Truthfully, I had never stayed in such a quiet environment before, eerily quiet, driving one mad.
Later, I suddenly heard a voice, very familiar yet intermittently drifting, elusive.
Old Wang's eyes widened as he pointed at his right ear.
Fang Zhixing tilted his head and took a look, pausing in his breathing.
Only then did he notice that Old Wang's right ear was covered in scars, as if someone had slashed it with a knife.
Old Wang said excitedly in a hushed tone, "Guess whose voice I heard? It was my mother's voice. She had been dead for over ten years, yet I heard her voice."
Fang Zhixing listened and frowned deeply, smiling wryly, "Is it a hallucination?"
Old Wang shook his head quickly and said earnestly, "I knew you would think that, but I can swear on my life it wasn't a hallucination. Not only did I hear my mother's voice, but I also talked to her. She mentioned things from when I was a child, things only she and I knew."