Fear of Darkness

Zhou Fan tried to blink his eyes, and there was only a small window on the wall of the house, which was mixed with yellow mud and hay. A beam of light was thrown into the window, and white light also leaked in the skylight of the roof, and dust was slightly ripening in the light.

But most of the room was dark, too dark to see anything.

Zhou Fan still felt dizzy, he came to this world for three days, but still some confused situation.

He only knew that the name of the body was also called Zhou Fan, and in the evening 'parents' would come back from work, and the reason why he was lying in bed, he vaguely learned from the couple that it was because he had hurt his head.

Fortunately, Zhou Fan can say that he has forgotten everything after the first wake up, otherwise in the face of his predecessor's "parents", he does not have any memory of his predecessor, he really does not know what to say.

In order to avoid suspicion, Zhou Fan did not even dare to speak much these three days, and he listened quietly to his "parents" at night. But unfortunately, the father dressed up as an old farmer was a man of few words, so the conversations between the two parents were few and far between, and Zhou Fan could not get too much useful information from them for the time being.

Zhou Fan struggled to sit up, his face pained as he sat up, and he put his left hand over his forehead, as if he had been stabbed in the head.

The warmth of his hand was low, and a chill crept down his forehead, easing the pain of the needle.

After a while, the pain in my head was almost imperceptible.

Zhou Fan's hand ran up his forehead, touched his bare head without any hair, and gradually touched a one-finger-long scar on the back of his head.

He could not see the scar, but he could feel it by touch, larger than a hair, and could not see it unless he stroked it carefully.

How did you get hurt?

Zhou Fan did not know, but if he had not been injured, his soul would not have reached this body, and he would have died.

Zhou Fan put down his hand and lifted the dark yellow curtain of yellow cloth woven in front of the bed. Without the curtain, his vision became clearer. Through the weak light, he looked at the simple wooden furniture with a slight frown.

This makes Zhou Fan sure that he is in a relatively poor environment, but the house is too dark, when he came back at night, he saw that the "parents" seemed to light the oil lamp.

However, Zhou Fan is not too sure, these days he lay in bed dazed, consciousness is dazed, during the day rarely awake, most wake up for a while, and sleep in the past.

Until today, much better, Zhou Fan looked at the room where the light could not shine, those places were dark like a ball of rendering open ink, his head began to feel numb.

He was afraid, as if something terrible was watching him in the dark, and would suddenly leap out and hurt him.

This fear has no reason to speak of, Zhou Fan smiled ruefully, he cherished his life, but because of professional reasons have never been timid people, but the body has such a reaction, is it the side effect of being reborn to this body?

These three days, Zhou Fan tried many times, as long as he silently stared at the darkness of the room, there will be such a feeling.

Or this is the dim environment affect his mood caused by Zhou Fan shook his head, he did not want to go down, but tried to stand up.

Zhou Fan's legs were a little weak, and it took him several attempts to stand up. He took a step forward, but almost fell to the ground, managed to maintain his balance, and continued to move forward, walking crooked, as if drunk.

When Zhou Fan crossed the threshold of the inner room and came to the front door of the house, he was already sweating.

Through the weak light, he gently pulled on the two wooden doors, which were unlocked and suddenly pulled open.

The bright light outside suddenly shone in, and Zhou Fan squinted his eyes to adapt to the strong light.

A clear sky, rows of yellow mud houses, vaguely carrying the sound of chickens and dogs barking.

In the bright light, Zhou Fan looked down and saw the clothes on his body. It was a short, narrow, brown coat.In modern society, I am afraid that the most rough clothes will not be so rough.

Zhou Fan stood a little tired, he simply sat down on the threshold.

It was daytime now, and the village seemed a little quiet. He sat for an hour before a few people passed by his door, most of them wearing short brown coats and carrying farm tools like hoes in their hands. When they saw Zhou Fan, some of them looked blank, others just smiled at Zhou Fan, and Zhou Fan smiled back.

But Zhou Fan just sighed when the men were gone, because the way they dressed told him what he had already suspected: he was no longer in the modern world, but in an ancient one.

However, Zhou Fan was not very anxious, after the death of his sister and grandmother in his previous life, he no longer had any concerns in that world after revenge, for him, leaving the world without attachment is not a big deal.

Just what dynasty is this?

Zhou Fan, with his poor knowledge of history, is difficult to judge.

What should I do in the future?

Zhou Fan thought upset for a while, his eyes began to fight straight, he felt tired.

Zhou Fan stood up, holding the wooden door frame, and closed the door, as soon as the door was closed, it was like walking from the light into the darkness, staring into the darkness, the feeling that made him feel trembling again emerged from the depths of his heart.

Zhou Fan tried to let himself look at the place where there was light, and the feeling faded.

He lay back in bed in the dark, his eyes fixed on the white light above the skylight, and he thought to himself what was that fear?

There would be nothing in the dark, so why would he be afraid? This is so strange...

Zhou Fan slowly closed his eyes, which were also dark, but he would not be afraid, otherwise he would not even have to sleep.

Zhou Fan, who was already tired, soon fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, Zhou Fan took out the food that his parents had prepared for him. It was something like rice balls, only the color was yellow, something like corn.

The 'parents' had said in the morning that they would not come back at noon today and let Zhou Fan get up to eat by himself.

Zhou Fan ate the rice ball slowly. The rice of this rice ball with small husks was difficult to swallow, and he had to chew it as much as possible to swallow it.

Very bad food, but Zhou Fan did not dislike, when he was young, only rely on grandma to support the family, the family is very poor, occasionally hungry, then he knew the precious food, grew up never dare to waste food things.

After eating Zhou Fan felt much better, he got up and walked around for a while, opened the door and found that it was dusk, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed like red flames by the setting sun.

Zhou Fan stood and watched for a while, a few days ago, 'parents' were working until night came back, he closed the door again, it was dark around, he gave up the idea of looking for oil lamps, even if found, no lighting tools are useless.

Now he could do nothing but lie down and rest again.

The room was getting darker, the light from the skylight was no longer visible, and the feeling of fear spread again. For a moment, Zhou Fan even felt that his invisible face was very pale.

He did not dare to open his eyes again, but closed them, only closing them made him less afraid.

"Could it be dark phobia?"

Zhou Fan frowns slightly, the idea emerges in his mind, he has heard of this disease, this is a kind of psychological disease, afraid of the dark, as long as staying in the dark will produce tension fear and other panic emotions.

It's just that he never had such a problem before, could it be the previous reason?

But the mind should be the leading thought is right, now this body is inside his soul, the predecessor has already died, why do you feel afraid?

Just then he heard a 'tak'.

That's the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Is that them coming back?