My Healing Game

Seeing that the little boy was finally willing to believe in himself, Han Fei was relieved that he had time to look around.

The walls of room 4064 are painted with white paint, which is a very special white. When illuminated by the light, not only can you not feel the warmth brought by the light, but it will feel very cold.

There are a lot of furniture in the house, which is arranged randomly. In addition, there are a lot of mirrors in the house. Just in the living room, Han Fei saw four mirrors.

They are hung near the door of the living room, behind the TV, behind the sofa, and beside the dining table.

"Did my dad let you over?" The boy saw Han Fei staring at his home. He was like the little owner of the house. He plucked up the courage and took the initiative to speak to Han Fei.

When he said this, there was still a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

"No, I'm here to find someone. Did anyone who looks like me enter this room just now?" Han Fei squatted in front of the child. He has a good habit of not pushing others and talking. At times, he will lower his posture and try to make the opponent more comfortable.

Hearing Han Fei’s answer, the little boy was a little disappointed. He shook his head: "I have been in the living room, but I haven't seen anyone else come in."

"Isn't there?" Han Fei looked at the other rooms in the house. He found that the doors of all the rooms in this house were all tightly closed: "Can I go in and take a look at the other rooms?"

"Mom is sleeping, you will wake her up." The boy stretched out his small arms and stood in front of Han Fei. He looked very cute and had high emotional intelligence.

"Your mother is also in the house?" Han Fei knew very well that this was a room with two 4s in the house number. The scariest ghost in the house probably hadn't appeared yet. He guessed it might be the little boy's mother.

"Mom said that today is the night of soul-returning. Dad will come back after midnight and let me sleep honestly. He will come to see me when I fall asleep." The little boy's tone was naive, and he really believed in himself. These words the mother said.

"Then why didn't you do what your mother said? You didn't go to bed, but sneaked into the living room?" Han Fei thought the kid was very interesting. Since he got the talent of Kid King, he found that he also wanted to deal with children. NS. This is definitely not because the children are so deceiving, it's just that he thinks the children are very simple and cute, and that childlike innocence allows him to relax a little in the deep world.

"I..." The boy was speechless for a while: "I don't want to sleep. I can't talk anymore when I fall asleep. I still have a lot of questions to ask my dad."

"Problem? What's the problem?"

"No matter how busy he used to be, he would wake me up every morning, but now he only comes back once a year, and I don't want him to be so busy." The boy was wearing wet pants and said the simplest wish in his heart.

"I only come back once a year? Is this what your mother told you?"

"kindness."

"Then she told you what is Huihunye?" During the chat, Han Fei opened the door of one of the bedrooms. This should be the bedroom where the boy's parents once lived.

The double bed was covered with brand-new sheets without any wrinkles.

It can be seen that there are people cleaning this room every day, but no one continues to sleep in this room.

Crunch...

When Han Fei opened the bedroom door, there seemed to be something crawling in the closet by the bed, like a mouse or a bug.

Han Fei knew that the closet in the dead building had another mystery, so he opened the closet without waiting for the little boy to come over.

Open the black cabinet door, and on the upper level of the closet, there is a black and white portrait of a young man out of the little boy's reach.

There was a bowl of white rice next to the photo. Half of the yellow paper was buried in the white rice, with the name Laisheng written on it, and the various steps of the evocation of souls were written on it.

"Laisheng?" The name in the yellow paper caught Han Fei's attention.

"This is a photo of dad. Mom put it in the cabinet. She said she would be sad to see the photo, but after putting it away, she always secretly took it out by herself." The little boy didn't understand his mother very well. The age is too young: "The uncle and aunt who came here said that my father died. I asked them what it means to die. They said that death means going to a place far away to work, and they can only come back once a year. . I don’t understand why they want to do this kind of work?"

The little boy looked at the photos of his father in the closet. He was too short to reach it. He hoped that Han Fei could help him take the photos down.

After successfully obtaining the father’s photo, the little boy stared at the black and white father, suddenly raised his head, opened those clear eyes, and asked Han Fei: “You said that adults don’t lie to children, but I always feel that they are there. Lie to me, do you know what death is?"

"Death?" Han Fei didn't expect a child of this size to suddenly ask such a question. He didn't answer casually, but thought about it for a long time: "I heard people say that death is like water disappearing into the water."

"what does that mean?"

"It's like really going home. Of course, I am not talking about your home, but a home for all of us. We came from there, and finally went back there." Han Fei didn't know why he was with a child. Said this, perhaps because he never regarded the inhabitants of the deep world as NPC, but regarded them as the same people as himself.

"Death is going home? Then why are so many people afraid of death? Why do mothers cry?" The boy seemed to have finally found someone who could talk to himself, and he urgently wanted an answer.

"Because during the time we leave home, we will choose a road, a road that cannot be turned back. The end of this road is home. This is the only way to go home, but on the way home, we will see countless The scenery and the light, we will warm others, and we will be warmed by others. We are like spots of light, illuminating the night sky on the way home."

"Light point?" The boy frowned his cute eyebrows. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly pointed to the pewter wax next to me: "I understand. We are like candles. At first it was wax, and then it glowed. It has become wax, but the body no longer maintains its previous appearance, from the upright wax to the wax that melts into drops."

Han Fei was surprised by the child's metaphor and understanding ability. This child was very young but very smart, just like when he was a child.

"It is not appropriate to use candles as a metaphor." Han Fei is also thinking this seriously for the first time: "We were led out of the house by our parents. We are not candles, we are us."

"How can that person shine?"

"Humans don’t shine, but each of us has a torch inherited from our ancestors. This torch that can illuminate the night is called life. We put our own experiences and memories into it, as fuel, and life is The flame will rise, and we can hold it high and move forward in the dark." Han Fei looked at the pensive boy, smiled and touched his head: "When you are about to go home, put the torch in your hand. Pass it to another person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so that the night is always illuminated by us."

The boy raised his head, his eyes were still at a loss: "But my father only gave me car toys and never gave me a torch."

"Perhaps your father has already given the torch to your mother for safekeeping. When you grow up, she will give you the torch and let your life shine and warmth." Han Fei took back his hand, he He didn't know if it was an illusion or what was going on. He actually felt a little warmth on the little boy's body. What made him even more unbelievable was that the system reminder sounded in his mind.

"Attention number 0000 players! 4064 host friendliness plus ten! Your personal charm has been fully affirmed by them!"

Turning his head to look, Han Fei found that the door of the bedroom that the little boy had never let him in had staggered a half-palm wide gap, and two pale faces were staring at him silently.

His body instantly stiffened, and Han Fei didn't think he took a step to the side. He touched the bookshelf with his hand, and a picture book with Laisheng's name fell to the ground.

The picture book was spread out, and father and mother were drawn with colored pens, except for himself.