Yunyi Zhehuan

Occasionally, I wonder if I am schizophrenic and have been living in an illusory personality; occasionally I wonder if I am a wandering soul that got into other people's bodies and now comes out again.

All the disorder and chaos began on a night when the moon was unusually large, and the moment I stumbled and fell into the sea.

When I opened my eyes, there was darkness around me, and it took me a long time to realize that it was the bottom of the sea, but I didn't feel the cold pain, and it was uncomfortable to suffocate.

After my mind went blank, I suddenly jumped out of the idea of ​​fleeing, and I returned to the shore.

It was broad daylight, my fox and my backpack were gone, and there was silence except for the sound of the waves.There are some snack residues left in the crevices of the reef, which must have been accidentally dropped in while snacking.

The backpack might have been taken away by someone else, so what about Xiaobai?I searched around anxiously, and had to rush back to the hotel. Today's training team is coming to an end. Even in my dreams, I don't want to be scolded by the coach again.

When I started running, I felt something was wrong. My body was incredibly light. I looked down at my feet and remembered that I lost a shoe before falling into the sea, but now I was wearing a new pair of sneakers. I remember these shoes were rewarded by my grandparents. Mine, because it is an old model, I did not bring it for training camp.

Is it because you care about it that you wear it in your dream?

"Little handsome guy, you look so good-looking, why can't you think about it or have you met an accident?"

While I was in a daze, a strange woman suddenly appeared beside me, her whole body was wet, as if she had just come up from swimming.

Her movements were so fast and silent.

"You—" I glanced at her subconsciously, my face was frighteningly pale and swollen.But I was anxious to find the fox and go back, not wanting to meddle in too much business: "You don't seem to be feeling well, do you want me to call 120 for you?"

She gave me a weird smile, then turned her face away, and sighed faintly: "I don't want to scare you, but I guess you are the same as when I just died, you didn't even know you were dead. I only found out when I was burning paper at the seaside to worship, and I also met a few dead souls later, so I really knew that I was dead."

While speaking, she suddenly transformed into a beautiful woman in a flight attendant uniform.

If she changes as she says, I won't be scared, at most I think it's a joke, but now I'm really scared, and thinking about it, the dream is of course absurd, so I still have the courage to stand there. Let's see what she's going to do.

"This is what I look like when I'm working, doesn't it look good?" Her appearance is indeed much better than before, her face is rosy and full of energy.

"I don't know who thinks of me again? After I die, I will know what I will become if others think of me. After a while, when no one thinks of me, I will become like him gone."

She pointed to a hazy figure in the distance. I felt that she was a bit crazy, so I walked towards that figure. However, when I walked to the shadow, it was still a hazy shadow, and I could only vaguely see the outline of a man.

I was a little surprised, but not afraid. I felt that the shadow was just like ordinary fog and rain, unconscious and harmless.

"Two months ago, he was chatting with me and said he wanted to marry me. Heh, no one seriously said that he wanted to marry me when I was alive. It's so easy to meet someone when I'm dead... It's a pity that he is about to marry me." Dead through, maybe blending into the night mist, maybe following the morning wind, completely returning to nature."

This dream was really long enough, I panicked, I didn't want to listen to this so-called female ghost's nonsense anymore, anyway, it's not a good thing to dream about death, ghost.

Just ignore her, I want to go back, even if I get scolded by the coach.

The room was locked, and I didn't have a key card. I wanted to knock on the door, but as soon as my hand touched the dark wooden door, I sank inside. Even though I didn't feel any pain, I didn't dare to try again.I walked to the front desk in a daze, stood there watching the lobby manager graciously received wave after wave of guests, took a break to drink water, then made a private phone call with the landline, and then talked with the gossip store manager about last night. The drunken guests in the rest area also mentioned the departure of the football training team.

None of them saw me.

Staring at the Greenwich and Beijing time zone wall clock on the wall for a long time, every minute and every second, the conversion and passage of time are so clear and real, I gradually realized that maybe what that person—that female ghost said was true.

