"dad?" I couldn't help but be a little stunned when I heard the girl calling this middle-aged man daddy. When the man saw the girl rushing towards her, the tiredness in his eyes faded and was replaced by kindness and joy. He chatted with her for a while with a smile, and then took out two pieces of bread and a carton of milk from the package and gave them to her, while he squatted in front of the stove and started a fire. The girl was very obedient. She happily took the food her father gave her and wolfed it down. She seemed to be very hungry, but after finishing a piece of bread, she quietly opened the door and took a look at her father who was sweating profusely and making a fire. Lips looked at the pancake with only one piece left, and seemed a little unfinished, but he still wrapped the pancake and put it on the hot kang, and did not eat any more. Looking at this girl's behavior, I also confirmed that these two should be father and daughter. The reason why I feel a little surprised is that this middle-aged man may be a good father, but he is really ugly, and his body shape is short and fat, which makes him look even worse. The girl's appearance is exactly the opposite of that of the man. Although she is still young, her delicate and beautiful facial features have begun to take shape. She feels quite endearing just by looking at her. Although she is a corpse, I have also seen her. She still looks beautiful when she grows up. After the father finished burning the fire and returned to the house, the girl handed the remaining piece of bread to her father. The father looked at his daughter for a long time, turned around and wiped his eyes, then touched the child's head and said that he was not hungry and asked her to have eaten. Watching this scene, I felt deeply in my heart - I saw the man nibbling a few pieces of orange peel while lighting the fire at the stove. At night, the girl fell asleep peacefully, while the man waited for the child to fall asleep, then quietly got up, took out a photo album from the cabinet with the help of an oil lamp and looked at it for a long time, and then wiped his eyes while looking at it. I leaned over and took a look. It was a photo of a family of three. There is this short and fat man on it, and there is a woman sitting next to him. She is very beautiful, looking at the swaddled baby girl in her arms, her eyes are as gentle as water, full of happiness. I think this woman must be his wife, but under the lighting, the couple are very luxuriously dressed, without any appearance of poverty. After putting the photos back in the cabinet, the man walked to the table where the clothes and hats were placed, picked up the light blue package and unwrapped it. There were a lot of dirty clothes in it. He took the clothes to the stove and brought a basin The cold water started to wash away under the moonlight.I watched the man wash clothes for a long time until early in the morning. Then I went back to the kang and slept for a while, which lasted only an hour or two. After that, I got up with my daughter. The child stayed in the house while I continued to drag my tired body out. . I was curious about what the man did for a living, so I followed him outside to take a look, and then I realized that this man was a rickshaw puller. The leaves of the banyan tree on the roadside have turned yellow, and the red maple leaves have fallen all over the ground. The vendors on the street are shouting and shouting. Among the crowd, a short and fat man drags his rickshaw and runs with the passengers sweating. It was obviously late autumn, and the wind was very cold, but he was wearing a mandarin jacket, and his body was as wet as if he had been caught in the rain. The life of the short and fat man was obviously very difficult, but what attracted my attention was not this, but the city itself - looking at the people on the street, I felt as if I had returned to the Republic of China era. I remember that the rickshaw was a means of transportation in the early 20th century. In other words, am I going back to the past almost a hundred years ago? I couldn't help but feel doubtful, and even doubted the relationship between the girl and this short, fat man. If the two people are really father and daughter, the girl should be at least ninety years old in modern times. Lying in the coffin was clearly a young girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties at best, and the doubts in my heart deepened. And as time went by, I found that this time the prophetic dream lasted for an extra long time. I followed this man and watched him pull a rickshaw from day to dusk, but there was still no chance of waking up from the dream. sign. "Is it because I became an underground burial master that my ability to predict dreams has become stronger?" Before I separated from Miss Zihui, she once explained to me in detail the knowledge about precognitive dreams. The so-called precognitive dreams do not mean that you can only see what is about to happen. Predicting upcoming dangers is just one of the functions of precognitive dreams. In addition, precognitive dreams can also see the demon spirits on monsters, the past and present lives of a soul, etc. The role of precognitive dreams is very wide, but generally speaking, precognitive dreams are a kind of reflection on the reincarnation of cause and effect. hint. This effect is especially obvious when a psychic encounters the soul of someone who died unjustly. The reason why an unjust spirit is an unjust spirit is because it dies with hatred in its heart. It does not want to dissipate, so it keeps wandering in the world. Over time, it absorbs the evil energy and turns into a resentful ghost. The first thing that