Daughter-in-law

Chapter 33 The Paralyzed Old Man
"Who are you?" The palm rested on my shoulder, and then a man's voice sounded behind me.

I turned around and saw a middle-aged man standing behind him, about 50 or [-] years old, wearing a light blue Chinese tunic suit and wearing glasses, looking very refined.

Looking at him, I couldn't help raising my eyebrows, because there was a big gap between this man's face and his hands.

No matter how you look at this man's appearance, he is a gentle man, definitely not like doing physical labor, but his hands are completely different, one hand is like orange peel, and it is covered with calluses, as if he was doing it every day. It's the same as doing physical work.

The man looked at Duanmuqing and me, frowned slightly, and asked again: "What's the matter with you?"

"Are you the boss here? How much is the house price? We want to open a room." Before I could speak, Duanmuqing asked first.

The man froze for a moment when he heard his words, then glanced at me and then at Duanmuqing, with a strange expression on his face.

I know what he's thinking, that guy Duanmuqing really looks like a girl, and it's hard not to be misunderstood when the two of us come to open a room in such a remote place.

"The room is one hundred and one day. If you live here, you can pay a monthly subscription or a yearly subscription." The man said, it seems that he is really the owner of this auspicious apartment.

As he said that, he walked inside first, and Duanmuqing and I hurriedly followed behind him to the reception room on the first floor. The man glanced at our ID cards, took out a key, and pointed to us. Lou, said: "There are still vacancies in 206, you can live there."

"Thank you." Duanmuqing smiled and took the key.

"Are there many customers, boss?" Duanmuqing asked casually.

The boss lowered his head and cleared the table without even raising his head, and replied, "There are a few guests, all of whom are regular residents. By the way, the guy in room 207 next to you has a brain problem. Don't provoke him if you have nothing to do."

Hearing his words, I couldn't help frowning, and silently remembered his words.

Duanmuqing and I nodded, turned around and prepared to leave, at this moment, two strange voices came from the closed door inside.

Ah!Ah!
It sounded like the growl of some kind of beast.

Hearing this sound, I immediately stopped and looked towards the closed door.

The boss hurried over and opened the door, only to see a wheelchair inside with an old man sitting on it.

The old man looked to be eight or ninety years old, with white hair all over his head, sitting in a wheelchair with his neck tilted, drooling from his mouth, and hehe sound kept coming out of his throat.

That beast-like sound was made by him.

After a glance, I knew that the old man should be old and had completely lost the ability to move, that's why he looked like this.

The boss walked over, took out a tissue, and carefully cleaned up the saliva from the corner of the old man's mouth. The movements were very skillful. It seemed that he had been taking care of the old man for a long time.

I glanced at the old man and found that he was also looking at me, staring at me with his cloudy and slightly yellow eyes.

I sighed, knowing that the old man's days are numbered, and now he is like a dead tree, and it is only a matter of time before he falls down.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are things that people have to experience. No one can live forever. Everyone knows this truth, but when we really face life and death, there will still be great fear in our hearts.

Not really afraid of death, but afraid of the unknown.

Living in the world, we always have people and things we like, and the nostalgia for life is a kind of reluctance to let this world make you feel beautiful.

The old man's eyes seem to be cloudy, and he has lost much vitality, but I can still see the nostalgia for living in his eyes.

"Who is this?" I asked the boss.

"He is my uncle. He couldn't move ten years ago. I have been taking care of him for so many years." The boss helped the old man wipe his mouth and said to me.

Paralyzed ten years ago.

Hearing this, I couldn't help frowning. The reason why this auspicious apartment is called a haunted house is because of the case that happened ten years ago. The owner's family committed suicide by burning coal, and all of them died in it.

"Then he is?" I asked the boss a little strangely.

"You've heard about that case, right? The family that died was my cousin and his son. Ever since the accident happened to my cousin's family, my uncle had a cerebral hemorrhage and became paralyzed." The boss adjusted his glasses and said calmly.

I nodded and didn't ask any more questions, because this kind of thing is a kind of pain that no one wants to mention.

This boss was able to take care of his uncle for ten years, so he should be a good person.

Ah!Ah!
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, the old man made two more strange noises from his throat, and then I saw his hand raised.

I didn't pay attention just now, but seeing his hand now, I couldn't help frowning.

Because this old man looks to be 90 or [-] years old, all his hair has fallen out, and his face is full of wrinkles, but his hands are completely different. His skin looks smooth, even delicate, without any age spots.

Except for the long slightly curly nails, those hands did not look like the hands that an old man who is about to die should have.

I suddenly thought of the rough hands of the boss, and felt that it would be appropriate for them to change.

The old man was still staring at me, his cloudy eyes were motionless, which gave me a strange feeling, as if the old man had a lot to say to me, but he couldn't.

He raised his hand, the palm trembling slightly, as if he wanted to gesture something.

"Uncle, these two are our guests today." The boss walked over and put his arms down.

"Go to the second floor by yourself, I will bring the boiled water up later." The boss turned to us and said.

I nodded, no more hesitation, and walked up the stairs with Duanmuqing, but I could feel that the old man was staring at my back all the time.

Although he is an old man who is about to die, for some reason, that look in his eyes gives me an indescribable feeling, and it makes my scalp a little numb.

"How is it? Do you see any problems?" Duanmuqing asked me while walking.

I shook my head and said no, whether it is the boss or the old man, there is nothing wrong with it, except that the old man's eyes make me feel uncomfortable.

There is dust everywhere in the corridor, obviously it has not been taken care of for a long time, this is normal, after all, this place is too remote, usually there will not be any guests.

The few guests that the boss mentioned often live here are probably not very good, poor homeless guys, greedy for the cheap rent here.

At the end of the stairs, a number '2' is drawn on the wall, indicating that we have come to the second floor.

I took a look at the number, it was drawn with red paint, although the place was full of dilapidation, but the characters looked as if they had just been painted on.

bright red,

Like the color of blood.

(End of this chapter)