There is such a metamorphosis in the world

There is such a metamorphosis in the world

Author: Seaweed and Arabidopsis Sauce

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There is such a perversion in the world.

When you were alive, he ignored you, knew that you liked him and occasionally gave you sweets, and kept a distance from you when you developed confidence.Waiting for you to die but acting like you were heartbroken like he loved you when you were alive.

Xiao Jing is such a pervert.

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●Reminiscence essay.

Content tags: supernatural, supernatural, special liking, feeling lost, borderline love song

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There is such a perversion in the world.

When you were alive, he ignored you, knew that you liked him and occasionally gave you sweets, and kept a distance from you when you developed confidence.Waiting for you to die but acting like you were heartbroken like he loved you when you were alive.

Xiao Jing is such a pervert.

January 2014, 1, winter, cloudy

I am dead, and the only reason I can write in my diary after death is because I was brought back to life at the funeral.It sounds a bit weird to say that, and I agree with myself.

My cause of death was simple, robbery in an alley.When the gangster held a knife against me, I gave away all the valuables on my body. In the end, he said no, you can see my appearance, stab me [-] times and stab me to death.He didn't pass his own preparations, and he blamed me instead. I am helpless for this kind of person. If I knew it earlier, it would be better to resist desperately.

After that, I died.When I opened my eyes again, I was lying down, and the surroundings were pitch black. I thought the doctor had saved me, and I was silently happy. When I got up, I floated out, and I didn’t know that I was still dead.Was getting ready for my funeral when I floated out, the sky was fine, no stereotypical rain, just gloomy.The ground is covered with white wreaths, and a person is playing the suona.There was crying all around, and I saw my parents crying the hardest up front, and they floated over to touch them, fingers going straight through their bodies.

I think this state of mine can probably be called an out-of-body state, or to be more frightening, I am a ghost now.But the ghost is because of obsession, I don't know what else to care about.

I was with my parents, watching them salute to others, and watching them staring at the black and white photos, my heart felt as heavy as a large piece of cotton soaked with water.Waiting until the funeral was over and my cousin came out from the other side of the mourning hall to help them, this endless cycle of restlessness and guilt ended.I followed them, thinking that the next step would be to send my body to be cremated.

When I floated out of the lobby, I caught a glimpse of a person sitting in the corner, and immediately froze in place, turned my head in disbelief and took a closer look.In a dark and humid corner, Xiao Jing, wearing a shirt and black pants, collapsed there alone.In the winter, he is not afraid of the cold at all, even throwing aside the only coat that can keep out the cold.

I hesitated for a while, then slowly walked towards him.During this process, I suddenly thought clearly, this is a funeral, anyone with a little relationship will come, and of course Xiao Jing will also come.Even though I thought so, I was still dumbfounded when I saw him clearly. His white shirt was covered with moss on the corner of the wall, and he seemed to have not slept for a few days. There is no expression, just looking at one place blankly.To be honest, it was the first time I saw him in such a distressed state. Just taking a picture of him would immediately replace the picture of me in the middle.

It was almost as if he was dying.

I don't understand why he put on such a look.

I circled around him and saw that my parents had gone out, so I hurriedly floated over.After I went out, I turned my head, and the door on one side was opened just to block Xiao Jing inside.

I couldn't see him, so I gave up and followed closely behind my family.

After a series of tedious and tedious procedures, my parents brought my urn back from the funeral home. Instead of choosing a cemetery here, they planned to take me back to my hometown.

When my father was talking to my cousin-in-law, I stayed by the side, and when I heard the old man struggling to complete the words word by word, my heart felt uncomfortable again and again.For a moment, I felt that this stalwart tree seemed to bend a lot, but unfortunately, even if it bends again, there will be no new saplings to support it.

After leaving the funeral home, the cousin-in-law drove them into the community.The four people got out of the car slowly and disappeared into the corridor with support.After waiting outside the car for a while, I floated to the entrance of the corridor to probe my head, and suddenly I was a little afraid to go up.

I was afraid of seeing things, such as the once warm home, those photos full of memories, my room, my parents’ room, etc. I was terrified, dangling back and forth between the corridor and the car.

This process seemed to take a long time and seemed to be only an instant. I heard the sound of downstairs coming from the corridor, and I hid behind the car with a guilty conscience.After hiding, he realized that he was stupid enough, and slowly got out from the back of the car.

