Lily is a kind of faith [entertainment circle]

.It's just that Shishi has been thinking about a question in her heart, and that question keeps her awake all night.

Shishi suspected that her anomaly only started when the woman in black came to the house.The blood churning in her body could no longer be cooled by the cold moonlight at night.Shishi often keeps telling herself not to care about her abnormality in her heart, but after tossing and turning in the middle of the night, Shishi always wakes up after falling asleep instantly.Her dream is like a fragment that can predict the future.

Predict future?The word withered instantly after breaking through the limit that Shishi's mind could reach, like a past memory that Shishi couldn't describe.

Can dreams really predict the future?Shishi kept interrogating her own heart.It was not an interrogation, but more like an interrogation. The withered heart was tied to the naked copper pillar and beaten cruelly.

Shishi drove a car with a woman in black on the empty street, and the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees under the wheels seemed to doubt whether spring had arrived.Shishi gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the sweat slowly moistened the protective film of the steering wheel that smelled like animal skin.Shishi is like a mummy, she feels her back is as cold as cracks and ripples, but she can only sit stiff and straight.

Shishi kept looking at the black-clothed woman slumped in the back seat of the car from the rearview mirror, her eyes wanted to split apart when she was extremely excited.There was only one thought in Shishi's mind, and she rushed home to stop the bleeding for the woman in black.

However, this idea was denied by himself after a moment.

"Go to the hospital?!" Shishi's murmured words finally lingered on her lips, she hesitated at the moment, just like her erratic heart.

Really going to the hospital?

Really going to the hospital?

Shishi's right index finger twitched for a moment of tension, on the surface it seemed to be constantly beating in the air filled with the smell of blood coagulation.Shishi has no time to hesitate, she has to figure out what to do at the fork in the city.

At the end of the winding path is the entrance of the town. Shishi blinked her sweat-soaked eyelashes, but she didn't stop to touch her itchy eyelashes with her fingers.

The sky at this moment is like a wild painter swaying the paintbrush in his hand after being drunk. The paints of various colors are mixed illogically, and finally splashed in the air to render a unique and depressing oil painting.Shishi could clearly feel the dark clouds pressing down on the city closely following her car, leaving her no room for thinking and hesitation.

The sky slowly eroded the withered old trees on both sides of the road, slowly, slowly.The whole sky was about to disappear in darkness, even though it was still noon.Shishi's sensitive nose sniffed the humid air, and seemed to be able to feel the unscrupulous condensation of the moisture in the distant plain.A downpour is coming.

Shishi slowly reduced the speed of the car to the fastest speed her anxious heart could bear.She already gave you the feeling that the woman in black was moaning and howling.She had to make a quick decision.

Going to the hospital to see a doctor when injured is a truth that a three-year-old girl can understand, but it has become so difficult for Shishi to choose.

In short, she dared not go to the hospital.Or rather, she didn't want to go to the hospital.

The damp rain, the sweat from the sultry air, mixed with the weak breathing of the woman in black, from this moment to the next, the entire space and time seemed to stand still.

Row upon row of sky roofs stopped rushing, and the birds perched on the ancient trees stopped singing excitedly or impetuously, and Shishi, who was so nervous that the scorching summer, was looking for direction in the condensed time.

wow——

Shishi slammed on the brakes with her nearly paralyzed feet.The shaking car reluctantly stopped, leaving a long trail behind it.

No - I can't go to the hospital.

Shishi did not make this decision suddenly, at least for her, going to the hospital is tantamount to killing herself.

Shishi restarted the car that had stalled because it got stuck on the muddy road. With the rhythmic shaking of the carriage, Shishi no longer had the hesitation she had before.She raised her eyes and glanced at the girl in black from the rearview mirror, and vaguely saw the pale lips of an unknown woman in shock.Although she couldn't bear it, Shishi still decided not to go to the hospital.

After all, Shishi knew that the hospital was hell for her.

At the moment when the wheel was turning, Shishi's mind was filled with that terrible scene again.Screaming, crying, and the helplessness of fleeing, the memories of three years ago were once again brewing in her mind.Shishi could clearly feel someone whispering in her ear, the voice was so sharp, it was hard to get rid of like strangling plants entwined indiscriminately.

The chills all over Shishi's body stood up in an instant, and she didn't care to moisten her chapped lips with her tongue.But at this moment, she kicked the accelerator and left the muddy road far behind.

At the fork in the road, there is no time to witness the bean-sized beads of sweat on Shishi's anxious face, and Shishi has no time to say goodbye to the dead tree that has existed for hundreds of years.Now is not the time to exchange pleasantries, Shishi has been thinking about what happened to her uncle, but she puts more energy on the unknown girl in black on the back seat of the car.

