Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Using torches to illuminate the night is simply a way of covering up one's own guilt. Bai Yichen is not stupid, so he would naturally not do that.

After asking 123 to recharge his phone, he covered the flashlight with his hand and carefully moved towards the place where the sound came from with the help of the weak and limited light. He took every step very carefully.

Walking around the mess of branches and gravel on the ground, he heard the footsteps of another person.

The man, holding a bowl and a plastic bag in one hand and a flashlight in the other, walked up to a strange object with ease.

One side of the brick structure was still not sealed, so it looked like an unfinished coffin. It was pitch black inside and nothing could be seen clearly.

The man walked over, holding a flashlight in his mouth, put the plastic bag on the ground, and passed the bowl through the gap between the two bricks. After an unknown amount of time, the man became impatient and said, "Eat quickly, stop wasting time. I don't have time to waste with you."

After the man finished speaking, Bai Yichen saw in the white light a dark brown, bony hand taking the bowl. It was creepy in the middle of the night.

The man then relaxed his brows, bent over and fiddled with something on the ground, muttering to himself.

"I'm not saying anything, but you should be content to have a son like me. Look around, besides me, which other son would bring food to his old mother in the middle of the night?"

"You are lucky."

The man held the tools and sighed, "Alas, my legs and feet have not been good these past two days, and it's hard to go up and down the mountain. A lot of things have happened in the village recently, and a group of ungrateful outsiders have come."

"Those people were really troublesome, as cunning as monkeys. No one knew where they were hiding for a while, and my leg injury became worse and worse."

Another brick was laid, and the man's movements were skillful, as if he had done it hundreds of times.

"As for you, you are old, and it is not a good idea to linger on. You are tired, and so am I. Besides, I saved this bite of food for you with my own strength, so you should remember my kindness."

After making sure the bricks were ready, the man finally stated his purpose, "We don't need a few more bricks anyway, let's make a deal."

"Can you just eat this and die?"

The man persuaded the mother inside to die in a tone that it was for your own good.

It seemed that some words touched a nerve. A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the clay pot grave. It was intermittent and it took all the strength to say each word, "No, no..."

It adds a bit of weirdness to the dense forest.

The man was obviously used to it. "Look at you. You can't even speak clearly now. Why are you still holding on? Is it just for a meal?"

"I'm telling the truth."

The man sighed and said, "You've lived too long. Even if you don't think about me, think about your grandson who was just born not long ago, right?"

"You live like this, but you suppress his fortune!"

Every sentence is an advice and every word is heart-piercing.

For the sake of his son, the man let his mother die.

“…No, no…”

It was still those two words, and the man lost his initial patience.

"Alright! I'm just letting you know that I won't be sending you food starting tomorrow. The village will be holding a ceremony to the gods in a few days, so I won't be able to take care of you."

"If you can make it, you're lucky. If you can't, there's nothing I can do. This is fate."

"gone."

The man looked like he was punching in at work. He delivered meals, laid bricks, and cursed a few times. He was very skilled. Only the intermittent sound of the old man saying no could be heard from the "small coffin". Bai Yichen didn't want to interfere.

The cold wind penetrated the cracks, like a series of mournful whispers, sending chills down one's spine. The surrounding dense woods were dark, and the howling of wolves could be faintly heard. Suddenly, a skinny and shriveled hand grasped the brick wall, its nails gripping it tightly.

Soon, the hand retracted and a vague whisper was heard.

Bai Yichen was quite far away and didn't hear anything clearly, but in the silence of the night, any sound could be amplified infinitely.

"...Lin...Qingle...Yu..."

Suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he almost thought he had heard it wrongly. As if knowing what he was thinking, the following voices turned into these two familiar names.

"noob?"

Should I go and have another look? Maybe the old man knows something.

"noob!"

He gnawed the steamed bun in his hand without any taste, held it in his mouth for a while, chewed it twice, and finally swallowed it. It was a bit difficult to eat the steamed bun without any vegetables, but now was not the time to be picky.

"what happened?"

No one dared to sleep very soundly at night, which made people look listless. The signal in the mountains was intermittent, messages could not be sent at all, and mobile phones had been turned off long ago to save power.

They can only say something to divert attention.

Cheng Xingwen yawned, "We were talking about Brother Wang. Something was wrong when he came today."

On weekdays, Wang Ping looks a little out of place, but judging from the fact that his clothes have no wrinkles and his house is tidy, he is a very clean person.

But today, when people came, everyone could see that he was in a hurry. His coat was buttoned incorrectly and his hair was a little messy. He told them not to go out and then turned and left.

Zhang Xue continued, "Maybe he has something urgent to do, and he can't stay too long, otherwise he will be discovered..."

In fact, they were resentful at the beginning, and were angry at Wang Ping for insisting on bringing them here for a tour. It didn't seem like Shengshen Village was a good place at first glance.

Thinking about it later, they also nodded in agreement, so no one can be blamed.

Ding Rong glanced at Bai Yichen and quickly interrupted, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable. "Wang Ping is from here. If he says he doesn't know what his hometown is like, even a fool wouldn't believe it."

"I don't think he did it on purpose!"

There is some truth in this.

Zhang Yu sighed, his brows and eyes tired, "Alas, but he did help us a lot, this can't be faked."

"We agreed to come here in the first place, so we can't blame others. Let's just consider it bad luck."

As we chatted here, it got dark.

Lin Qingyu couldn't help but say, "It's going to rain again."

Ever since they came here, it seems like the rain has never stopped, one after another. There is even a saying about it - the rain falling from the sky are tears shed by God.

"Then God must have cried a lot."

Cheng Xingwen breathed a sigh of relief, easing the depressing mood brought by the cloudy day. As soon as he stopped, he realized something was wrong. Why did the people who were so lively in the past not talk?

"Xiaobai, aren't you tired of looking up all the time? It's not like you've never seen rain before."

Made a joke.

Bai Yichen was a little slow and said "Ah", "Fortunately, I was wondering when the sky will clear up."

In Shengshen Village, it is either rainy or cloudy, and they seem to have never seen the full sun.

And he always felt that the scene of rain was a little familiar...

what is it?