lure incense

The bedroom was a bit dark, both windows were sealed, and it was hot and airtight. The sweat dripping from Du Yan's forehead could splash the dust on the ground.Du Yan took a closer look with a flashlight. Except for a wooden bed with a mosquito net, there was only a wooden box in the west corner of the bedroom. The box was not big, and a thick layer of floating dust had already fallen on it. With just a light flick, a ball can float up, choking Du Yan to cough.

After simply wiping, Du Yan took out the keys he got from the box, and tried to open the copper lock on the box one by one. Finally, he opened the rusty lock.Du Yan squatted down to open the box. Before he could take a closer look at what was in the box, he felt a filthy smell rushing towards him. Coupled with the stuffy and hot room, Du Yan felt a little breathless. Come on, turn your head and look at the curtain behind you, suddenly feel dizzy, the picture in front of you is a little blurry, the originally dark space suddenly becomes bright, the smell of dust in the air is also mixed with a trace of sweet peach blossom fragrance, A woman in an old-fashioned gown was vaguely visible, standing by the door like that, opening the door curtain with one hand, stroking her hair with the other, and stepping in. As she walked, the plum blossom hairpin hanging from the bun behind her head The tassels are also swinging, one after another, dazzling people's eyes...

Du Yan was in a bad mood, so he quickly closed his eyes, put one hand on his forehead, didn't dare to open his eyes again, and stayed there quietly. After a while, he felt that the smell of dust in the air was not as stagnant as before. Du Yan slowly opened his eyes, not daring to look around, rubbed his numb legs, closed the box, picked up the box, stood up slowly, lowered his head, and walked out of the bedroom , put the box on the floor of the main room, then turned around and pulled out the stick supporting the door curtain, took out a talisman from the backpack and pasted it on the door frame, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that he found this box, Du Yan didn't plan to stay for a long time. He just glanced at it. Apart from some daily necessities, there was only a hard-covered notebook in the box that attracted Du Yan's attention.

Walking out of the gate of the old house, the three sticks of incense sticks in front of the gate had almost burned out. Looking at the watch, almost an hour had already passed. Du Yan thought he hadn't been delayed for long. The scene broke out in a cold sweat instantly.Kneeling on the ground again and kowtowing three times, respectfully put away the yellow paper on the ground and burned it, Du Yan left the house without looking back.Not long after he left, the closed door suddenly creaked, and slowly opened a crack, a gust of wind blew through, silently, bringing a scent of peach blossoms.

Du Yan didn't go back to Guo Ping's house directly, but first went to find Old Man Du, who was fighting with Old Man Zhao, and when he saw Du Yan, he wanted to say to stay for a while until he finished the game, but Seeing his son's pale face, he had no choice but to give up the seat to old man Feng again.

"Old Zhao, Old Feng, let's go first, and we'll have a good game another day."

"kindness."

Old man Feng nodded with his cigarette bag in his mouth, without even lifting his eyelids, while old man Zhao glanced at the box Du Yan was holding, his expression became a little strange, "Boy Yan, where did you get this box?"

"It was taken from my grandmother's house, and it was said to be something left for me."

"Oh."

Old man Zhao didn't ask any more questions, and waved his hands to let the Du family father and son leave. Then he exchanged glances with old man Feng, and the expressions of the two old men became a little dignified.

Back at Guo Ping's house, only Bai Lan was there, saying that Guo Ping had gone to work.

"Son, is this box left to you by your grandmother?"

Bai Lan looked at the box Du Yan put in the living room, and felt a little familiar, as if she had seen it when she was young, and couldn't help reaching out to open it, Du Yan saw it, and hurriedly stopped her.

"Mom, don't move!"

Bai Lan was taken aback by Du Yan, and was a little unhappy.Du Yan didn't care about what his mother thought. He just felt that the old house was a bit evil, and there must be something wrong with the things in this box. He was not sure whether it was right or wrong for him to bring this box back. up.

Watching Du Yan carry the box back to the room without saying apologizing to himself, Bai Lan sat sulking. Father Du patted Bai Lan on the shoulder, shook his head at her, and said nothing.

That night, Guo Ping didn't go home, so he called back to say that he had transferred shifts with others, and asked the three members of the Du family to make arrangements for themselves.The three members of the Du family knew about her work, so they didn't care.Bai Lan was still angry with her son, lying on the bed sickly, Du Yan cooked a few dishes and made a soup, sent it to Bai Lan's room, ate some by himself, packed the dishes and went back house.

