Living Paper

nostalgia/article

When Bai Zhun opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.

"Are you awake?" Huo Zhenye grinned and poked his head in from the door. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his arms were stained with fly ash, and he was holding a tray with food in it.

"I think you must be hungry when you wake up, so I made you something to eat."

He learned for a long time how to burn the briquettes stove, and used the only small pot to boil milk and French toast for Bai Zhun.The aroma of butter and milk mixed together, Bai Zhun was lazy and didn't want to move.

Maple syrup was added to the milk, and a circle of fruit was cut on the toast. Huo Zhenye unknowingly filled up the refrigerator.While watching Bai Zhun slurping his toast, he said, "I'll get some German sausages and fry them for you. German sausages and beer are still delicious."

Bai Zhun took a sip of the milk, because sugar was added to make the milk even sweeter, and even his breath smelled of milk.

"Can there be sausage to eat?"

"That's for sure not. The sausage is delicious. Do you want to eat it? I'll buy some in winter and hang it all over the house."

"Do you want to be ashamed? Do you still want to wait until winter?" Bai Zhun said so, but he still ate all the toast and milk.

Eat and drink enough, and lie comfortably in bed.

"I'm going to the arresting room today, and then I'll go to the hospital to see Xiaokai, and I'll bring you Yipinguo to eat when I come back tonight."

"Go." Bai Zhun said in a kindly tone. After Huo Zhenye left, he realized that he was wearing his pajamas, with fleece, no wonder it was so soft.

Bai Zhun frowned, and looked at the paper servant beside the bed: "You guys changed it for me?"

The paper servant stared down at his toes.

Bai Zhun asked again: "Is that Axiu's replacement?"

The two paper servants you push me, I push you, Bai Zhun understood now, it was Huo Zhenye who replaced him.

Huo Zhenye walked out of the Baijiamen, and Yu Qingli was at its busiest time. Every household was raising their stoves to cook breakfast. When they saw him, they couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Huo, are you going to work?"

As if he lived here, Huo Zhenye twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.

He drove to Song's house first, and the Song's house was surrounded, and police officers were sent to watch there. He took out his consultant card and entered the scene.

Before going upstairs, I searched carefully on the garden ground, and finally found a piece of yellow paper in the bushes. The little squirrel was not "live" at all, with a hole in its body, half of its wings collapsed, exposing the bamboo skeleton inside Come.

Huo Zhenye rubbed its little head with his fingers: "Don't be afraid, take you home and let your master fix you up."

The oriole remained motionless, its roving eyes turned into a speck of ink on the paper, and Huo Zhenye put it in his pocket.

Huo Zhenye went upstairs a few steps and walked around the building.

On the first floor, there are still traces of this once happy family. The room is full of children's toys, badminton rackets, and a family photo of three celebrating Christmas on the piano.

Song Mingjie was holding a large sack of Christmas presents, Mrs. Song was wearing a mink coat, and Song Fusheng was holding his wife with one arm and holding the child with the other.

Huo Zhenye took the photo out of the frame and put it in his pocket.

He bought some candies and biscuits and went to the hospital. Cheng Liankai's heartbeat suddenly recovered last night, and he gradually recovered. He was able to speak early this morning.

He was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by his family, Cheng Junyi tightly held his brother's hand, she was still afraid that his brother would get lost again.

Seeing Huo Zhenye, the little girl greeted him politely, and then she secretly asked, "Are you Song Mingjie's parents who kidnapped Xiaokai?"

The matter of Song Fusheng and his wife abducting the child had already appeared on the front page of today's newspaper. When the adults were whispering, she heard it.

"I saw Song Mingjie last night." She didn't tell her parents, but only told Huo Zhenye, "I saw him in the garden behind the church."

Cheng Junyi lowered her voice: "He helped me and Xiaokai, but he was locked out of the house."

Huo Zhenye nodded: "I will tell Song Mingjie's parents."

Song Fusheng was detained in the arrest room, and all the former servants of the Song family came to question him.

The maid shook her head: "I can't keep working, no matter how much money I give, I can't stay in the house." She could hear the sound of little leather shoes running back and forth in the house every night, and the sound of children playing balls and riding bicycles.

The maid locked herself in the room, no matter how much money Song Fusheng gave her, she would not do it anymore.

"My wife is crazy. My wife plays with the young master every night." The gardener said so. He doesn't live in the big house, but in a small house by the garden. Occasionally, his wife will come to the garden. The husband told him that he saw Pretend you didn't see it.

The gardener didn't work either.

