July and a half

Title: July and a half

Author: Taoyuan City

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A collection of short stories on the theme of "love" and "ghost".

——The name and cover of the article come from the witty and beautiful Mr. Sihe.

A: How do you know someone's beauty?

Peach: Nickname and cover beauty.

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☆, premature death

【sequence】

The street lamps on the street went out one by one, and I was the only one who was still breathing...

【text】

Wen Xiao once asked me, "Zhuzi, are you afraid of being alone?"

I said to him, "I enjoy being alone, I am not afraid of being alone."

Wen Xiao chuckled at me, "I really envy you."

My surname is Zhu, and I have a single name. When Wen Xiao heard my name for the first time, he said that he felt that my name was not finished, as if he died suddenly in the middle of the play.

He was the first to say that to me, because other people who took issue with my name thought it sounded Japanese.

In fact, my name certainly has nothing to do with Japan. I heard from my grandma that this name was given to me by my grandfather before he died. The last two words he said before his death were "Zhuzi". Not a single word could be uttered.

When someone jokingly told me that my name looks like a Japanese, I just smiled and never refuted it, because I always felt that if I told the truth, everyone might be surprised, and then kept silent, as if my whole person had such an ominous meaning .

And this time Wen Xiao guessed it by chance, I didn't confirm what he said, I just looked at him a little bit unexpectedly, and then told him that his mentality is a bit pessimistic, don't think about everything on the dark side.

I say that about him, not just because of this little thing.

It was Wen Xiao, who always had a cloud floating in his eyes, and when he looked inside, he seemed to be able to see the melancholy filled with it.

He is not shy, nor withdrawn, nor is he sentimental. His sadness is reflected in his tranquility, as if he can see through the world, and he can't tell when it will suddenly disappear.

I don't know if Wen Xiao is so special in the eyes of others, at least according to my observation, the students in the class did not pay attention to Wen Xiao, as if he was no different from other students, everyone was busy In my own world, I only open my eyes to see the people standing next to me.

From this perspective, I think I should be different from others, at least I saw Wen Xiao, I quietly observed his Jing, and tried hard to understand his Jing.

However, I was not immersed in it, because my rationality told me that I was in school and my obligation was to study, so my first priority must be to study.

Other than that, I'm willing to let myself go and find what attracts me, including people.

Wen Xiao's appearance is very ordinary, and his complexion is not good enough. He belongs to the kind of person who will be drowned quickly in the crowd.

He himself seems to get lost in the hustle and bustle from time to time, because sometimes I find him in the crowd, but he doesn't notice me, he just empties his eyes, his eyes are quiet and far away.

At that time, I was very conflicted. I wanted to stop him and let him notice my existence, but I couldn't bear to disturb him and destroy his peace.

So I hesitated, anxious, and when I finally moved my footsteps, Wen Xiao had already left.

Maybe this is a kind of omen, but I was addicted to it at that time and didn't understand this omen.

This omen means that I will miss Wen Xiao, and I have watched him lose the opportunity I should have seized.

Wen Xiao and I are at the same table, and he often takes pictures on the back of the exercise book in his spare time.

His paintings are the same, he only paints human eyes.

I asked him why he didn't draw faces, or other parts, or even complete people.

However, Wen Xiao told me that he can only draw eyes, but nothing else.

I find it kind of funny because I don't quite believe it in my heart.

The human eyes drawn by Wen Xiao are very realistic, with a simple pencil, a few casual sketches can be vivid.

Or if he has enough time, he will trace it little by little, adding light and shade to the eyes, which looks like a black and white photo of a person at first glance.

Maybe Wen Xiao saw my doubts. He patiently explained that he had never drawn anything else. He only drew human eyes since he was a child, so he could draw well.

He is also reluctant to paint anything other than the human eye.

His paintings are all over the blank pages of his book. I took his book and flipped through it from beginning to end. I saw many strange eyes, and I was surprised to see more familiar eyes.

If you want to describe what a person's eyes look like, it may be very difficult to describe, and even if you are asked whether someone has single or double eyelids, you may not be sure.

But when I saw Wen Xiao's paintings, I was surprised to be able to recognize who certain eyes belonged to.

