Before I finished the bland porridge, my dad came into the room, looked at my mom, and asked, "When did you wake up? Have you taken any medicine?"

"I've been awake for more than 20 minutes and I've been given medicine. Now I'll give him some porridge and wait until he eats it. Then I'll give him the medicine after eating." My mother answered while feeding me porridge. I saw

My dad was so nervous that he even ate porridge with ease, just for fear that he would find a reason to deal with me.

My mother sat down next to my bed, looking like she was hesitating to speak, and said quickly: "If you have anything to say, wait until I feed him."

She was afraid that if my father 'interrogated' me, I would not dare to eat.

After finishing the porridge anxiously, my dad coughed twice, cleared his throat, and sure enough he started: "Sanwa'er, why did you set someone Liu Chunyan's head on fire?"

"I didn't have any reason. I didn't want to get burned, I just wanted to play a trick, and it got burned." I answered my dad's question carefully. I wouldn't dare to lie. Generally, if you commit a crime, it's better to admit it.

If I lie, my dad won't mind beating me all over the yard.

"You can burn other people's hair if you want to play tricks? Then if I want to play tricks, do I have to burn your hair too?" My dad got angry and suddenly raised his voice by three points. Speaking of which, my two sisters are pretty.

He is a sensible person, which is praised by everyone in the village. My father is proud of him! He can't understand how his only son, me, has become a typical "negative example" in the village. He who loves face often feels that I am too embarrassed.

His face was gone.

I was so scared that I shrank my neck and didn't dare to speak. At this moment, my mother pulled hard on my father's clothes, as if to remind him of something.

After my mother reminded me, my father came to his senses and said: "Next time, you will be bald for a year and don't even think about having half a hair grow on your head."

After saying this, my dad's face softened, and he didn't even mention Liu Chunyan's hair anymore. Instead, he fell silent, as if he was thinking about what to say.

I didn't think much about it at the time, I was just happy that I had escaped another big 'disaster'. Speaking of which, my mother rarely stopped my dad from beating me, except when the beating was too severe, which was even more rare.

It was my dad who was so 'obedient' and accepted the stop.

Haha, the sun is going to come out in the west, what can I do? Do I still ask why and then put it back to the east? I am not that stupid.

As soon as the man relaxed and ate something hot, I started to feel sleepy again, but my dad started talking again: "Sanwa'er, what did you do last night? Tell dad in detail?"

Are we starting to investigate what happened last night? My whole body tightened again, and I quickly replied: "I didn't do anything, I was walking and walking. I got hungry, so I broke off 3 corns, and then went to the bamboo forest to braise corns.

Then I fell asleep, and then I didn’t know why.”

As soon as I thought about what happened yesterday, I felt so confused that I couldn't explain it in detail. I noticed that my father's face was getting more and more serious, and I couldn't continue talking.

Unexpectedly, my dad didn't care where I broke off the corn, and he didn't pursue my intention of running away from home at all. Instead, he tried his best to soften the lines of his face and said very gently: "What happened next, tell dad."

"Then I didn't know why, so I walked to the edge of the cemetery. I felt like I was walking there with my eyes closed." It's rare that my dad is so gentle, why don't I tell him quickly? Besides, this matter is also stuck in my heart.

, I hope to get a reasonable explanation from adults.

My dad's face completely darkened, and even my mom's face was very ugly. I don't know what went wrong in this section to make my parents look so serious. Even if I passed the final exam last semester

Fifth from the bottom, they are not like this either?

I felt a little scared and looked at them at a loss. The strange thing was that my dad didn’t care about me at all. Instead, he stood up, paced back and forth in the room, and then took out his pants from his trouser pocket.

Rolling cigarettes, I wanted to roll one and smoke it, but I looked at me and went out again.

As for my mother, her eyes became very strange and she just touched my head without saying anything. Her expression was clearly very worried.

I don't know what happened. I always feel that my parents are worried about something big this time.

After a while, my dad came in. He smelled of cigarette smoke. He must have gone out to smoke. As soon as he entered the room, he sat next to me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Sanwa'er, you have to be honest."

Tell dad, why were you crying yesterday and what are you afraid of? The more detailed you are, the better. No matter what it is, dad will believe you."

At this time, my father's eyes were firm and full of trust, and the hand on my shoulder also gave me a kind of strength between men. This feeling was even noticeable to me, and for a while I had a huge feeling.

Courage, very simply, told me everything about last night's experience, including the inexplicable dream of light spots, the house, the man in the shroud, the dazzling light on his chest, and the faint roar of a tiger.

, everything was told.

But in the end, I vaguely saw a red dot and followed it. I didn’t tell you anything about it, because it felt so uncertain.

My dad's face became more and more ugly as he listened. In the end, he just hugged me in his arms and kept touching my head vigorously. He didn't know what he wanted to express. In short, it made me covered in chicken skin.

Damn, because my dad has never been so insensitive to me.

As for my mother, she shed tears, and I don’t know why.

After a long time, the strange atmosphere in the room dissipated. My dad finally patted my head and said, "Good job, son. I didn't wet my pants yesterday because I was scared."

I was so proud of my dad's compliment that I quickly said, "I wasn't afraid in the beginning. Even if that man wanted to bump into me, I wouldn't be afraid! If I hadn't found them wearing such scary clothes, I wouldn't have cried."

This is indeed the case. My dad didn’t refute me for the first time. He just touched my head again and kept saying: "Good son, good son."

I have never been praised so much by him since I can remember. Those words of "what a good son" made me feel uncomfortable all over. I was about to feel numb to my father, so I quickly changed the subject: "Dad, what did you say yesterday?"

What's the matter?"

What happened yesterday? My father was stunned when I asked this question. He touched my head and fell silent for a while. On the contrary, my mother wiped away her tears and said loudly: "What can happen?"

You caught a cold in the bamboo forest yesterday and had a fever, so you are confused."

Sometimes, men are not as quick-witted as women. On this issue, my dad's reaction was obviously not as quick as my mom's.

But due to the rush of the answer, my mother's answer was not satisfactory to me who was full of curiosity about everything. I looked at my dad with some doubts. My dad also reacted at this time and said with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face:

"You are sleepwalking. A sleepwalker coughs as if he is dreaming. The fact that you haven't opened your eyes is the best proof. In addition, you have a fever and your mind is a little unclear."

I know about sleepwalking. A classmate in the class once said that his brother sleepwalked. He got up in the middle of the night to catch chickens in the yard. After he was beaten awake, he still didn't know anything.

I thought this was very magical at the time, but I didn't expect it to actually happen to me.

Well, I can accept my father's statement about sleepwalking. I felt very at ease for a while and stopped thinking randomly. Gradually, I became sleepy and fell asleep on the bed again.

When I woke up again, I was woken up by my eldest sister pinching my face. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the eldest sister's angry look and the second sister's gentle smile.

Speaking of which, my two sisters have very different personalities. The eldest sister is called Chen Xia. She has a bit of a chivalrous (pronounced as "xia") character, she is bold and outspoken, and her temper is typical of a Sichuan girl, very spicy.

The second sister's name is Chen Xiaojuan. She is gentle and soft-spoken.

When I was a child, I was closer to my second sister than my eldest sister, because if I got mad, my eldest sister would beat me in a hurry, but my second sister would never do it. At most, she would persuade the two of them with a blushing face and a soft voice.

You can't even scold me.
Chapter completed!