My Iyashikei Game Chapter 362: Healing players

Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief when the little boy was finally willing to believe in himself. Only then did he have 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.

"My father asked you to come here?" The boy saw Han Fei staring at his house, he was like the little owner of the house, and 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 had a good habit and didn't like to persecute. Others will lower their posture when speaking and try to make the other person more comfortable.

Hearing Han Fei’s answer, the little boy was a little disappointed. He shook his head: "I have been staying 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 into other rooms and have a look?"

"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 knows very well that this is a room with two 4s in the house number. The scariest ghost in the house probably hasn'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 am asleep." The little boy's tone was naive, he was true Believe these words my mother said.

"Then why didn't you do what your mother said? You didn't go to bed, and you 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 hoped Dealing with children. 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 when I fall asleep. I still have a lot of questions to ask my dad."

"Problem? What is the problem?"

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

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

"En."

"Have 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 is 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 over in the closet by the bed, like a mouse or a bug.

Han Fei knew that there was another secret in the closet in the dead building, 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 is a bowl of white rice next to the photo, and half of the yellow paper is buried in the white rice, with a name-Laisheng written on it, and the various steps of evocation.

"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 him very well. Mother, his age is too young: "The uncle and aunt who came to visit 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, as far away as one year. I can come back once. I don’t understand why they want to do this kind of work?"

The little boy looked at the photo of Dad in the closet. He was short and couldn't reach it. He hoped that Han Fei could help him take it 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 adults don’t lie to children, but I always I feel like they are lying to me, do you know what death is?"

"Dead?" 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 water. Inside."

"What does that mean?"

"It’s like going home. Of course, I’m 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. Saying this to a child may be because he never regarded the inhabitants of the deep world as NPCs, but regarded them as the same people as himself.

"Death is going home? Then why are so many people afraid of death? Why does mother cry?" The boy seemed to have finally found someone who could talk to himself, and he was anxious to get 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 Seeing countless scenery and lights, we will warm others and be warmed by others. We are like spots of light, illuminating the night sky on the way home."

"Light spot?" The boy frowned his cute eyebrows. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly pointed to the pewter wax beside me: "I understand, we are like candles. At first it was wax, and then it glowed. , And finally turned into 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 at the child's metaphor and understanding ability. This child is 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 the first time to think so seriously: "We are 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 to serve as fuel , Life will rise with flames, 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, I will take you The torch in hand is passed to another person~IndoMTL.com~ so that the night is always illuminated by us."

The boy raised his head, his eyes were still blank: "But my dad 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 own. Hand, 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 was staggered by a half-palm-wide gap, and two pale faces were staring at him silently.

The body stiffened for an instant, and Han Fei didn't think he took a step back. He touched the bookshelf with his hand, and a picture book with Laisheng's name fell to the ground.

The picture book is spread out, and father and mother are drawn with colored pens on it, except for himself.