The people we know together are of course limited to classmates and teachers. Wen Xiao has drawn eyes for every teacher, deep, stern, and shrewd. I was surprised to find that I could actually see the mood in them.

I looked through all his paintings, and finally asked a little bit lost, why there is no mine.

I remember that he touched my eyes lightly with his fingers and told me that it was a silkworm, a beautiful silkworm, and would not be mistaken for bags under the eyes.

Since it looks good, why not draw it?

Wen Xiao's response was a gentle smile, and it was rare for him to say playfully, "Not mine either."

I was slightly taken aback, not sure if this counted as intimacy in some sense.

In fact, I really longed for him to paint my eyes.

One evening, when the school bell rang, I touched Wen Xiao's arm.

When he turned his head and looked at me, I begged him, "Can you draw my eyes?"

Wen Xiao looked at me quietly and didn't speak.

I said again, "When everyone leaves, we will stay in the class."

After a long time, Wen Xiao nodded, took out the pen and paper from his schoolbag, and placed them neatly on the table.

The students finally left one by one. When the last person left the classroom, I immediately stood up from my seat, lowered my head with a smile, and looked at Wen Xiao's face.

I suspected that there might be some kind of information hidden in my eyes. At this moment, I was not afraid to reveal it. Maybe it was Wen Xiao's "none of mine" that gave me strength.

The pen in Wen Xiao's hand twirled round and round, but he never finished, as if he didn't know where to start.

I asked him, "Why don't you write?"

Wen Xiao looked up at me carefully, and said to me, "I can't see clearly."

I took off my low-prescription glasses and looked at Wen Xiao again, "What about now?"

Wen Xiao's expression was serious, almost serious, and he replied, "I still can't see clearly."

I knelt on the chair with both legs, and half sat down, my eyes were at the same level as Wen Xiao, "Now?"

After a long time, Wen Xiao slowly shook his head.

I stared at his eyes, at his nose, at his lips.

Then I closed my eyes, leaned over, and touched his lips lightly.

I opened my eyes again, and couldn't control the sweetness at the corner of my mouth. My eyes were full of spring water, and there was a smile in my tone, "Still can't see clearly?"

Wen Xiao blinked suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up and then retracted, he lowered his gaze, and put a palm on my leg.

My heart was beating wildly, and I couldn't help but raise my arms to catch his shoulder...

"Bang" sound.

Someone kicked the door hard, and then quickly ran away along the corridor.

I was dazed for a few seconds at first, and then I was urged to stand up by the great panic. I knocked over the stool that blocked me and was about to rush out.

But Wen Xiao grabbed me.

When I turned my head to look at him, the muscles in my face were a little tense. I suppressed the trembling of my voice and asked him eagerly, "What are you doing?"

Wen Xiao said, "Don't go."

My heart was screaming "No!", and I pulled his hand with the other hand.

He said anxiously, "Why are you chasing him out? Do you want to kill him?"

I froze for a moment.

I stood stiffly in place.

All the romance of the past has evaporated, and my thoughts are in a mess.

Wen Xiao asked me, "Do you regret it?"

I looked up at him, the moment he asked, I didn't want to admit it, I regretted it.

But meeting his eyes, I didn't say anything, just shook my head feebly.

It's too quiet in the classroom, school is over, we shouldn't be here.

I hurriedly said to Wen Xiao, "I'm leaving first."

Before he could answer, I picked up my schoolbag and hurried away.

I think I was carried away by some kind of emotion to do such a thing.

I was terrified for a week after that.

I'm afraid that rumors will spread like a hurricane in our class, and I'm afraid that the students sitting in the back row of me will whisper about perverts and point at my back at the same time.

I didn't even dare to talk to Wen Xiao, even though he was by my side.

A week passed and the horrible things I imagined didn't happen.

One day at noon, the class leader walked into the noisy class, took a look at me, and said to me, "Zhu Zi did well in the monthly exam this time. Don't sit in the back. Take the empty seat in the third row."

I glanced at the teacher, nodded and said yes.

When I was packing my schoolbag, Wen Xiao suddenly whispered, "Why don't you go to the front?"

I lowered my voice and said to Wen Xiao, "This is arranged by the teacher, and I can't help it."

When I stood up, Wen Xiao lowered his head and said something.

I didn't realize it until after I left, and what he said was, "I haven't painted your eyes yet."

