the dream.
I wiped the sweat off my face.
At that moment, I broke out in a cold sweat.
Touching it, I stretched out my hand in front of my eyes and saw the white hairs on my fingertips.
It’s Master Xuan Qing!
The thin man really got it right, and I became enlightened. Master Xuan Qing allowed me to see Ye Qing's past, but Ye Qing obviously doesn't like others spying on his past.
What does Master Xuan Qing want to do? Ye Qing again…
I thought of that little boy, who said "tang tang", "tang tang", and clenched his fists.
At that time, Ye Qing was not as ostracized as Yu Xinrong said, but after Tangtang disappeared, any fool could guess what kind of discrimination he would encounter.
The boy who was wandering in the aisle, waiting for his friend to open the door, disappeared together with his friend. When he found his companions again, those people...
I exhaled heavily, unable to sleep again that night.