Feng's mother left earlier, she said to the police: "My wife is such a good person, and the young master is so cute, a goddamn kidnapper."

Originally, Mrs. Song was a very devout believer. She led the whole family to believe in religion and donated a lot of money to the church.

After losing my son, I kept thinking about my son at home, and then one day, I smashed all the statues of the Virgin Mary and Jesus at home, probably because I felt that I had donated a lot of money, but my son did not receive the blessing of the Lord.

"The husband did a lot of things to make his wife happy, such as buying clothes and jewelry. My wife was better and she was able to go to church again, but somehow she suddenly became more ill."

I stay in the room during the day and can't come out, and I come out for a walk in the middle of the night.

After finishing speaking, Feng's mother sighed: "I have already told the master, I have to find an aunt to collect the soul, and it will be fine if the soul is taken in."

She refused to listen to her, went to see western medicine, and drank holy water. Holy water is not as effective as amulet gray water. Anyway, this family can't stay here anymore, so she hurriedly resigned and left.

Huo Zhenye looked at the confessions and asked the big head: "Where is Song Fusheng? Is he awake?"

"I woke up, I woke up yesterday, but I asked him nothing and he didn't answer."

"I'll ask him." Huo Zhenye walked into the interrogation room, and Song Fusheng sat blankly across the long table, still chanting his wife's name.

Seeing him like this, the big head panicked a little: "This man is crazy, right?" If he wasn't crazy, how could he kidnap so many children and go home to play games?

One of the older children was finally willing to speak. He said that every night, Mrs. Song forced them to play games with a doll.

Huo Zhenye sat across from Song Fusheng. He took out the family photo and pushed it in front of him.

Song Fusheng glanced at it, lowered his head as if he had been burned, but he couldn't help it after all, and started to cry looking at the photo.

"Mr. Song, please tell me the truth, what is he?"

Song Fusheng shook his head, his face was pale, he reached out to touch the cross around his neck, pressed the cross to his forehead, and muttered something.

Seeing Song Fusheng's appearance, Huo Zhenye prescribes the right medicine: "Did you find a priest to exorcise demons, or a Taoist monk?"

Song Fusheng lowered his head, that was "Xiaojie". Even if he is disobedient and misbehaved now, he is still "Xiaojie". He only hopes that his wife can become normal and they can send "Xiaojie" away. Not to hurt it.

"Does Mr. Huo know someone who can save the undead?"

As long as he can change his wife back and send her away to "Xiaojie", he is willing to pay any price!

Thinking of Bai Zhun, who is in a wheelchair and still loves pastries, Huo Zhenye's expression remained unchanged: "Tell me carefully first, how did you meet those three children?"

"Yes, it's a donation from the church." They were the donors. Knowing that these children had the same birthday as Xiaojie, the way his wife looked at them made Song Fusheng feel sad.

"How did your wife abduct these children?"

Song Fusheng shook his head: "I don't know." It's just that there are more and more children in the family, and the sound of them running and playing makes him think that "Xiaojie" has attracted more "little friends".

Song Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief until he found out that it was a lost child listed in the newspaper.

"Then why didn't you call the police?" Huo Zhenye asked.

Song Fusheng lowered his head, he only wanted his wife to wake up, and then they could quietly send the child back, or leave Shanghai, and he could go to Hong Kong to do business.

But he didn't expect that his wife was completely addicted.

"Well, what exactly is it?" Huo Zhenye stared straight at Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng still wanted to hide it, but his eyes flickered.

"Mr. Song, let me remind you, that thing, no matter what it is, he is by your wife's side, and he may hurt your wife."

On the contrary, Song Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a reassuring tone: "No, he won't hurt my wife." Xiaojie loves his mother very much.

Huo Zhenye knocked on the wooden table: "Your son has a friend in the choir called Cheng Junyi, right?"

Song Fusheng was stunned, and he nodded. When his son was alive, he secretly told him that he liked a girl named Cheng Junyi in the choir.

Although she is fierce and has a loud voice, she is very cute.

"She said she saw your son and said he was in the garden behind the church." Really Xiaojie was there, so what was accompanying Song Fusheng and his wife?

Song Fusheng's lips trembled violently, he twitched twice as if he was gasping for breath, and he pulled his hair in disbelief. There is no garden behind the church, only the cemetery, where Xiaojie is buried.

His son has been staying there obediently, what is it that has been with them for a year?

"Tell me, what is that?"

"Yes...it's a paper prick!"

The author has something to say: Bai: What I smell is the smell of paper.