Now it seems that I am thinking too much about my illusions. Mr. Wang not only has no malicious intentions towards me, but also is surprisingly good to me. Maybe my feelings towards Dr. Liu are just because I have too much of a concern. Those strange experiences have made me feel a little nervous. That strange dream is still done every day, but no matter how hard I try, I can't see the appearance of that woman clearly. It's still vague, just like the one in the wooden house.

My pocket gradually became fuller, and the scar girl's condition improved. She sometimes recognized me and talked to me, but it was no longer as unscrupulous as before. Moreover, every time I asked her why she lied to me and what happened, she would look confused and couldn't remember it every time. On several occasions, she even became very manic, pulling her hair hard and shouting. I never dared to ask her about the past. Anyway, her condition has indeed improved. As long as she persists, there will be an answer.

One night, I was with the Scar Girl until very late, and suddenly I heard someone whispering in the next room. Although I couldn't understand what he was saying, the language was very familiar to me, because they were exactly the same song I sang in my dream.

I listened carefully to the words I couldn't understand. The person might be a real mental patient, because his words were always repeated a few words, and sometimes he would suddenly giggle a few times. That night I only understood the two words he said: "Pahhu." I quickly ran to the next door to see who the person was, but the door of the room was locked and I could not see anything. I tried to find the answer from the nurse, but the nurse just looked at me and said that the hospital stipulated that relevant information should not be leaked.

So I kept listening to the sounds over there with my spirits, but then I didn't hear anything else. The next morning, I heard someone open the door and took him out. I hurriedly opened the door and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair with many doctors wearing white coats and masks around me. Through the gap, I saw that the person's head was lit. I rushed forward to find out if I heard the "Pahu" wrongly, or if the random pronunciation of mental patients occasionally was similar, but the doctors stopped me and I couldn't get close at all, so I had to give up. At night, the next door was quiet and I never heard that person come back again.

In the morning, I walked out of the hospital and saw the old man squatting at the door, holding a cold steamed bun in his hand, gnawing while watching everyone coming out of it. When I saw him, I remembered me a few days ago. I touched my pocket and had some left after paying the medical bills. So I bought a few hot buns from the breakfast shop next door and handed them to him.

The old man looked up at me, but did not pick up my bun, lowered his head and continued to chew his own cold bun, and said something in a low voice. He said very lightly, and bit the bun again in his mouth. I didn't hear clearly what he said, but I still walked forward, took the old man's hand, put the bun in his hand. The old man pushed the bun out with force, glared at me fiercely, and moved his body backwards, but did not leave the door of the hospital.

The old man's performance made me very embarrassed. I handed the bun in my hand forward and said, "Old man, I really have nothing else to do." The old man looked at the bun in my hand, his eyes suddenly opened wide, threw the cold steamed bun in his hand on the ground, and rushed towards me and grabbed my hand. I didn't expect that an old man's movement would be so rapid, just like a cheetah pounced at me, which really scared me.

I said, "Eat slowly, don't hurry."

But obviously I misunderstood what the old man meant. He pushed the bun in my hand to the ground, then held my right hand, without blinking. I saw his lips trembling slightly, and tears flashing faintly at the corners of his eyes.

I was also frightened by his appearance and hurriedly pulled my hand back hard, but the old man was extremely strong, as if my hand was his whole life waiting for him, and as soon as he let it go, it would disappear. He grabbed me tightly and felt me ​​exerting force. He looked up at me, his face was red, as if he had seen the most precious thing. His lips were trembling, as if he wanted to say something to me, but he was so excited that his lips trembled for a long time before he could barely say a word. As soon as he heard this, my nerves that had gradually relaxed recently suddenly became tense again.

The old man said something I couldn't understand, and it seemed that he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time. He seemed very stiff when he opened his mouth, but I was shocked by what he said, because I was so familiar with the pronunciation, just like the song I sang, just like what I heard in my dream! I pulled my hand back with force, and the old man in front of me seemed to be a demon, trying to drive me into the boundless fear again from the happy life I finally found.

When the old man saw me pulling my hand back, he immediately grabbed it again, and was still saying things I couldn't understand. I shouted loudly, "What are you doing, let me go." The dispute between the two attracted many passers-by to watch. After hearing this sentence, the old man was stunned on his face. He looked at me and said, "Who is your Asha? Who is Agala? How did you come out? Why are you okay?" This time he used Mandarin. Although it was still very crappy, it always made me understand.

There were more and more people watching the crowd, and I said loudly: "What's Asha Allah, I don't know what you are talking about."

The old man looked puzzled and wanted to take my hand again. I turned my body to the side and avoided it. I was already ready to leave with my hands, and I almost thought that this old man was a mental illness, but the moment I was about to turn around, I heard the old man whispering to himself: "Impossible, absolutely not wrong, this is definitely the flesh and blood of our Gexi Village!"

I have always wanted to find the secret hidden in "The Old House", so that I can resurrect Xiao Rui, learn more about what I don't know, and even directly figure out my own life experience. But the old man's words made me feel moved, as if in his eyes, I was born in Gexi Village.

I stopped and said to the old man, "Old man, if you have anything, let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly." The old man nodded. Although he was still confused, he still followed me forward. But he kept holding my hand, as if he was afraid that I would run away. I thought about it and did not pull out my hand.

I took the old man into a tea bar, found a small private room, and asked the waiter not to come in to disturb him, and then prepared to talk to the old man about Gexi Village, but after I sat down, I realized that I didn't know where to ask. The old man was sitting opposite me, still with a look of confusion, but his eyes were staring straight at my hands.

