It was already dark when Vanilla returned home from her mother's cemetery, and there were a few barking dogs along the way. The leaves on the trees gradually withered and turned yellow, appearing insignificant and blurry before nightfall. The wind slightly deepened the cold chill, and Vanilla tightened its grip.

She tightened her collar and knew that her father had already cooked dinner and was waiting for her.

Because I witnessed my mother's miserable condition with my own eyes, I didn't have a good meal for several days. I always felt sick and everything looked like blood.

She ate something hastily and turned off the lights early and went to bed. She couldn't fall asleep even though Vanilla was lying on the bed. She opened her eyes and looked out the dark window, looking at the space in the dark room. A kind of fear suddenly arose deep in her heart.

, she was afraid of entering the scene that had appeared in her dream before.

Her mother had been dead for so long, and Vanilla dreamed of her mother every night, dreaming that she was standing in front of her covered in blood. She kept saying something with a very anxious expression on her face.

Every time Vanilla struggled to wake up from her dream, her clothes were soaked with sweat all over her body.

Vanilla felt that this dream was very strange, as if it was a continuation of the previous dream. In the previous dream, she saw a person with his back turned to her, squatting among the banana flowers and eating something. As a result, her mother was killed, but now she dreams of her.

It often appears in dreams, as if it wants to tell myself something.

Vanilla turned her body sideways, trying to reject the bloody images in her mind. But no matter how much she rejected them, the images could not be driven away, and they were deeply imprinted in her brain like a brand.

There was no moon or stars at night, and everything around her was in a static state. The strange scene appeared again in Vanilla's dream. She could feel her body floating away from the wooden bed and slowly and lightly walked to the door.

The door opened silently, and Vanilla continued to walk forward.

There was a large area of ​​darkness all around, including villages, fields, and mountains and forests, as black as ink. Vanilla did not feel the wind blowing in her hair, nor did she hear the barking of dogs in the village.

Vanilla felt like a light shadow, floating to a certain place uncontrollably under the influence of a kind of temptation that could not be penetrated by the naked eye.

The place Vanilla went to this time was not the river beach with the Parma flowers, but a household.

Xiang Xiang, a resident of this house, seems to have been here before. Her mother must have brought her here to break through the door.

The closer she got to the door of this resident's house, Vanilla felt an uncontrollable sense of fear. She wanted to resist this temptation and refused to enter the door. But her body seemed to not belong to her and was completely out of her control, silently and silently.

It drifted into the family's door.

Vanilla had no time to care about the environment, and she stared blankly at the strange scene in front of her.

Vanilla at this moment was like watching the climax of the horror episode in a TV series. The man's back was still facing her, and his back was still trembling. It must have been a slight tremor caused by chewing something.

What's even more weird is that the figure from behind visually knew that Vanilla was coming. He was slowly twisting his neck, trying to turn his head to face Vanilla behind him.

Vanilla suddenly woke up from her dream, feeling cold sweat all over her body.

Vanilla opened her eyes and looked at the dark space at a loss. Her gaze was cast on the window with a ray of light. The branches outside the window were projected on the paper window frame. The shadows swaying in the wind really looked like ghosts.

, ready to move, as if about to pounce in. Seeing this scene, Vanilla couldn't help but tremble, and quickly pulled the quilt tightly to cover her head and face.

At this moment, Vanilla heard a 'bang' sound from her door.

It was just Vanilla and her father at home. The sound of the door must have meant that her father had woken up to take a rest at night! Vanilla didn't think much about it and didn't dare to poke her head out to see anything. She just covered her head in the quilt until she fell asleep.

In the morning, the chirping of birds woke up Vanilla from her sleep. She stretched lazily and looked up at the window, where the bright sky was already shining brightly.

Vanilla lifted the quilt and turned over to sit up. When she lifted her legs and got out of bed, she glanced at her feet and froze immediately.

Vanilla shook her head and tried to remember whether she washed her feet and went to bed last night. After thinking about it for a few seconds, she definitely remembered that she went to bed after washing her feet last night. But how could these feet be stained with mud? She was confused and confused.

I thought as I put my feet into the cloth shoes next to the bed. The scene in my dream came to my mind. Did I really go out with bare feet?

Before Vanilla packed up and walked out of the room, she heard someone shouting daddy from the door.

Vanilla finished buttoning the door and opened the floral curtain, and walked out to see "Fake Gentleman" saying something to her father.

"Daughter, wash your face and eat quickly." Zhang Wangcai saw Xiang Xiang and shouted to her hurriedly.

"Oh." Vanilla agreed, giving a shy smile to the 'fake gentleman', and quickly went into the kitchen to wash her face and eat.

As Vanilla ate the rice, she was still struggling with the strange thing that happened to her. She took a bite of rice and picked up a pair of chopsticks to make the home-made bean paste. Before she put it into her mouth, her eyes fell on the red bean paste in the blue flower soil bowl on the dining table.

, there was a spasm in the stomach, and nausea rushed into the throat. After a period of retching, nothing came out.

'Fake Sven' finished speaking and left. Dad heard Vanilla making a sound of vomiting and hurried in.

"What's wrong, girl? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Vanilla shook her head and stared at the dining table in a daze. Her mind was entangled with the scenes that appeared in her dream, and the wooden chopsticks in her hand were slowly placed on the dining table.

"Girl, you..." Zhang Wangcai looked at his daughter's too pale cheek and asked distressedly: "Girl, if you feel uncomfortable, you have to go and have a look. You are so thin."

Zhang Wangcai's throat became hard as he spoke. He inexplicably thought of the good things about his aunt. It would be great if she had not died or done anything wrong.

"I'm fine." Vanilla put down the bowl and chopsticks and comforted her father. Then she asked, "Why are you pretending to be polite?"

"Oh, you better not ask, just squat at home." Dad looked back in panic and told Vanilla.

"Are they scolding me again?" Vanilla asked, looking at her father seriously.

"No, something happened to the maid your mother was befriending last night."

Dad's words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking Vanilla.

Ma’am! Could it be the family that appeared in the dream last night? Vanilla remembers that my mother always likes to go to their house to chat with her. In the village, she is also my mother’s best sister, Mao Gen (non-blood sisters who became sworn brothers in the same year). Unfortunately, in

After something happened to her mother, she took it upon herself to tell her what her mother had said to her, adding even more detail to it.

As a result, Vanilla and her father were scolded a lot, but how did Niannian die?

As expected, Vanilla listened to her father's words and did not go out. She was half-lying on the bed with her hands on her knees. She looked at the wall in a daze with an expressionless face. The scenes in her dream were like pages in a book, with layers upon layers of pages.

The words were densely packed and blurry. She didn’t recognize any of them, and she didn’t know what the scene in the picture was about.

While thinking about it, Vanilla couldn't help but look at her feet covered in the quilt. If it was a nightmare, why were there mud on her feet?
Chapter completed!