“She was very young, and when she married my father, she was only seventeen or eight years old.At that time, I was the eldest son in the house, and I had two younger brothers and sisters below me, both of whom were with my mother and compatriot.Her family was better than her mother’s, and her grandmother valued her.I later thought that my grandmother and father only valued her family.She was like a child and sometimes played with us.Her grandmother and father did not ask her to take care of the family like her mother.She had no idea about her mother.Just because of the character, some people can't sit still, the mouth can't be idle, and people can't sit still.I don't know which girl and she told her about her mother, she wanted to go to her mother's house to see.In the last year, her mother did not live in the main house, but moved to the partial courtyard, and after she died, it was also sealed.Her card is in the courtyard, which is taken care of by the lower man.My painting is hanging there.My grandmother and father wouldn’t let us go.Even worshiping the mother, but only in the courtyard burning a little paper money, not even a kowtomy card.

“My stepmother sneaked into the hospital.She was very angry when she came back.Because the grandmother and father did not care, the people who were in charge of taking care of them began to be lazy.She had a naive sense of justice, and sued her grandmother and father.Looking back, she praised my painting and wanted me to paint her one too.Leave that to the back of the matter.On the same day, the grandmother ordered the replacement of the original person.As soon as I saw that she did not take this matter to heart, she did not say punishment, and the matter was also left to the people below to do it.My stepmother didn’t understand that.She happily asked me for a painting.I'm sad, but I don't blame them."

Ye Zheng continued without expression: "I was 11 years old at that time, and I often remembered my mother, but the memory has been somewhat vague.The most obvious thing is that it was the crazy way she was on her last day.That's not normal.That’s not sick at all.

“But after my mother died, nothing happened in the house.I don’t know why my mother became like that.Even the painting, after the mother was buried, was put up by my father and placed in the courtyard, I never saw it again.

“My stepmother . . . . the night of her return from the hospital, it was not right.During the day, she still asked me to paint a picture.At night, I’m still painting her... I really like her.She's more like a sister than a mother, like a sister."Ye Zhengyi showed a little sadness, "that night, there was a big movement in the main courtyard."I heard screams then.I remember shaking my hand and leaving a trail of ink around her neck.That noise continued for one night.My father called the doctor overnight, and my grandmother looked at him.I arrived later.My little brother heard about the situation, only to say that the house was a thief, alarmed the maid, after the stepmother heard, was scared, some discomfort.It took so long... when I passed, I only saw my stepmother tied to her bed and struggling like crazy.She looked almost identical to her mother before she died.

“I was reprimanded by my father and rushed back.I didn't want to leave.My grandmother took me away and took me to my room, and gave me orders to my little man not to take a step out of the door.I remember asking my grandmother how my mother died... She looked bad, and when I heard my question, it was even more difficult to look.Look at me like I’m going to eat.I dare not ask any more... unstrikingly and unable to paint.The next day I didn’t see my stepmother.After a few days, I didn’t hear any noise and didn’t see anyone.Grandmother and father only said that she was scared and needed to rest.My father hardly lived in the house at that time, and when he came home, he just slept in the study.The stepmother's family should have heard the news, her sister-in-law came to visit, and later, her brother and father also came in person.I haven’t seen anyone.More than a month after that day, the courtyard where my mother lived was on fire.I don’t know what I was thinking at the time.I rushed into the yard and saw that the courtyard was on fire, but the house was still fine.I went into the house... my painting, my mother’s, was hanging there.The cards are there too.All covered with ash.It was dark at the time, but through the fire outside, I saw my picture... mother...”

Ye Zheng suddenly choked, "Mother's appearance ... I clearly painted her loving, with a smile, as if watching me ... but to draw on it, my mother's face is taunting, a face is frightened."She is not looking at me.She turned her head as if she were looking at something behind her.The fire outside the house is extinguished.The painting is also distorted and constantly changing.I saw the blank space of the painting, and there was a strange shadow.The shadow became even gradually covered the mother's appearance, as if she had swallowed up.The painting is left behind by a female ghost... There are scars on the face, like being burned by fire, and it is like a trauma.His left eye was missing and his lips were cut in half.It was as if she were going to pounce out of the picture and catch me.I ran away directly.I ran away... the fire wasn’t big.

“Then my grandmother personally interrogated her ... she was as angry as when she asked her mother the day of her death.I hid outside the house and listened.The guards saw a ghost in the house just after their mother was buried.He heard the cry of the ghost, the laughter, and other movements, and then he did not dare to enter the house.The next person knows this.In fact, our family, as well as those close to us, have never heard of it.My grandmother didn’t come up at all, and she almost passed by.There is a big mess, and those people will tell you what they know.The fire was not an accident, but the grandmother ordered the burning of the courtyard.But people did not dare to enter the house, only put a fire in the yard, and did not dare to go too close to the house.The fire is gone.The father was angry and took people to burn the yard.Even my paintings, my mother's cards, were burned together."

Ye Zheng was silent for a moment and said, “I... did not stop.”I did not stop.I thought my mother was a ghost.She was killed by a ghost, and the ghost refused to stop, and she hugged her stepmother.But at that time, I vaguely felt that after the yard was burned, my stepmother did not see it well.My grandmother was also sick.I...I haven’t held a pen in a long time.My father was worried about this.My grandfather was not local, and probably didn’t know the matter.But the stepmother's parents are local, and love their stepmother, naturally will not rest.They then took the stepmother away and heard that they were asking God to worship Buddha with their stepmother.Later, the stepmother was still dead... The moment I heard the news of death, I picked up the paintbrush again.I painted my stepmother’s face.As soon as the painting was finished, I saw the broken girl.I was... happy in the heart.Oh . . .

Ye was laughing, as if he were crying.