Shishi doubted the origin of the girl in black, since she saw with her own eyes the group of giant bats whistling in groups of black.After all, in this small town dozens of miles away from the coastline, those inexplicable legends have been circulated for several worlds.Accompanied by the after-dinner time of every family, men, women and children, legends about black bats never exist for no reason.

She must be the girl who was hunted down by the leader of the Black Bat.Thinking of this in Shishi's heart, it was like repeating the memory of the legend of the black bat.

The wheels rolled desperately on the stone road covered with wet soil and moss, but the legend about black bats kept flashing in Shishi's mind.

This is the dark cloud that hangs over the hearts of everyone in this small town. Shishi can still imagine the months before her grandfather left inexplicably in her memory.

Shishi liked to listen to some magical stories told by her grandfather since she was a child.Every night after dinner, Shishi would pounce on her grandpa, who was concentrating on writing a diary by the fireplace, rolling playfully on his body like a difficult kitten.Sometimes I look up at my grandpa's deep eyes that are stained with years of filth, and sometimes I grab my grandpa's white beard and play hide and seek with my fingers on the chest-length beard.

Every time at this time, there will always be a rustling sound like autumn leaves in Grandpa's throat, with the memory of precipitation rings, he will use a cough to start the routine story meeting every night.

"Cough, cough, cough!" After Grandpa's cough served as the finale, he would slowly get up and walk towards the closet, and slowly take out the earthen jar that had been hidden for decades. Tea looted from above.Although grandpa always stroked his beard every time he told this story, pretending to be domineering.But it seems that it can only deceive a seven-year-old girl.If it is now, Shishi will not believe the nonsense that grandpa said.

Grandpa always put his left hand on the crock and patted it gently before opening the crock, as if whispering softly.Shishi has always suspected that there is something strange in the crock, because every time she wants to secretly open it to see what's going on, the crock always disappears suddenly before her eyes, just like the air disappearing into the lake, so quietly. No trace.

Every time Shishi asks about any details about the crock pot, grandpa always responds in a way of laughing or perfunctory Shishi.Of course, it's not that easy to fool Shishi with this kind of trick.Shishi has never believed in the results of her own research.No matter what strange things there are in the crock, or elves in fairy tales, or other terrible devils, etc., they can't cover Shishi's unconstrained imagination anyway.

Grandpa's thick palms are covered with horny dragon-like calluses. These heavy traces of time make Shishi understand in her heart that grandpa is not an ordinary person.At least when grandpa was young, he must have belonged to the man of the hour, but when he is old, grandpa also has a different kind of demeanor.The extremely stingy grandpa once again grabbed a small handful of tea leaves and put them into the teacup that was already stained with tea stains. Every time Shishi noticed this action, she would eagerly bring the hot water pot to fill the teacup for grandpa.After all, she was already impatient for tonight's bedtime story.However, Grandpa seems to be interested in poetry, brewing slowly, watching the fragrance of tea foam slowly escape in the air, slowly waiting for the aroma of tea to overflow the whole body, which is too stale to be stale anymore. cabin space.

"Grandpa, tell me quickly. I still want to hear the story about that black bat." Shishi pouted her mouth angrily, pretending not to want to talk to her grandpa, but her heart was still itchy.Grandpa told Shishi many kinds of stories, including the princess and prince in the castle, goblins and monsters in the forest, and even strange talking animals and plants.But Shishi is deeply impressed by the story of the black bat.

Not only because of Shishi's admiration for the old captain who eradicated the black bat in the story, but also because every time grandpa told the story about the black bat, Shishi could clearly notice the pimples hanging from the corners of his grandpa's eyes. A tear or two.Under the dim and yellow oil lamp, Shishi listened to her grandpa's stories, as if she was traveling around with her grandpa.

"Change to another story, the story of the black bat is not good." Grandpa would evade like this every time, although he knew that he couldn't make Shishi fade away from this thought in his heart.However, like a special opening statement, the rendering of the atmosphere always seems to require this kind of suspenseful tone.

"Hmph!" Shishi stood up abruptly from the wicker chair, and the embroidered linen skirt couldn't help but get wrinkled and caught on the paper strip of the wicker chair.Shishi pretended to be very angry, a resolute state. "I don't want to, I don't want to, I want to hear the story of the black bat." Shishi didn't seem to be coquettish

"In our world, black bats mean death..." Grandpa repeated the sentence composed of words that the poems at that time could not understand at all.