The Mystery of One's Birth (3)

  "Golden bean! I immediately realized it was Golden Bean's voice, what have they done with my grandson?"

  "My heart was startled, and everything in front of me was indeed too strange. I pushed open the door, wanting to see what was going on, but I couldn't find where the person I had just seen had gone, could they have entered this jar? Thinking of this, I immediately regained my strength."

  "It's strange, when I dug down again, the soil seemed much softer than before, and it was much faster to dig. I dug along the side of the vat all the way down, and finally, when the eastern sky was lit up with a pale white light, the vat was completely exposed."

  I found a few more wooden sticks, set up a frame, tied one end of the rope to the heads of those strange objects on the barrel, and then pulled the barrel upwards with all my might.

  That jar was really too heavy, I spent a lot of effort to pull it up just over an inch, and then tied the other end of the rope to a nearby tree, slowly pulling upwards. Finally, more than a foot was exposed, suddenly my eyes were fixed on something in the jar, my heart violently trembling, the rope slipped from my hands, fortunately the other end was tied to the tree, the jar had just fallen down an inch before being held back by the rope. My fingers were also rubbed with several blood marks by the rope, but I didn't feel any pain at all, because what I saw was the shoes my daughter wore before she went missing. Was my daughter trapped in this huge jar?

  "I thought of this and used all my strength to pull the rope up section by section, and the bucket was lifted inch by inch. My eyes were fixed on what was below the bucket, and my breathing seemed to stop."

  Finally, the jar was lifted more than half a meter high, and I saw my daughter's body tilt out from inside. I quickly tied the rope tightly to the tree and then jumped into the pit. My daughter's face was rosy, and I checked her breath. A hanging heart finally put down again.

  The daughter woke up the next day and saw me, then she buried her head in my arms and burst into tears. After crying, the daughter told me that these days were like a dream to her, and her soul seemed to have escaped.

  "She could hear my cries, but she couldn't make a sound. Sometimes I was right next to her, but I couldn't find her. She was anxious and frustrated, then suddenly she thought of a way, perhaps because she missed me so much, she summoned several fireflies, which led me to the daughter's hiding place."

  Lao Jintou said a lot in one breath, then asked: "Xiao Luo, don't you think this matter is too strange?"

  I nodded, to be honest, I've seen a lot of suspense movies and countless suspense stories. Even if they were all true, I think none of them shocked me as much as the story I heard today.

  "But the things that happened afterwards were even more bizarre and eerie." Old Jin said, shaking his head in despair, with murky tears filling his eyes.

  His words shocked me again, is there still a more bizarre experience than this? Of course, I could roughly guess some of the later plot, but when I heard the next story, I realized that the degree of absurdity and twists was completely beyond my imagination, maybe I just didn't have such a strong imagination.

  "Is there something even more bizarre?" My right hand was tightly clasped over my left, and by now I couldn't tell whether I was excited or terrified.

  Old Jin nodded and said: "After my daughter returned, Tang Jun's temperament improved a lot compared to before, but he still missed his son and wondered if he was safe. So he lived with his daughter in the same room, and I was also afraid that one day when I fell asleep, my daughter would suddenly disappear again. The first week was very calm, but on the night of the 15th day of the lunar calendar, I suddenly heard a strong wind outside, and the moonlit night turned dark instantly."

  Since my daughter came back, I have been sleeping very lightly every day. With a little movement outside, I wake up with a start. After waking up, I heard the crying of babies, followed by the sound of suona 'di-di-da' blowing, which was lively.