Nobody can hear me, see me, touch me, and I can't touch the physical body; I'm neither hungry nor thirsty, I'm never tired from the long walk, I'm not sweaty from the sun.

I am really dead.

But I still want to go home.

I took the hotel's bus to the airport and left Q City as before, but this time I didn't need to buy a ticket and lost my seat.

Went through the door and met Mom and Dad, who were yelling at someone else the same way they used to yell at me.

My mind suddenly became confused. According to what the female ghost said earlier, I was already dead, but why would there be a person exactly like me sitting at the dining table eating, from the posture of holding chopsticks to the habit of licking fingers after eating ribs? All the same.

He must be a fake.Otherwise who am I?

Days of fear and hesitation instantly condensed into anger.

I rushed forward to push the impostor away, stumbling through him, unconscious.

Nobody knows me.

I desperately followed my parents around, really wanting to throw myself into my mother's arms and be hugged by her like when I was very young.It was only when they closed the bedroom door that I realized there was no point in doing so.

Since someone replaced me, he must know what happened.

Walking into my room, I tried to face this "Ji Yang" calmly.

There was a blank mathematics test paper spread out on the desk, but he just frowned and scanned the test paper several times from beginning to end without even picking up the pen. I like to do my homework while listening to songs, but he didn't do that.Then I saw him turn on the computer and search for elementary school mathematics knowledge.

Could it be that he is actually me, like grandma said that some children lost their souls, lost my part of the soul, so amnesia?Otherwise, why look at elementary school students.

No, although his eyebrows, eyes, lips, and fingers are all so familiar, but my intuition tells me that this is not my body, there is no trace of attraction and sense of belonging between us, and he is not alone with me.

Realizing this, I couldn't stay for a second, looking around every corner of the house, familiar and warm, but no longer belonged to me.

Xiaobai's empty nest on the balcony reminds me that this is not a dream, maybe only it can prove that I had an accident, but where did it go, can it find a shelter on the sea full of danger, I don't know how to pity it Still pitying myself, the tears rolled down, fell into the air, and disappeared.

Although I resisted going to Q City and the seaside again, I had to go back to find my dead body or find Xiaoxiao, to find out whether I was alive or dead, whether it was a dream or reality.

This time I didn't take a car or a plane. I walked slowly along the city's roads, hoping to meet people or ghosts who could answer my questions. Of course, I most hoped that I would wake up while walking.

In a huge city, you can often see some shadowy people, most of their faces and figures are indistinct, and they will disappear completely soon.

Whenever I encounter such existences, I am very afraid, afraid that they will suddenly appear ferocious and pale, and I am also afraid that they will gradually disappear like them.

When I returned to the seaside, I happened to meet a lifeguard who drowned while saving someone. Even though he was dead, he was still kind-hearted and accompanied me for a long time in the waters near the accident.With his professional experience, we finally found a wreck stuck in a coral group in a shallow sea, although only scattered bones remained, and the flesh and blood were buried in the belly of the fish.But my intuition told me that it was my bones, a string of metal chains wrapped around the wrist bones, "J&Y", that was the bracelet that You You gave me with the initials of the two people engraved on them, others thought those two letters were me name.

So, I am indeed dead, and, terribly dead.

But no one knew that I was dead.

I have to bring the bones up there, I am not one of those homeless bums who die and are left alone, poor thing!I have parents, grandparents, grandparents, and at least let them know that I am no longer here.

He stretched out his hand over and over again to pick up his own bones, and again and again he caught nothing.

The lifeguard looked at me sympathetically, and there was only so much he could do to help me.He was going to see his girlfriend for the last time, and he said that he wanted to have a gentle wind on the day when he disappeared completely, leading him to kiss the girl's lips for the last time.

Perhaps most ghosts are like him. When they realize that they are dead, they only rely on the thoughts of their loved ones to maintain their illusory form, and they will accept the fate of disappearing forever in memories and silent company.

But I can't, I don't know where the counterfeit goods come from?He looks exactly like me, even has the same bracelet.Who is he?Snatching everything that belongs to me and turning me into a wandering soul with nothing in an instant, I am not willing to disappear completely like this!