At noon on the second day when I sat in the third row, Wen Xiao stood beside me with his schoolbag on his back.

I looked up at him with some doubts, and he put the pencil case in his hand on my desk, and said to me, "I don't need it anymore, I give it to you."

I was stunned for a moment, as if I understood what he said, but I didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Wen Xiao didn't say anything, turned and left.

I seemed to be stuck in the seat, and I desperately wanted to chase after him, but I couldn't move my body.

After Wen Xiao's figure disappeared at the door, I opened the pencil case he gave me.

I am very familiar with this pencil case. Wen Xiao has always used this before, and there is only one pencil in it all year round.

I opened the pencil case and the only thing inside was a piece of paper.

When I met the eyes on the paper, it was like seeing a dark mirror.

The difference is that my eyes are sad, but the eyes in the mirror are happy.

I vaguely heard someone say that Wen Xiao stopped reading.

Some people whispered, do you know why Wen Xiao didn't read it?

Others replied that he was too poor in his studies and couldn't read on his own.

Oh, it turned out to be the reason.

I started studying alone, going everywhere and doing everything alone.

Even though I was surrounded by people and people were everywhere, I felt like I was alone all the time.

I will no longer look for something in the crowd, and I will never look into anyone's eyes.

Time flies, my loneliness is superimposed year after year.

When I dream back at midnight, I will always be woken up by a dull pain.

I often dream that I am drowning. The cold river water is up to my neck, and the cold river surface seems to be able to cut off my head.

At this time, I saw a person sitting on the shore, with a thick notebook spread out on his knees, and a pen tightly held in his hand.

He looked up at me from time to time, and then scribbled on the notebook.

I begged him to "help me" over and over again, but he turned a deaf ear.

He only looked into my eyes, observed, explored, but was not touched at all.

When he finally finished painting, he stood up indifferently, tore off the work with a snap, threw it away, and then turned and left.

That piece of paper fluttered over my face, and I could clearly see that there was only one pair of my eyes on it.

I woke up suffocating.

It's been 20 years, 20 years.

I have never heard from Wen Xiao.

I decided to attend the class reunion in high school, even though I knew he would not show up, I still wanted to take a look, maybe I could get some news about him.

After arriving at the restaurant, many unfamiliar faces were unrecognizable.

A petite woman with heavy makeup widened her eyes in surprise when she saw me.

She pushed a group of people to my side, and said in disbelief, "Zhu Zi! It's really you!"

I nodded politely at her.

Still uncontrollably excited, she said to me, "God! You haven't changed at all!"

I thought to myself how is it possible, but I didn't say anything.

She pouted suddenly, and looked at me suspiciously, "Did you not recognize who I am?"

I smiled a little embarrassedly, but still said honestly, "It's been a long time since I saw you, and I don't remember having such a beautiful classmate like you."

She pushed me angrily and with a smile, "Come on, you still have the same virtue, and you don't care about lying."

She sighed faintly, "I am your deskmate for two years..."

I suddenly took a closer look, and it seemed to be a bit of a shadow of the past.

Seeing the change in my expression, she angrily punched me on the arm, "Are you a man, you, I don't remember such a beautiful woman."

At this time, a tall man squeezed over behind her and grabbed her bag like a little wife, and said aggrievedly, "Honey~ I'll be jealous if you do this again..."

She turned around and hugged the man's neck and licked her lips, "Good husband, don't be jealous, I only love you~"

After she finished speaking, she quickly turned her head and pulled me in, "Come and sit."

I sat next to the couple and was asked many questions by many people during the meal.

I responded gently to all of them, and when I listened to others talking about his experience, I also watched the other person seriously and listened carefully.

But Shensi always seemed to drift away from here, it was protesting, maybe I shouldn't come here.

Around midnight, the former deskmate next to me was already slightly drunk.

She leaned over suddenly, grabbed my shoulders, and motioned for me to move closer.

I looked at her sideways, and she said to me with bright eyes, "Zhu Zi...do you still...remember Wen Xiao?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I asked her as quietly as possible, "Remember, how is he now?"

Her smile suddenly became a little sad, "What's the matter...he died a long time ago..."

"I thought I would never think of him again...but when I saw you today...I suddenly remembered..."