Father Du sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Bai Lan lying on his back, and sighed, "What are you doing? At such an old age, what kind of anger are you with the child? What's the big deal? I don't know Your thoughts, those are left by our mother to the child, it’s okay not to let you see, if you continue to do this, won’t it make the child uncomfortable? The older you get, the more aggressive you become, and you still want your son to coax you!"

Bai Lan snorted and didn't say a word. She also knew these reasons, but she just felt suffocated and awkward.

"Okay, don't be like this, wait until tomorrow and I will ask my son to accompany you, and give the child a smile."

Bai Lan didn't make a sound, and Father Du only thought she agreed.

After Du Yan returned to the house, he also felt that his attitude was a bit wrong today, thinking about apologizing to his mother tomorrow.The box he brought back was placed beside the bed. Du Yan wiped it clean with a rag, and then opened the box again. He did not touch other things, but took out the hard-covered notebook. This notebook looks old. , opened the case, the pages were already yellowed, Du Yan stood up holding the notebook, a few photos fell out of the notebook without paying attention, Du Yan picked it up, looked through it curiously, they were all There are some old photos, and some of them still have the year name of the Qing Dynasty and the years of the Republic of China on the back.

Du Yan found it strange that these photos had never been mentioned in grandma's letter. After looking carefully, the photos were a little blurry due to the age. There are six photos in total, and three of them are so blurred that the contents cannot be seen. One seems to have been burnt, so charred that it cannot be discerned, only the remaining two are clearer.One picture shows five women, two sitting in the front and three standing in the back. The two sitting women look older, one is at least 50 years old, both of them hold a child in their arms, and one A boy and a girl, the remaining three women seem to be young, and they also have the same expressions as those two women. The five women are all dressed in the late Qing Dynasty, with long robes and long skirts, and their hair is combed meticulously. The facial features are not very clear, but you can vaguely distinguish the delicate appearance and the rigor between the expressions, but what makes Du Yan feel strange is that the two children who are being hugged also have the same expression, cold and without a trace Popularity, only on the face of the boy on the left, there seems to be a little fear and unwillingness hidden in the seriousness, which makes people feel a little out of harmony.It is recorded above that this photo was taken in the fourth year of Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty.Du Yan picked up another photo. This photo was a bust of a man wearing a jacket with a stand-up collar. Looking at the man's face in the photo, Du Yan felt chills all over his body, even though the fan was not turned on in the room. At this moment, Du Yan only felt as if he had fallen into a thousand-year-old icehouse. The man in the photo was not ugly. On the contrary, that face was beautiful, so beautiful that it was sickly and bewitching. However, that face was too familiar to Du Yan, so familiar that he felt it was too unreal.Looking at the time recorded in the photo, Du Yan rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he still clearly saw the line of words, three years of the Republic of China, spring.

Du Yan didn't want to believe it, but the man's eyebrows, nose, and lips in the photo told Du Yan again and again that his eyes did not deceive him.Except for some differences in expression, the man in the photo is almost the same as the man who always looked at him coldly.Bai Hui? !But how is this possible? !Du Yan seemed to have suddenly remembered something. If this name is true, then that man's surname is Bai!His surname is Bai!Du Yan wouldn't think it was a coincidence, but it was too shocking.

Throwing the photo in his hand aside violently, as if it would burn his hands, Du Yan sat on the bed numbly, his head began to ache, he couldn't help moaning a few times, and the sound came from his mouth. It didn't sound like his own voice at all, and his eyes began to blur. Du Yan fell down on the bed at once, and the pocket watch in his pocket slid out following his movements. The dial was up, and the hands on it began to rotate rapidly. However, the direction is opposite to that of ordinary hands.

Bai Lan suddenly felt flustered, and hurriedly pushed Papa Du to wake him up, but Papa Du didn't sleep well.The couple both felt that something was wrong, put on their clothes, walked to Du Yan's door, knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside, but the light through the crack of the door showed that the people in the room were not asleep.Father Du simply kicked open the door, only to see Du Yan fainted on the bed, his face was pale, a cloud of black mist seemed to coil around Du Yan's body, and the room was full of a strong smell of dust. Looking at the scene inside the house, Bai Lan yelled in fright, "Son!"

Father Du bit his finger decisively and shouted, "Break!"

A few spots of blood instantly covered the black mist around Du Yan. The black mist twisted and circled like life, and finally faded and dissipated.

Bai Lan stepped forward to hug Du Yan, and shouted repeatedly, "Son, son!"

Du Yan was still in a coma, ignorant of everything in the outside world.