It's hell, my lord

Grandma raised her eyelids when she heard this, and the hand held tightly by He Xian twitched a few times: "Don't...don't be angry."

He Xian's slightly red eyes drooped: "I'll take you to the hospital first."

Grandma just looked at him and didn't speak.He Xian was brought up by her alone, even though she is weak and can't utter clear decibels, He Xian can see her meaning at a glance—it's useless, it's life, don't waste money.

"Keep it...to ask for it." Grandma's eyes gradually brightened, and He Xian dared not admit that this was the so-called "returning to the light".Grandma paused for a moment, then said, "Ask for a wife."

He Xian's eyes were gloomy, and he heard the last words of the grandmother who depended on him quietly before dying: "You live well...you must live well after I'm gone, your father... treat you well dad."

"Dead?" He Wenjun took a closer look, and seemed a little guilty and dared not speak. He didn't know whether he was guilty of what he had done or mourned for his mother.

He Xian knelt by the bed for a while, people are mortal, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal.But he just couldn't accept it, the sudden death of the old man gave him a blow - how should I live?What are you living for?Who should I honor after making money?

Sometimes, the death of an elder is the factor that fuels the growth of a child.It made him have to stand on his own, had to find a reason for himself to struggle and live, and also taught him... how small life really is.

"Grandma, I will live well, but..." He Xian said to the old man who had passed away. At first he was stunned by this fact, but now he turns around and finds that he still has someone to blame.Fortunately, if there is hatred, that is the reason to live.

He Xian stood up abruptly, and punched He Wenjun in the face with all his strength. The numbness and pain from the fist at that moment actually relieved the pervasiveness in his heart surprisingly, and the depression that had been suppressed for many years suddenly slanted out. He cursed: "Beast!"

He Wenjun was punched unpreparedly, and staggered for several steps. After a few seconds, he covered his face and raised his head, saying, "What? How dare you hit me? And call your father a beast? A dog Mother's son." He didn't suffer any disadvantage, he rushed over like crazy and wrestled with He Xian.

In the confusion, He Xian was distracted thinking about his childhood, when he was only four years old and still in the kindergarten.My mother and another strange uncle were kicked out by my father, who held a kitchen knife in his hand, and my grandmother persuaded me.And he didn't understand anything, so he had to stand quietly beside grandma.

All kinds of bad memories passed by like a revolving lantern.

Even though He Xian usually likes to stay at home and read books, after all, he has been running around for many years and keeps fit in his spare time.He couldn't beat Lian Jiazi, but he was more than enough to deal with a weakling like He Wenjun who drank and gambled all day long.

He Xian got an elbow stuck on his lower abdomen, and He Wenjun couldn't get up.This time he beat and scolded, He Xian didn't feel any relief, leaned against grandma's bed and lit a cigarette, then turned on his phone and planned to find an ambulance.Grandma's breathing stopped and stopped, and her pupils really dilated.

But He Xian still wanted to confirm.

It's a pity that the phone has not been dialed yet, He Xian felt someone knocked hard on the back of his shoulder, and immediately lost consciousness when his eyes went dark.

When He Xian said this, he was silent for a while, Zhu Xingchen refrained from urging him.He Xian skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from Zhu Xingchen's pocket. Zhu Xingchen didn't usually smoke this kind of thing, and only held one when he encountered more difficult monsters and ghosts to calm himself down and pretend to be aggressive, but he always carried it with him, and always carried it with him when he went out. It is the same reason to wear a few pieces of talisman paper, it is all a matter of habit.

Zhu Xingchen's original mother soul was triggered, and He Xian was about to be harmed by science popularization.He Xian quickly lit the cigarette, and cut off Zhu Xingchen's unstoppable conversation: "It's been a long time since I touched each other, so don't talk about it."

"Okay, there will be no next time." Zhu Xingchen threw the remaining cigarettes into the trash can.

