invisible brother

The two halves of the separated leaves need to be carefully butted before they can be put together again.

As it is with things, so it is with the soul of man...

***

After the high fever passed, Ji Yan fell into a coma.

His consciousness seemed to be dragged into the deep sea, he struggled, desperately put his head out to breathe, but his eyes were completely white——

At the same time, his body is dominated by the other half of his soul. He is also Ji Yan's younger brother, or in other words, he is also Ji Yan.

"Brother, call me Xiao Shan."

The younger brother seems to have a special attachment to this title.

Ji Yan touched his soft hair, smiled and shouted:

"Xiao Yan."

Once this intimate name is blurted out, it is like a key, unlocking the softest part of Ji Yan's heart.

He whispered his younger brother's nickname, feeling like he had lost it and found it again.

He didn't even think about it, there was another ghost named Xiao Shan.He called it that, but in the end, just took that communication as solace.

This is the selfish side of human nature, but it is also the side of showing love.

"Are you still uncomfortable? Tell me about it."

Xiao Yan shook his head. He lay on the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and looked at him expectantly——

"Brother...let's sleep together."

Ji Yan froze for a moment, feeling that the bed was a bit crowded for two big men.

He didn't think about it deeply, it should be said that there was a string in his mind that made him automatically filter out the thoughts he shouldn't have.

"I'm afraid of having nightmares."

The younger brother's face was pale when he said this, and Ji Yan was also afraid that something might happen to him in the middle of the night, so he took off his coat and only wore a thin shirt...

After a moment of hesitation, he left the trousers outside the quilt.

As soon as he entered the quilt, the younger brother squeezed over sticky.Probably because he was sweating, but his body was icy cold, and his thighs pressed against him, bringing a sense of comfort.

Ji Yan let him stick to it stiffly for a while, and then slowly relaxed his muscles and closed his eyes when he heard his younger brother's breathing sound while he was asleep.

***

Ji Yan relived the car accident.

He was almost drowning in his or another him's memory.

It was supposed to be a happy self-driving tour for the four of them after graduating from high school, but the steering wheel spun suddenly, and Ji Yan saw his frightened self from another angle.

He screamed loudly, but it couldn't prevent the disaster from happening——

The car grazed the mountain wall, hit the guardrail, and turned over directly.

Someone seemed to be saying something during the tumbling, and Ji Yan's eyes were as black as blood. He knew that it was his brother who leaned over to protect him, and silently endured the impact from the outside.

The rolling stopped, but the embrace did not loosen.

His throat was hoarse from shouting, and he remained motionless in fear, afraid that all he felt was the residual heat of the corpse.

That is, during those long few minutes, he vaguely felt that he had split into two "people".

One of them climbed out of the car window with a dull expression, making an emergency call tremblingly.

One, he was still in the car, embracing his elder brother in fear, and reaching out to caress his parents' bloody faces, crying choked in his throat.

The half of the soul that was separated from the body gradually realized its strangeness.

He looked down at his transparent hand blankly...

The ambulance carried his relatives onto the bracket one by one, and the ghost followed the doctor into the car, but he could only see the other himself lying beside his brother.

……

Through the perspective of ghosts, Ji Yan felt the different trajectories of life in the same time and space.

A soul out of a body doesn't seem to grow anymore.

He silently followed behind his only relative, from hope to despair, the flames in his eyes were ignited and extinguished again and again.

Trying to touch the sun--want to kill myself.

But in the end it was futile.

He began to get in touch with real ghosts, and felt those grievances and hatreds, kind thoughts and infatuation.

But I can't help but look at him from a distance, and from a distance.

He has already learned some manifestation abilities, and even let that person see him, but he dare not...

***

Ji Yan opened his eyes, a little dazed.

Is he the irritable and willful Ji Yan for so many years, or the ghost who watches over his relatives?

Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, so is he Zhuang Zhou, or the butterfly in his dream?