Sometimes when I am alone at night, I always ask myself whether we use our eyes or ears to see the world.

I really didn't expect that this sound had stopped me. I looked up at the teacher. I couldn't remember where I had seen him or that, or I didn't know the teacher standing on the podium at all. While I was in a daze, he knocked on the podium again with a wooden stick:

"Who is Xu Shanping?"

I sat on the far right side of the classroom against the wall, silently raising my hand, but he hadn't seen it yet. Just as he was about to shout for the third time, my deskmate shouted at him:

"Teacher, here."

Then the middle-aged man took a wooden stick and walked in front of me:

"You are Xu Shanping, why don't you respond?"

Before I could answer, he went to the other side and started his self-introduction. Then, the whole class became a self-introduction for the whole class. The rest of the teachers would spend a little time in the first class to introduce themselves and the rest would start. Only he seemed to care very much about the progress and used a whole class to introduce them. In fact, such a teacher would be the easiest to win the favor of students.

A day in junior high school suddenly made me feel refreshed, different classrooms, different teachers, different classmates, and different atmospheres. In elementary school, no matter how clean the classroom was, the corridors were spacious and the classmates were lively, I felt that it was not mine. Here, I actually found a sense of belonging.

On my way home on my creaking bicycle, I met Zhou Hu, a classmate in elementary school who didn’t talk much before. This person is one of my friends in junior high school. His family opened a beauty shop on the street. I really don’t think much about opening a beauty shop in the countryside, but unexpectedly, the business is pretty good. Now the living standards in rural areas have really improved...

I rode my bike and went home slowly. I had less homework on my first day of school. I thought I could go out to play for a while after finishing my writing early. I wondered if Sun Tian would appear in the fitness square. When I rode home, I found that there was no car at home. According to normal times, my father and mother should have got home from get off work. I am your mother now. I saw the grandmother standing with a bullet crutch and standing at the kitchen door again. Every time I saw this crutch, I remembered the scene when my aunt took me to the train to Lanzhou and was pulled back by my father.

"Pingping, you are back. Something happened to your father. You are in the town hospital now..."

This sentence suddenly hit my interest. Shouldn't my father go to work? Why did something happen?

"ah?"

The grandmother probably was a little tired from standing, so she found a place to sit down:

"Your father rested today and didn't go to work. He just wanted to take me to the street with him, so he rode my tricycle. I sat in the back and he rode in front. It was fine, but somehow a motorcycle rushed out of the intersection and hit your father's seat. Fortunately, your uncle was picking up customers on the street, and he was taken to the hospital. Your mother and grandpa are in the hospital now. It's so scary. My life is almost gone. I really don't know how this person rides a bike, is it because he doesn't have eyes or something..."

I put down my schoolbag on my back and heard the sound of riding a bike outside to the door:

"Pingping, your mom asked me to take you over and see your dad."

The uncle came in. He usually drove a van on the street to take away customers, but he would bother him wherever he used the car. I followed him into the car and he told me a rough situation. When I was sent to the hospital, my mother was standing at the door of the hospital waiting for me. I followed her to the inpatient department:

"Pingping, don't be afraid when you see it when you go in later. It may be a bit scary. Your father's current application should be a major surgery. Your grandmother will pick him up to his hospital tomorrow."

The moment I entered the ward, I was indeed frightened by the scene in front of me. My father was lying on the hospital bed and watching the TV on the wall. One leg was hanging up with a bandage, and the leg was covered with solidified blood. The whole calf was deformed, which shows how terrifying the situation was at that time.

Although my father is really disgusting to me, people's hearts are fleshy after all, and I still feel the urge to cry when I see my biological father turning into this. My father seemed unwilling to talk to anyone, so my mother pulled me out for dinner. A new wonton shop next to the town hospital seemed to be doing well, so I went there to eat. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, it's the right way to eat it.

I ordered a seafood wonton worth five yuan, and my mother said she didn't order it. As soon as she sat down, my mother stretched out and rubbed her face:

"Oh, how could this happen? It's really a natural disaster. The key is that the person riding a motorcycle is also confused. Son, do you think there are really ghosts in this world?"

When my mother said this, a trace of fear flowed through her eyes.

"I don't know why I suddenly told me about this."

Mother sighed:

"After your father was hit, the man was called over and asked by the police. Do you know what that person said?"

I shook my head, lowered my head and scooped a small wonton with a spoon and put it into my mouth.

"The man said that he was also going to the street to buy vegetables. He was driving a motorcycle well, but somehow suddenly he suddenly got dark and hit your dad. After he hit your dad, he was frightened, and he didn't know what was going on."

I felt the taste was a little light, so I added some vinegar and chili:

"It's so mysterious. I guess I don't want to lose money after the collision."

My mother nodded:

"It's possible, right, but this kind of thing is not just happening to your father. In the past, there was an old man in our hometown, who was shopping for vegetables like him. As he walked, he suddenly saw a dark head and a head was stuck in the mud. The old man thought he was old and had something wrong with his mind, but there was no problem when he went to your grandfather to see a large hospital outside. Then our hometown people said that this was a ghost covering his head, but there was something invisible covering your eyes. Later, the old man went there before he passed. I said don't be afraid of these."

I patted my chest:

"How could my real man be afraid of these things?"

My mother nodded. After eating, we saw my grandmother riding an electric bike from outside the hospital. It was not easy to come from Linshi at night. Looking at her anxious expression, my mother and I didn't talk much. She probably rushed to the ward as fast as she walked on weekdays. She burst into tears as soon as she got in. She grabbed my father's hand:

"Oh my Minfeng, who is blind and knocked you into this way? He is really a short-lived ghost. You are really suffering from life. My son..."