"When I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed in the rented house." The moment of astonishment at that moment made him confused—why am I here?Is grandma dead?For a few seconds he wallowed in the idea that he was just dreaming.It's a pity that the red, swollen and bruised by He Wenjun are not fake.

He Xian returned home in a hurry, stood at the door for a long time, and finally knocked on the door.And what makes him unbelievable is that...

"It was my grandma who opened the door, that person who should have died, standing in front of me."

Zhu Xingchen also had a look of shock that couldn't be concealed, and He Xian said one step earlier: "It's either a spirit body, or a living person. But it can't be called a living person."

He Xian hugged his grandma almost at once, the joy and excitement of regaining what was lost almost swallowed him.But he soon discovered that this grandma might not be his real grandma.His grandma, Qin Yin, has always been very smug. She usually likes to spray some toilet water on her body after taking a shower. She is quite old, and she still wears skirt after skirt.

But the smell on this person was not right, it was an indescribable smell, the smell of burning wood mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, it was quite elegant at first smell, but a bit choking after more smells.He Xian loosened his hand: "You stopped spraying toilet water?"

"Change it, the smell is too cheap, and all the aunts in the community smell like this."

Articulation so clear?You must know that Qin Yin had always been a little demented because of a fall.He Xian pretended not to care and walked a few steps inside. There was no change at all in the house, but nothing changed at all, so he panicked.

Qin Yin likes flowers, and often puts new ones in the glass bottle before the last one withers.But the white rose on the desktop was not updated, and it was depressed and depressed.What's even more creepy is that nothing has changed here, even the time on the electronic clock is still at the moment when He Wenjun notified him to come back.

Time seems to have stood still here.

"Where's He Wenjun?" He Xian hasn't called him father since he was four years old, and usually calls him by his first name.

Qin Yin has been sitting on the sofa: "I didn't see anyone early in the morning, so let's go out to gamble again."

Not his grandma, absolutely not.Whether it's the tone of voice or the way he looks at him, they are completely different from his grandma.

"What was your reaction?" Zhu Xingchen asked, "Are you scared?"

He Xian raised his eyebrows: "Of course I'm afraid. I'm a mortal. I've kept in mind the core values ​​of socialism since I was a child, and I'm a materialist who grew up under the flying of the five-star red flag. My first reaction is naturally to think that everything in front of me is unbelievable. Not scientific."

"I see that you accepted it very quickly afterwards, and it seems that you are not so firm in materialism."

He Xian: "Get lost, will you die if you don't say a few words?"

Then the two of them laughed inexplicably. This kind of mutually damaging atmosphere was what they often had some time ago. Just a few laughs without beginning and end suddenly drew the distance between them again.

"What happened later?" Zhu Xingchen kept poking the unknown flowers on the tea table with his fingers. They were not pure white, but a little light yellow.

He Xian: "I ran away."

"Run away? Really?" Zhu Xingchen didn't expect He Xian to be like this for a moment, and felt it was very funny, he thumped the coffee table.

"I just ran away." He Xian didn't hear his words mixed with laughter: "I thought it was too weird, and I couldn't accept it for a while, so I ran away."

"Later, I went back to it several times, and it was exactly the same scene—grandma opened the door, and then sat on the sofa. I tried to adjust the clock in the living room, but it didn't work. Once I hung it up, the time would go backwards." He Xian At the end of the talk, he was very calm: "But no one can find out about this, and everyone acts as if nothing happened."

Zhu Xingchen continued his words: "Later you thought that your grandma might not have died at all, or had already died. This is your inner demon. Because deep down in your heart, you once thought of abandoning your grandma and your father. , They are a burden, the source of your toil. You start to feel guilty and dare not face it, and you don’t know how to face this weird phenomenon, do you think so?”

He Xian felt that he was pierced by this person for a moment, but he still didn't show any fear: "Can I say that?"

"Okay, if you don't want to accept it, then don't accept it, and if you don't want me to know, I won't believe it. But... even if what I guess now is your idea of ​​destroying the world, I won't think you are bad." Wish Xingchen said, firmly meeting his gaze.