The Blood Hourglass

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"Be your guardian." Sinmo said solemnly.

"Is this work?" I didn't expect Sinmo to say that.

"But I think this is a very good job." Sinmo didn't mean to say anything for fun at all, it seemed to be serious.

"Not only does this job make no money, but I have to post it upside down!" In fact, I didn't know what to say, so I just found a sentence to deal with it. It is conceivable that, in this case, who will suddenly and wonderfully say that you want to be your guardian,

"Money is not important to us at all, especially for me who is very rich, so I don't care." Sinmo stopped suddenly and explained to me.

"But I already have a guardian, I'm so embarrassed!" I still think it's better for my father to be my guardian. In any case, Sinmo seems to be just a big brother. Put him in the father's place. People are uncomfortable.

"What if one day you are gone?" Sinmo asked suddenly.

"I..." When he asked me, my heart was so painful that I couldn't speak. If there is such a day, I cannot imagine, nor dare to imagine.

"Okay, I just ask casually, don't worry too much." Sinmo hurriedly comforted seeing my face changed. But my mood can no longer calm down, like a windy lake with ripples.

"Then let's keep looking down!" I said, and started to walk deeper, Sinmo followed me and stopped talking.

This staircase is so narrow that it is almost impossible for two adults to walk side by side. The steps are full of rubbish, peels, waste paper, and some are indistinguishable at all, but they all give off some unknown strange smell. It makes people feel uncomfortable. Another annoying thing is that the aisle lamp with dim red light is still shaking slightly, dazzling people, and it is a little bit invisible to the stairs below.

"Found it!" Sinmo found the 105 shortly after we stepped on the flat ground. We walked to the black and filthy wooden door, and suddenly stopped there. I didn’t knock on the door, and neither did Sinmo. Maybe he was waiting for me to do it first, maybe he was waiting for me to get in. Later, you will encounter all possible psychological preparations.

"Are you ready?" Sinmo asked after half a minute.

"Okay, get ready before you come." I answered calmly.

"Then I'm knocking on the door." Sinmo said as he lifted his right hand and was about to buckle it down. At this moment, some voices came from the door. Hearing these voices, his hand slowly dropped again, looking at me with embarrassment, as if he was waiting for my reconfirmation. In fact, I was stunned. Judging from those, it must be the spring flowers and the snowy moon in the room, and the tents are warm during the spring night.

"..." I just watched coldly, approached the door silently, and raised my hand "Boom! Boom!" I knocked hard three times, and then waited there quietly. But after five or six minutes, no one came to open the door, and there was no response, and even the sound just disappeared, as if the whole room was empty, and it was a little frightening.

"Is there anyone here?" I couldn't help but bit the bullet and shouted. But still no one answered.

"Gah!" After dozens of seconds, the door suddenly opened. The road inside the room was different from the outside. It was as bright as the day, and it was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. When I got used to the light, I realized that Standing by the door was a person, to be precise, a woman, a woman with disheveled clothes, loose hair, and heavy clothes.

"You?" When I approached and saw clearly, it turned out to be her, the person who had disappeared for a while, and a person I had never expected.

"I..." She said a word and didn't say any more. The head that was raised up was already low, like a child who had done something wrong and was being blamed by an adult, her hands still hanging down. That kept pulling the corners of his clothes.

"What about him?" My heart was bleeding quietly at this time, but the people present could not understand my pain, because they would never think of what I was guessing. And even if they really had to think about it, it would be impossible to understand, because there are too many reasons that they don't know now.

"In the bedroom." She replied obediently, as if she did something wrong, maybe she really did something wrong.

I didn't answer the call, but just followed her leading the way to the room. My feet are heavy, and every step I take is very difficult, but I still approach the bedroom step by step, because my father, who can't be found anywhere, may be there. How I want to see my father's loving face and hear his caring words. Sinmo is also walking behind me, as if thinking about something. Maybe he has discovered something unusual, but he still can't fully prove it.

The door of the bedroom that had not been closed was opened by her. Everything inside was revealed. This is a small room, but because there is only one bed, it looks a bit empty. Now I am in bed. There was a man half naked, and he seemed to be asleep. Since he is facing us, I can't see his face at all, nor can I tell if he is my father-Lin Youcheng.

"Who is he?" I plan to ask if he is my father before making plans. No matter what, I can't run up and ask the man directly. Whether he is my father or not, it will be embarrassing!

"He seems to say that his name is Lin Youcheng!" She replied timidly, and after entering the room, she had been standing respectfully against the wall, and she had never raised her head.

"What?" I was still stunned. Although I was mentally prepared for a long time, I still couldn't accept it. Dad was lying on the bed in this place like this, and the other party was her.

"After he woke up, tell him that her daughter is waiting for him to come home." I suddenly wanted to leave here as soon as possible. I didn't want to watch this disgusting scene again.

"I think he can't go back anymore!" She said carefully, and her voice was low, as if she was afraid of waking him up.

"Why?" I don't understand what is meant by "cannot". If I don't want it, I don't want to, why she said "cannot".

"Because...because of him...he...is almost dead." She hesitated to say the result that made me almost fainted.

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