I thought about it and said, "Old man, what should I call you?" The old man looked at me, was stunned, and said, "They used to call me Asimo." After a pause, he said to himself, "No one has called me that for a long time, and I can't even remember it myself." The old man's face was a little vicissitudes, and his eyes looked at the tea in front of him, as if he was recalling something. I saw a layer of fog in his eyes.

I coughed softly and said, "Dad Asimo, did you know me before?" Although Asimo is old, his brain is still very good. He heard what I mean, and shook his head and said, "I don't know you, but maybe Asha and Agala who know you."

This is the second time I heard Asimo say about Asha and Agala, and asked curiously: "What are Asha and Agala?"

The old man's expression had gradually calmed down. When he heard me say this, he suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face flushed, and even the blood vessels on his neck became terrifyingly thick. He pointed at my nose with one hand and gasped in his mouth. Obviously, what I just said made him very angry.

I for no reason, quickly helped him sit down and asked, "Dad Asimo, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" The old man slapped my hand and said, "The people of our Gexi Village who are unfilial to them will be cursed by Pahu."

My heart jumped violently. I had never known what Pahu was. From Wang Zihua's mouth, from No. 46's mouth, and from the room next to the hospital, I heard the word Pahu, but I had never known what Pahu was. Asimo in front of me, we could tell from his words that he was actually a native of Gexizhai who had been mysteriously missing for decades. More importantly, he seemed to know what Pahu was. My eyes became extremely eager. I grabbed Asimo's hand and asked repeatedly: "What is Pahu? What is Pahu?!" In fact, I still didn't want to mention those past events again. Those experiences left me with extreme fear, but seeing hope was right in front of me, I didn't care about anything.

When the old man heard me talking about Pahu, his whole body suddenly stiffened, his face showed a look of fear and fear, and he began to talk to himself softly. I heard him say, "I don't, I really don't, why? Why?" At that moment, I saw the expression on the old man's face, as if he was dying.

I helped him sit down slowly, not daring to push him too tightly. After finally waiting for him to calm down, I asked carefully: "Dad, what exactly is Pahu?"

The old man Asimo's face was still gloomy and terrible. He looked at me, and was stunned and said, "Didn't your Asha and Agala tell you?" When I heard Asimo repeatedly talk about Asha and Agala, I heard it inexplicably, but I didn't dare to speak casually, for fear that I would offend the old man again, so I responded vaguely.

The old man seemed a little absent-minded and did not pursue my coping answer. He sat blankly, and I didn't dare to disturb him. He finally saw the old man breathing a sigh of relief, as if he had suddenly become much older. He pulled my right hand and said, "You can't even understand the words of our Gexi Village. It seems that you are a miserable child again." He stroked my hand and continued, "We Gexi Village people call our mother Asha and our father Agala. You are the descendants of our Gexi Village people. Remember it well."

I thought to myself that I don’t even know my origin, why do you just be sure that I am from Gexizhai? If I have something in common with Gexizhai, it is that we are all the same mystery. I originally wanted to deny it immediately, but suddenly I felt a move in my heart and thought of a possibility: Scar girl and Xiao Rui look so similar, and Xiao Rui is the clone of my clone. Will Scar girl be my other clone? Scar girl comes from a small village. If the village she mentioned is Gexizhai, would I really be here? This idea made my heart beat faster, but I don’t understand why the old man came to this conclusion.

The old man saw through my expression and shook his head and said, "I can't read it wrong. Look at your little finger carefully." I don't need to look at it, and I know that the second joint of my little finger has grown very thick since I was a child, and it can almost be said to be a developmental deformity. This is a regret in my heart. At this time, when Asimo said, I couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with my little finger?"

Asimo's tone suddenly became very proud. He also raised his right little finger and said, "We Gexi Village people are born heroes, and even the weakest little finger is full of power. This is the favor of the gods to us Gexi Village people. Only Gexi Village people have such little fingers!" Under the light, I saw that the old man Asimo's right little finger was the same as mine, and the second joint was particularly thick and strong.

If I hadn't experienced so many things recently and knew that there was an existence called immortal in the world, I would have cursed at this time, because I had completely disbelief of all this before. But the experience over the past few months made me know that there are many things in the world that we cannot understand, and I have become less impulsive than before. Although I don't want to admit it, there is indeed this phenomenon in genetics. People from a certain ethnic group will indeed be different from others. Could it be that I am really a descendant of the Gexizhai people?

My heartbeats faster, and the truth seems to be right in front of me. I try to make my tone appear calmer, saying that I really don’t know that I am a descendant of Gexizhai people, and I have never even heard of this place. I am an orphan, and only know that my adoptive parents are Han people. I expressed my suspicion in front of the old man Asimo in moderation, and at the same time, I did not forget to pretend to be curious about Gexizhai things. After so many things, I have become aware of using masks to disguise my intentions.

Old man Asimo said, "I know, I know it must be like this. You are not the first one." I didn't know what he was talking about, but I still had to pretend to be relish. I said, "Then you tell me about Gexi Village. How is Gexi Village now? And that Pahu."

Asimo's body trembled, obviously this was a topic he didn't want to mention. My heart was filled with guilt, but for myself, I could only let myself down.

The old man was stunned and said to me as if he had made a great determination: "You are a descendant of the people of Gexizhai. I should tell you this too, otherwise no one will know the history of these Gexizhai again."
Chapter completed!