My voice was inaudible, "When did you die?"

"It's just...not long after the college entrance examination...I was close to his house, and suddenly saw a paper streamer hanging on the gate of his house that day. I thought it was the old man who passed away, but I didn't expect it to be him..."

"I heard...he jumped into the river and committed suicide..."

Forgot when to leave the hotel.

I staggered on the street alone, the shadow in front of me crooked.

In fact, after so many years, what difference does it make to me whether he lives or dies?

But I was still uncomfortable, and even a little panicked inside.

I think I'm drunk, my breathing is heavy and my steps are slow.

Maybe I won't be able to walk any longer.

I stopped in the middle of the street and listened quietly.

I can only hear my own breathing.

There are still lights, cars, and blurred figures in the distance on the street.

Why am I the only one who can breathe?

I looked back in a daze, and a vehicle in the distance was coming in a hurry.

I couldn't help shaking to the side, and the whole person fell down.

"bang"

This sound is very similar to the sound of kicking on the classroom door back then.

I started to get the illusion that maybe that voice never existed.

My eyelids became a little heavy, and finally I closed my eyes slowly.

There seemed to be human voices in my ears.

The man said to me, "Zhu Zi, I asked, the last character of your name is 'Feng'".

【End】

☆, water ghost

"Water Ghost"

Shen Liangyan heard the exclamation of his best friend from outside the door early in the morning, "Good words! Help me!"

Unhurriedly putting down the last stroke on the rice paper, Shen Liangyan opened the door calmly, and Yushu poked in front of the door.

He Jiu flung his arms wildly, the expressive expression on his face was still ashamed, and he didn't dare to look directly at his chest. After seeing Shen Liangyan, he almost wept, shook his nose, and said straight to his heart, "Good words! Hurry up!" Help me get this thing off!"

No need to look for it specially, the moment Shen Liangyan opened the door, he saw the water ghost lying on He Jiusi's body with his back turned to him.

The figure of the water ghost was not very clear, it was flowing all the time in the shape of running water, Shen Liangyan stared at the back of the water ghost's head, and could almost imagine how cool it would be if he stuck to it.

Shen Liangyan pondered for a while, but he didn't see any special movements for a long time.

He Jiusi couldn't take it anymore, he raised his chest with a sad face, and rolled over with the water ghost on his chest, "Good words! What are you thinking? Get this thing down! I'm going to freeze to death!"

Shen Liangyan raised his eyes, looking sincerely into He Jiusi's eyes, "To be honest..."

He Jiusi, "When is it?! Do you still have the heart to learn from me in ancient culture?"

Shen Liangyan, "I know this water ghost."

He Jiusi, "It's better to know each other! Hurry up! Don't talk nonsense, just grab it off me first!"

Shen Liang said, "No."

He Jiusi, "..."

He Jiusi looked down at the water ghost who was clinging to him silently all the time. The hair on the top of the water ghost's head was smooth and his brain was round. He looked like a docile... boy.

A flash of inspiration flashed in He Jiusi's mind, "This is your concubine?!"

Shen Liangyan seemed to be unable to speak, hesitatingly said, "It's not really..."

He Jiusi, "What the hell is that? Can you solve it for me and explain it to me?"

Shen Liangyan suddenly changed the subject, "A few days ago, an old woman entered my dream."

He Jiusi was led astray subconsciously, "Ah? Why is the old lady in your dream? Year-end love?"

Shen Liang said, "No."

He Jiusi, "...then what does she want?"

Shen Liangyan, "Tuo Gu."

He Jiusi came to his senses and pointed to his chest, "Is it alone?"

Shen Liangyan continued, "The old woman told me that my ancestors were close friends with her family. Later, her family was destroyed, and only two survivors, one old and one young, escaped. She was worried about the little one. So before she died, the old one explained to the young one that she went to find an old friend. If the old friend got along well, she hoped that the old friend would help take care of the young one. A little money for the little one, and I won't bother you again..."

He Jiusi thought for a while about the old man who had left Shen Liangyan's dream, then looked at the young man lying on his chest, and said, "The overlord's clause, this is not a relative, it's just so superb?"

Immediately realizing Shen Liangyan's slightly bitter face, he asked, "What will happen if you don't agree? Being dreamed by that old woman every day?"

