On the horizon, the setting sun casts its last rays of light onto the earth, and the rocks and trees in the courtyard are coated with a thin layer of gold.

But soon, the sun completely sank below the sea level, and the sky suddenly became dark.

Ye Huairan walked out of the courtyard gate, looked at the fork in the road at his feet, thought for a while, and then relied on his vague memory to find his way to the backyard.

She fell into the water ten years ago. Ye Zechuan once took her to the backyard to change clothes. Later, Yin Mochen often took her to the backyard kitchen. Therefore, even after so many years, she was still ready to find the backyard.

The door to the backyard is shabby and worn, with the wooden door ajar and an opened brass lock hanging on the door handle.

Ye Huairan looked at the depressing and almost deserted backyard, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Back then, this small courtyard held all the memories of brother Zechuan's childhood, but now it only remains desolate and desolate.

"Brother Zechuan? Are you there? Can I come in?" She was listening to the door and asked, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear anyone in the hospital respond.

Ye Huairan hesitated for a while, then raised his hand to push open the backyard door.

Before I even stepped through the threshold, a musty smell mixed with dust rushed into my nose.

She couldn't help but frown, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a huge spider spinning a web next to the door frame. As if sensing someone was intruding, the spider turned its round little head and looked in her direction.

He glanced at it, then turned his head back and continued to concentrate on spinning silk and making webs.

Ye Huairan looked at the flower spider, which was about the size of a child's fist, and covered her mouth in time to prevent herself from screaming.

She held her breath, slowly walked around the spider step by step, and walked into the yard.

Looking back at the big spider lying motionless on the spider web, Ye Huairan took a long breath and continued walking inside.

Thick dust accumulated on the firewood piles, axes, stools, and buckets placed in the yard. It was obvious that no one had lived here for a long, long time.

She walked to the door of the main house, stopped, and asked softly inside: "Brother Zechuan, are you here?"

She walked in without waiting for an answer.

"Brother Zechuan, are you... ah!" Ye Huairan looked around the main room and continued to call. Unexpectedly, she saw a black shadow in front of the old wooden cabinet. She was suddenly startled.

He blurted out a scream.

It was completely dark. There were no lights in this room, and the light was so poor that I could barely make out the outline of the black shadow.

"Brother Zechuan, it's you!" Ye Huairan squinted his eyes for a long time before he recognized the person on the ground.

I saw Ye Zechuan kneeling upright on the ground at this time, holding Ye Suxue's spiritual tablet tightly in his arms. The clothes he was originally wearing had been taken off and put on a black cloth shirt, which was completely black from the inside out.

Such a heavy color made him blend into the cold night.

He seemed to have not moved for a long time, and now he suddenly heard a sound. He was stunned for a moment before slowly looking sideways at her. There was a look of sadness between his eyebrows, which were not very fond of smiling, and there was a deep look under his eyes.

shadow.

It was just thirty-six hours since they had seen each other, but Ye Huairan felt that he seemed to have lost weight and his complexion was extremely bad.
Chapter completed!