C18 Mystery Girl

I leaned my head against the headboard, thinking about nothing, not even knowing when my grandfather came in.

"Come, Huaizu, eat this bowl of noodles." With my sharp nose, I could tell that grandpa was making my favorite noodles with scallion oil. However, I didn't have any appetite at the moment, and the taste of the scallion oil made me feel nauseous, almost vomiting as I held onto the edge of the bed.

I think it must have been the day Boss Gao took the girl peak jump out of the sequelae. I've heard adults talk about it before. Kids who knock their heads are easily concussed. I think that this is the symptom of concussion. Perhaps blindness is one of the side effects.

But I didn't dare think about it too much, and the thought of Boss Gao infuriated me.

"Is he dead?" I asked pointlessly, my tone fierce.

Grandfather was the first to react. He took a drag from his pipe and said, "Yes, he died."

But I wasn't happy at all, as if it had nothing to do with me.

Because I was already blind, I couldn't see the expression on my grandfather's face, but it wasn't hard to hear the emotion in his voice, "That Boss Gao is indeed a demon. The death of the young man who came with him was his doing. If he wanted to find the treasure of a shy girl, he would have to sacrifice the blood of the living. He just killed the young man, but he didn't think that not everyone's blood could be used as a sacrifice. Your elder sister Xiujuan's appearance was also caused by him. It is truly sinful. "

I listened expressionlessly, but I felt a twinge in my heart when I heard Sister Soo Juan's name again. After a long time, I asked, "How did he die?"

I clearly remember that he had already obtained the wooden box containing the treasure. According to the developments in the movies or television dramas, he should have immediately become a big boss. He became a weak chicken after taking the treasure. No one would believe him if he said this.

"I don't know how he died, but when I arrived, I saw him curled up in a corner and twitching. His whole body was bleeding, as if there was something we couldn't see that separated his spirit from his flesh."

If it wasn't for Boss Gao, I wouldn't have been able to become blind at such a young age. Of course, I hated him so much that I couldn't feel even the slightest bit of sympathy for his miserable death. I just listened to my grandfather talk about the situation, and I was very confused.

Then Pappy began to smoke again, one mouthful at a time, filling the room with smoke as if it were on fire.

As he walked out the door, he forced the bowl of scallion noodles into my hand and stroked my cheek with his heavy, callused palm. I knew that my grandfather was worried about me, so I forced a smile, randomly picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in my mouth.

I felt the tip of my tongue tingle. I couldn't taste the noodles at all, so I waited for Pappy to put the bowl aside as soon as he went out the door.

I was leaning back in bed, lost in thought again. When I couldn't see my eyes, my hearing seemed to become unusually sharp, and I heard a faint sound from the corner of the wall. It didn't sound like a rat. He held his breath and listened attentively for a while. The sound was gradually approaching him and eventually stopped at the bedside.

"Little Fatty, did you come back?" Other than Little Fatty, I couldn't think of anyone else who would care about a disabled person like me. I thought about it and pretended to be open-minded and open-minded, "Alright, there's no need to comfort me. I'm fine."

As I spoke, my tongue tasted a hint of bitterness. It turned out that when I spoke earlier, my tears flowed uncontrollably down my face and into my mouth.

This is too embarrassing, Little Fatty must be looking down on me, or perhaps he sympathizes with me even more.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to bury my face in the quilt, or dig a hole in the ground, but before I could pull the quilt or dig the tunnel, a young, unfamiliar woman's voice was heard.

"Why are you crying?" It sounded like a girl about my age, but it wasn't sweet.

I sat on the bed and forgot to wipe my tears. "Who are you?" I asked. How did you get in? "

An unknown girl appeared out of nowhere in the room and said that it wasn't weird that she was a fake.

The girl didn't seem to hear what I said and repeated the question. "Why are you crying?"

Why should I cry? Because I'm sad, because my tears are worthless, okay? That's what I thought, and that's what I said. If it were anyone else, they would have known that I was purposely saying those words to vent their anger. However, it was unknown whether this little girl was born with a lack of understanding or if her brain was lacking a string. After hearing what I said, she was stunned and replied, "Oh, so that's how it is."

If this wasn't naked ridicule, then what was it? I was instantly infuriated. I dryly chuckled twice, but my eyes were a little bit sore.

However, just as I raised my hand to wipe away the tears, the girl spoke again.

"Then why are you laughing now?"

When I heard this, my anger rose. When did I laugh? How could a dry laugh be counted as a smile? However, I didn't even have the mood to speak anymore. Based on my impression of the door, I said, "Hurry up and scram. Scram wherever you come from."

I had thought that someone would be able to talk to me for a while, but it turned out to be a brainless Terminator.

The girl was probably shocked by my rude attitude. She was stunned for a long time before she opened her mouth again and asked, "How do you want to get lost? Can you teach me? "

"No way!" I realized I might not even be on the same channel as her, so I pulled the covers over my head and started to play dead.

I heard the faint sound of footsteps and the creak of the wooden door closing.

I lay down on the bed and slept soundly. When I woke up, I still couldn't tell the difference between day and night. I could only hear the wind whistling outside my window, like the day Boss Gao took me to the Dirty Girl Peak. But I'm not afraid of anything now, not because of how brave I became that night, but because I'm in a bad mood.

In the days that followed, Pappy called a barefoot doctor from our neighborhood to see me. The doctor listened to me with a stethoscope and pretended to take my pulse.

However, I was unable to find out what was going on, so I gave me some anti-inflammatory drugs and calming drugs and it was all over. I took the medicine the doctor had prescribed for me for a few days. My eyes didn't heal, but I began to vomit and sneeze. At the worst, I ran to the toilet a dozen times a day and lost all my strength to squat.

Grandpa saw I was not going to go on like this, so he borrowed a tractor from his neighbor and took me to the county hospital overnight.