The night is getting darker and the fog is getting darker.

There was a vast amount of water vapor floating in the courtyard, layer by layer, shrouded in mist.

There was no moon at night, and only dim yellow street lights illuminated the ground in Qiao Zhai.

Light and shadow are intertwined, branches are intertwined, and one landscape painting after another is projected on the ground.

In the bedroom, Fang Ya fell asleep in a daze.

Head, dull pain.

Her little hands were holding the quilt tightly, and there were big drops of sweat on her forehead.

"Yaya, Yaya, grandpa is here to see you. Do you miss grandpa?"

"No, no..." Fang Ya closed her eyes tightly, murmuring and sweating.

"Yaya, it's so cold outside, can you let grandpa come in?"

A low, old voice floated in the air...

"Yaya, it's cold and painful. Grandpa's heart ailment has come back again..."

"Yaya, where is the medicine? Where is the medicine you bought for me..."

"Yaya, Yaya... you haven't seen grandpa for a long time..."

"Grandpa misses you..."

"No, no..." Fang Ya's hands gripped the quilt tightly, her facial features twisted and painful, "Grandpa, your death really has nothing to do with me. I didn't touch the car, it was Qiao Tianyou, Qiao Tianyou."

In the darkness, Fang Ya's voice was tense and her shoulders twitched.

She was so scared that she shrank into a ball, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams in her mind.

Qin Shien's voice floated in his ears, swaying back and forth, sounding like reality and yet also like a dream.

She shivered with fear and clutched the corners of the quilt tightly.

The pillow was already damp, and I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

"Yaya, the medicine you gave grandpa was so bitter..."

Qin Shien's voice kept echoing in Fang Ya's ears, like wind and ghost.

Erratic, like a bee buzzing near the earlobe.

"Grandpa, please stop torturing me...I will burn paper for you tomorrow...okay...Grandpa..." Fang Ya grabbed the quilt, sweating all over her body.

At this moment, Fang Ya heard the sound of the medicine bottle shaking.

The pills bounced around in the bottle, making a "dong-dong-dong" sound.

"Ah..." Fang Ya covered her head, her headache was about to explode, "Don't... don't..."

"Yaya, help grandpa try this medicine to see if it is bitter..."

An old, vigorous voice sounded, mixed with the sound of pills.

Fang Ya's whole body collapsed when she heard this voice.

The headache was already severe, but now my whole body felt like I was in dire straits and in unbearable pain.

She covered her ears with her hands, not wanting to hear this sound that sounded like a dream.

"Yaya, Yaya..."

"Grandpa... don't push me, stop pushing me..." Fang Ya cried bitterly, "I secretly changed the medicine you took, but your death has nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter!"

"Oh, Yaya, you don't love grandpa anymore... you don't even come to accompany grandpa..." The old man sighed.

Fang Ya became more and more creepy, her body trembling with fear.

"No, I don't want to accompany you. I don't want to die. I want to live and live well..."

"Yaya, you have taken away all grandpa's things, what should grandpa do..." The old man sighed again.

The long sigh sounded particularly scary in the darkness.

It's like a bell ringing in the dark night, tinkling, tinkling, clear but ethereal.

There is a kind of illusion and etherealness that cannot be grasped.

"Grandpa...didn't you give me those things...Grandpa, you can't go back on your word...Grandpa, can I burn paper for you? Whatever you want, I will burn it for you." Fang Ya hid under the quilt, having a headache.

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