My cousin and my cousin's husband came down first, and they went straight to the back of the car with big bags and small bags, and opened the hood of the car beside me to put things in.The last ones came down were my parents. My mother cried again, wiping her tears desperately, while my father held her up with difficulty.I felt like crying, floated up to them and opened my arms, watching them pass me and get into the car.

As the car moved forward, the bare trees on the side of the road left traces on the windows.I was in the back seat with my mother and my cousin, and my father sat in the front with my cousin's husband who was driving.The car is extremely quiet. I remember that my cousin-in-law always liked to play some light music while driving, but now there is nothing. Occasionally, I heard my cousin comforting my mother in a low voice. When the car passed the corner and disappeared, I heard my mother’s slight The choking sound was very light, and disappeared as soon as the wind blew it away.

The stations in the city are always in a busy state, and the people who come and go are tired from the car.

After the cousin-in-law helped to buy the tickets, they waited in the hall together.

When the time is up, broadcast a reminder, check the ticket in advance, and enter the station in one go.

When I followed in, I saw the cyan train honking its horn. My cousin and husband helped my parents find their seats, then got off the train and walked to the window to talk to them.The station was too noisy, and people were rushing to get on the train. I didn't hear what they said, but my mother hugged the urn wrapped in cloth tighter.

"Okay." The cousin-in-law waved at them, "Don't worry, I will take care of the house here. If you don't get used to living in your hometown and come back, we will still be here."

The cousin on the side also said: "Yes, call us when you arrive, and be careful on the road."

"Hey, hey."

My dad clicked twice and ducked his head into the window.

At this time, the car whistle sounded, and everyone around me waved to relatives in the train, and my cousin walked back with his arms around my cousin's shoulders.I floated over and nodded to them, thanking them for taking care of my parents, although I knew they couldn't see.

The train was moving, and a gust of wind passed through my body. Without even thinking about it, I followed the train and followed the window, because I knew that there were my parents, my closest people.Soon the train accelerated, the windows on the body were almost connected together, and I was left behind as I tried my best to catch up.

All the negativity rushed out of my body in an instant, making me just want to scream.

The blue train disappeared from view.

I opened my mouth and finally said nothing.

Can't say anything.

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Xiao Jing and I have known each other since childhood.

At that time, the place where I lived was somewhat similar to a hutong in Beijing, with several families living in a large courtyard.I didn’t know where Xiao Jing was when he was born. Later, I heard from my mother that Xiao Jing’s father passed away on the day he was born. I never saw her cry again.Mom also said that she never accepted the relief from other people in the yard, and occasionally she didn't notice that someone stuffed money, and she had to find a chance to pay it back in a few days.

As time passed, everyone seemed to forget that a man died in her family on a snowy day, and also seemed to forget that it was a man who had just become a father—he had never even seen his son.Occasionally when I go out and see Xiao's mother pulling Xiao Jing, she will greet her in a normal tone, as if there are only two people in this family, which is a matter of course.

Mother Xiao is powerful.

Xiao Jing also inherited his mother's personality and became extraordinarily precocious.

Although I didn't understand it that much at the time, or even if I'm dead now, I don't want to, I don't want to understand it.

I just want to say that even if the whole world forgets his father, he and his mother still remember him.That's why Xiao Jing, who has only been in elementary school for two years, suddenly ran to his mother and said that he would not go to school in the future and would go out to work to earn money.This is a heroic statement, but it hurts his mother's heart severely.As soon as Xiao's mother was heartbroken, she hung him upside down on the crooked neck tree in the yard with a rope, asking him to admit his mistake and vow to study hard.

This hanging lasted until night, Xiao Jing gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, but it frightened my mother.Walking up and down the door worried about Xiao Jing, but did not dare to go forward to persuade him.Everyone in the courtyard knew that Mother Xiao's temper was as hard as iron and as stubborn as an ox.

I was six years old at the time and didn't understand these emergencies at all.I remember that Aunt Xiao on the opposite side was pretty, and she smiled very softly every time she saw me.As for the brother under the tree in front of the door, I think he should be practicing juggling, maybe he will join the gymnastics team or the circus in the future, no, no, it seems that the man who listened to the rap opera by the door is practicing so hard.

The door on the opposite side was slammed shut, and my mother hurried to find my father to discuss it.

I looked at my brother, and