My mother and I didn't want to hear this, so we went out together. My mother and I took things and left the hospital separately with my grandmother. After all, there is something more thoughtful than taking care of our own mother. And tomorrow we have something to do. I want to go to school, and my mother needs to go to the factory to ask for leave. Their boss is elusive, and he can't find anyone before he asks for leave, so he has to hurry up early.

My aunt also heard about this. When I arrived at the classroom the next day when I was in school, my aunt called me out to ask about the situation. After a brief talk, my aunt told me not to think about class seriously.

My father was transferred to the hospital in Linshi. This way he could take closer to my grandmother and take care of him. My mother also took a long vacation to take care of her father. My aunt also took a few days off to see my father's hospital, and she personally took me there. My aunt has been close to her father since she was a child. Although she had heard me talk about the situation before, she still had tears in her eyes when she saw her father lying on the hospital bed.

The attending doctor told us that my father's foot needs several surgeries to recover, and it is definitely not as quick as before after recovery, because the surgery required is more complicated and the skeleton needs to be fixed with instruments. That is, my father has to spend a period of time with a steel pipe, and grandma burst into tears when she heard the news.

Since this happened, my father basically rarely spoke. Only when my grandmother was muttering in his ears would complain a few times. My mother would buy him some magazines and newspapers in the surrounding bookstores. After all, the person lying in the same ward with him was an old man over 60 years old, so I guess there was no topic to talk about.

After four surgeries, my aunt asked me for a leave to see him again, but the situation was much worse than I thought. There was a steel pipe directly above my father's legs, and several small pipes were inserted into my father's flesh. The doctor said that only in this way can the bones be more deformed. If they are deformed, it will be a lifetime. My father thought that it was almost time to get the person who hit him to compensate, but he discovered something jaw-dropping on him as soon as he was discharged from the hospital.

The man riding a motorcycle who hit him died in another car accident just a few days after his father was transferred to the hospital...

When I heard this telling me from my mother's mouth, I remembered what she told me at the small wonton shop that day. Could it be that this is really what she calls the so-called ghost-covering head, which makes people feel a little scary.

The news had already spread in the village before my father returned home. The women who chattered on weekdays were talking about this matter in a low voice, all of which were discussing the man who was blindfolded by ghosts. Some said that he accidentally attracted a ghost while walking at night, while others said that he might have done something unethical. What's more, some said that he caused trouble in his previous life or that ghost was the little ghost he raised.

Humans are really a race with extremely rich imagination after being full...

Because there is no compensation, my father's large medical expenses were borne by my grandmother. My father temporarily lost the ability to work, and the only source of income for the family was my mother. The money my grandfather earned in the casino was only enough for him to use, and his family's life was getting harder and harder.

Sometimes when I come back from school, I don’t catch my mother off work. Most of the time I eat with my grandfather and my back-grandma. Even the old cat is hungry and loses weight.

The old cat was already at home when I was born. It has been staying in the yard since I can remember it. It is said that cats cannot control it, but the old cat is not. I heard from my father that the night he brought the old cat back, maybe it was because of his reluctance to leave his father that he never left this home that could not be fed.

Somehow, after my father came back, the old cat would wail in the courtyard every day. I don’t know if it was because I was hungry or because I felt my father’s pain. It is said that cats are very spiritual animals, and the old cat in my father’s mouth is a very smart cat. I believe that if something happened to his father, he would feel uncomfortable.

Because of the cat's wailing, the whole compound was filled with its sound, which made it difficult for me to fall asleep. My grandfather sometimes came out in the middle of the night to find ways to stop it, but no matter what, it still called the same. Whenever I get up at night and want to go to the bathroom, the dark environment and its cat's meows always make people feel cold behind me.

It is said that cats can see people but cannot see things. I wonder if they also see those things...

One night, my father couldn't stand it anymore by its screams, so he slowly went downstairs with his crutches. After hearing this, I quickly got up and helped him go downstairs. The moment the old cat saw him, I didn't know if I was wrong, but a dazzling green light flashed in its eyes and then it turned into the usual green.

After his father said a few words to it, he ran to his father's feet as if he understood it, raised his head and supported it on his injured leg and licked the steel pipe.

Then I went back to the place where it usually slept, in the pile of straw next to the pit downstairs. When I was holding my father upstairs, I suddenly felt that something was missing, but I couldn't remember what was missing.

My mother got up earlier than me, so she would call me up every time, but every time she finished cooking breakfast, she had no time to eat, so I could only take a few bites of porridge into her mouth and ride a bicycle to go to school. The few friends I made in the junior center were the reason why I was willing to go to school. I was a person who was tired of school at heart.

After class, I got home and saw my father sitting at the door, throwing a pair of crutches on the ground casually. I stopped the car and got out:

"Dad, why are you sitting here?"

My father lowered his head and wiped his tears:

"It's gone..."

Then I suddenly realized that what I had lost last night was the decay.

That was the dog that my father and I brought back from my grandma's place together. The whole family liked him very much, but he would usually fight with the old cat. When he went down yesterday, he only saw the old cat but did not see the old cat.

I quickly threw away my schoolbag and searched from the first floor to the fourth floor, but I could not see any trace of the catastrophe.

"Recently, a few dog-stealing people appeared in the village, probably they did it." This was what Haihai's wife, who came to visit, said. Their rich son helped them reorganize the house, and Haihai still looked abnormal.
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