grudge ghosts do is to understand the resentment in their hearts, and the way psychics deal with such grudges is different from ordinary demon slayers. They are more humane. Through precognitive dreams, they have a glimpse into the past and present lives of resentful ghosts, understand their difficulties, and through this, they can follow the guidance - whether it is the ghosts of resentment or ghosts, in the final analysis, they are all evolved from humans. The person who needs to tie the bell, the psychic can play this role. So I think, if it is really because I became an underground burial master that my ability to predict dreams has been further improved, then what is happening now seems to be explainable. I watched a man pull a rickshaw for a day, and he still didn't get any rest. He didn't even have time to wipe off his sweat before he went to work as a waiter in a small restaurant. At around eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the man took his wages, two instant noodles, and other leftover food from the landlady and headed home. After that, I stayed in a precognitive dream for several days - the time in the precognitive dream and the time in reality cannot be equated, but I still couldn't help but feel a little anxious, after all, I was now possessed by the coffin. I don't have much time. But since I am still having a precognitive dream, it should mean that it is not yet time for the coffin to burn. I don’t know how to escape from the precognitive dream, so I can only calm down and continue watching. After this period of observation, I discovered that the man’s name was Hu Dabao and the little girl’s name was Hu Hui. And this era is not the early 20th century as I guessed. If calculated from the time point of view, it was probably in the 1960s and 1970s. By this time, the Cultural Revolution had ended. Hu Dabao should have been a child of a landlord. After being disturbed by the Red Guards, it became this miserable look. But even so, in modern times, this girl named Hu Hui is still outrageous when she is only twenty-five or six years old. She should be at least in her forties. But within a few days after this question appeared in my mind, I got the answer. That day, I originally planned to follow Hu Dabao out to watch him work as usual, but I found that I couldn't leave the house no matter what - after opening the door, there was a dark and twisted space, and I couldn't take a step forward. I knew that something had changed in my dream and that something was going to happen at Hu Dabao's house, so I waited quietly. In fact, Hu Hui has reached the age to go to school this year, but because her family has no money, she can only stay at home and cannot go out. Children from poor families are more precocious. Hu Hui is a very well-behaved child and never cares about being alone at home. If you don't want to cry, you can either read quietly or sing alone, lying on the window and watching the passers-by outside, waiting for your father to come home. Hu Hui still looked the same that day, but when the time reached noon, there was a knock on the door outside. Hu Hui was startled for a moment, with a hint of fear in her eyes. After hesitating for a while, she shrank back into the room. She was very smart and remembered Hu Dabao's words and did not open the door. However, this was just the beginning. When the people outside the door found that no one opened the door after knocking for a while, they began to knock on the door even more frantically, appearing very irritable. Hu Hui was so frightened that she huddled under the quilt and shivered. I stared at the door closely, and there was an ominous premonition in my heart. At this moment, there was a loud noise at the door. As the door opened, a burst of wild laughter also sounded - I saw a drunk man standing outside the door. Half of his face seemed to have been burned, and his eyes were It's not the eyes, it's not the nose, it's not the mouth, it's not the mouth, the face is scary, the face is red, and the legs seem to be lame, and the walking posture is limping. I stared at this guy for a while, and suddenly I remembered who he was - a guy named Wang Gang from the head of the village. The villagers called this guy Wang Laizi. He usually didn't have a serious job, so he just knew how to flirt around. The widow would run away immediately when she saw him. And this guy seems to have some grudges with Hu Dabao. Sometimes when I meet him, he will always sneer at Hu Dabao. Hu Dabao is a simple character. He seems to have no idea why this guy always targets him, but I feel like I can make a rough guess. . This lame Wang was born a poor man. For three generations, his ancestors were poor and wore crotchless pants. Although Hu Dabao was also a poor man now, he was very dissatisfied with him in the eyes of lame Wang. Because Hu Dabao was once the child of a landlord, Wang Laizi was very happy to see him sink to this level. He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't make trouble with Hu Dabao for a day. However, the grudge between Wang Laizi and Hu Dabao only stayed between two adults. This was the first time that they pried open the door to find his daughter knowing that Hu Dabao was not at home. When Cripple Wang appeared in the house with a wine bottle in one hand and dragging his lame leg on the other, Hu Hui was so frightened by this guy that she hugged the quilt and cried. Half of Wang Laizi's face had been burned, which was scary, but now after drinking, his face was red. The wound was red, and bloodshot traces were clearly visible under the thin skin. "Are you the daughter of Hu Dabao's grandson? Haha... You really deserve to be the daughter of a landlord. She's so handsome."