I guarded the bones alone, afraid that after a while it would be washed to other places by the sea, and the only evidence that could prove my existence would be lost.

I obviously lost my senses, but when the night came, I had to give up my pointless efforts, go up from the bottom of the sea for a while, and find a random rock to curl up on.The exhaustion and chill, which cannot be felt but is real, enveloped me together with the cold moonlight on the sea.

I lost my body, my life and my life.

I kept an eye on the impostor, worried that he might do something that would hurt my family.

However, I am a wraith who follows the other party every day but has nothing to do.

Watching him try his best to play my role every day, every choice, even every sentence, every tiny expression, is more like me than me.

Occasionally he would talk to himself in the air, which was very strange.

What a terrifying existence. Of course, if he knew that I was always there, he would also think that I was a terrifying existence.

More and more dazzling light began to appear around him.

Gradually, I could only watch those lights enveloping him from a distance, and I couldn't even get close.

I can only watch him gossiping with my parents, chatting and playing ball with my classmates and friends, and breaking up with my girlfriend...

Every scene, the more beautiful it is, the more like Ling Chi's knife cut on my remaining reason.The longer I followed him, the more I realized that I was superfluous.

Why don't I slowly forget everything like other dead souls, and finally disappear?

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Finally, a family member knew the fact of my death, but it took her death as an opportunity.

"Grandmother." I stood outside the intensive care unit, watching the thin and frail grandma holding on to the door and not going anywhere, staring at the counterfeit all the time, never leaving.Finally couldn't bear to call out.

Grandma looked back at me with puzzled eyes: "Yang Yang?"

"Hmm!" I tried my best to control the urge to cry into her arms, and told her cautiously, "Grandma, you are already dead. The one you just pushed away was your corpse."

Grandma nodded, "I know, I know everything." She walked over slowly and raised her hand to pat me on the shoulder, but it didn't work.Sadness appeared on her face: "I'm sorry, child, you have suffered, but I don't want to make your mother sad. Sometimes death is not terrible, but the living people can't accept it."

I followed her gaze to look at the crying mother, and I had to admit that there were counterfeit products at this time, at least it was a kind of comfort.

"Grandma, do you know that person isn't me?" I couldn't believe it. I couldn't utter a word after all the explanations I had planned.

"I'm sorry, Yang Yang." Grandma looked at him with distant eyes: "I think I know who he is, this is a difficult cause and effect, I may not be able to wait for the day when it ends, but you can."

I was surprised that my grandma knew so much. She knew that she was dead, that I was dead, that people would slowly disappear after death, and even who that imposter was.

The grievance and anger for a long time vented out with the questioning words, "Then do you know who he is? What is his purpose? If your grandson died in a daze, you just ask. Don't worry, there is an unknown origin and unknown purpose beside your daughter and son-in-law." , someone who takes his identity? Or is he not human at all?"

The most difficult thing for me to accept is that my grandma was still indifferent after listening to it. She repeatedly persuaded me to believe that counterfeit goods have no evil intentions and will never murder anyone.

Grandma had just passed away and was as opinionated as all befuddled old people are, and I was disappointed that she favored someone else, a stranger who stole his grandson's identity.

I walked away angrily, but where else could I go?Thinking that there might only be a few days left with my grandma before she would disappear completely, I hurried back to find my grandma.

Grandma's face was full of guilt: "Yang Yang, if she knew you were still alive, she would survive to the death and stay with you. Just thinking of you alone in this world, no one knows... there is someone—" she looked Another dim, "Forget it, he's not a good person either."

After a while, she sighed and walked out slowly, "Go home, I think I should let you know about him."

The author has something to say:

There are various settings in this article, so I will write some extras to strengthen these settings.

Looking at some of the settings from the perspective of the dead Ji Yang, it may be clearer, and some details in the main text will also be confirmed in the extra episode.

Of course, there is also my own selfishness in writing extra stories.

Ji Yang is a very good boy, he should not die in a daze, at least when he is awake, he has the right to know everything.