It takes seven days for a person to die completely

I was going to turn back home along the river, which I did.In life, it was one of my favorite spots in the city.

It's a pity that the wind of the Sister River could not wash my body. The waves surged up and slapped the broken reefs to make a wonderful sound, which was a little bit of comfort for me.

"Go home." I said to myself, and then raised my eyes to look at the four wastelands, my heart and the scenery were devastated. It turned out that few of my words were right, and it turned out that it would be uncomfortable whether I died or not.

"Hello—" I heard someone shouting behind me, his calling mixed with the sound of the waves, and swayed in the air full of the smell of water.I knew he must be dead, and he must be calling me.After all, no big living person would foolishly come to this place where the birds don't stop to blow in the evening on a weekday.

When I turned around, I regretted it so much.Not afraid to say it shamelessly, I was so frightened by the appearance of the child behind me that I let out a soft breath. His head was separated, and his neck was bare and tender, and his deformed head due to the impact was being bent in a strange way. hands in arms.

I stared at his head, feeling familiar, "I seem to know you." His eyes looked at me for a while, and said, "But I haven't seen you."

"You must have never seen it. I only saw you after I died. You jumped off the building the day before yesterday, and I was right next to you."

He laughed loudly, "This is really interesting, then did you see the prisoner who killed me?"

I'm a little confused, didn't he commit suicide?Where did the killer come from?Seeing that I was silent, the child growled viciously: "The killers are those people below! If it weren't for them, maybe I wouldn't have died!"

I laughed a few times to hide my guilty conscience. "I'm leaving, you can enjoy your seven days." Putting these words aside, I turned and walked away quickly.I don't really want someone to accompany me home, I'm not like Jiao Kuai, his wife loves her, he will not reveal the slightest bit of embarrassment in front of me because he doesn't know where he belongs, he is like a winner.And I can only beg Mo to give me a little tenderness, like a beggar in embarrassment.I dare not let people follow me to meet him. I don't have the capital to show off to others. I am too afraid to let others see the embarrassment of my gaffe.

The journey was long and difficult, and when I saw a figure in front of me that looked very familiar, I lightened my body and floated away quickly to see who my old friend was.

And when that person entered the range I could recognize, my soul, which was advancing at full speed, stopped suddenly.

The uncomfortable feeling was awakened again, and the senses in every part of the body were clamoring, like boiling water that was about to overflow from the pot, but was tightly suppressed by the lid—it was almost suffocating.

That person is Mo.

I know he has the habit of running at night, but what I don't know is, after my death, before my first seven days, he still has this idea?Suddenly, I felt that I valued myself too much and overestimated my value.No one will be sad by my death, not even you.

I watched him approaching helplessly, he would not stop for a little wind and grass, he would not stop for five thunderbolts, he would not stop for the collapse of Mount Tai, and he would not stop for a moment for the dead man who was no longer in the same world as him—me.

But this morning, I still pray, I pray that he can turn his head, no matter where his gaze is directed, I can imagine this scene so tenderly.

He didn't, he just penetrated my body like a thousand pedestrians on the street.God has no mercy on me, not while I'm alive, and not when I'm dead.

"...look at me..."

I turned sideways, staring at his receding back, and made a noise in despair.