Shen Liangyan, "If that's the case, I'm not afraid..."

He Jiusi, "It will scare you... what is that?"

Shen Liangyan, "The old woman said that if I agree to take care of her grandson, it will be in my own interest, and her grandson will warm the bed every night..."

He Jiusi's expression was not smiling, and he couldn't hold it back, "Is this not what you want? Would you like to pick it up for nothing?"

Shen Liangyan sighed, "After all, people and ghosts go their separate ways. If you really did that, it will hurt your vitality."

He Jiusi, "..."

He Jiusi, "So you better not agree..."

Shen Liangyan, "The old woman said that if I don't agree, her grandson will pester me every day and force me to warm my bed. Until the day I agree..."

He Jiusi, "Wait...why are the conditions for agreeing or not agreeing the same?"

Shen Liangyan, "Actually, it's still different."

He Jiusi, "What's the difference?"

Shen Liangyan, "This water ghost is inherently yin and likes yang. If he doesn't control it, he may not be enough for seven times a night..."

He Jiusi, "..."

He Jiusi, "I have doubts..."

Shen Liang said, "But it's okay to say."

He Jiusi, "First of all... her grandson has become a ghost, why did she entrust that ghost to you? Why not reincarnate in a serious way?"

He Jiusi, "Then... we agreed to ask you to warm the bed, and now it appears on me, can you explain the reason?"

Shen Liangyan said, "Cough."

He Jiusi, "My day, Shen Liangyan! You tricked me!"

Shen Liangyan, "A few days ago, I woke up in the morning and felt abnormal chest tightness. I opened my eyes in pain, and suddenly found that my chest was densely covered with a water ghost."

He Jiusi rolled his fish eyes and stared at Shen Liangyan.

Shen Liangyan, "No matter how I tear it down, it's useless. It rolls over and immediately pulls back."

He Jiusi looked like I was waiting for you to continue talking.

Shen Liangyan, "I am in pain."

Shen Liangyan, "I don't want to hurt him, but his hands always touch the inside of my shirt."

Shen Liangyan, "After all, he is a normal man..."

He Jiusi, "..."

Shen Liangyan, "Later, I had no choice but to stretch out my knife, planning to kill everything."

He Jiusi, "..."

Shen Liangyan, "At this moment, the old woman appeared with a bang. She knelt on the ground and wailed, begging me not to commit suicide. In fact, she misunderstood. I originally wanted to shoot her grandson to death. She said that since I don't want her now Grandson, they are not in a hurry, the old woman gave me a talisman, and with the talisman, her grandson will not be able to get close to me. In this way, we can get along slowly until I am willing to burn the talisman."

He Jiusi, "...you still haven't explained why this water ghost would entangle me."

Shen Liangyan, "Oh, this..."

Shen Liangyan, "Actually, I don't know why he clings to you. He has been lying under my bed every night for the past few days, and fell behind me during the day. Just this morning, he disappeared. I thought I was relieved. He Going to be reincarnated."

He Jiusi, "Fuck! I don't care about your stuff, can you tell me how to get it down first? Is there anything you can do? Are you still a magic stick?"

Shen Liangyan, "There is a way..."

He Jiusi, "Then why don't you do it?"

Shen Liangyan, "It's just that this method is a little tricky. After I did it, he disappeared."

He Jiusi, "..."

Shen Liangyan, "Are you reluctant to part with him?"

He Jiusi, "Damn! I don't even know him! But it's not good to kill him so easily, right?"

He Jiusi looked at the back of Shui Gui's head with a complicated expression, then raised his head and asked Shen Liangyan, "I said...is this thing unconscious? Why does it listen to his grandma so much?"

Shen Liangyan, "It stands to reason that there should be..."

He Jiusi, "Then..."

Shen Liangyan, "But looking at his shameless appearance, it doesn't look like..."

He Jiusi, "..."

The water ghost who was lying on He Jiusi's body suddenly trembled, followed by cracks like a rotten wall, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

The water ghost was like a giant piece of bubble gum stuck to the ground, lying on its stomach soundlessly.

He Jiusi, "...?"

Shen Liangyan stared down at the gray-black bubble gum.

Bubble Gum suddenly moved, stood up staggeringly, raised his head slightly and gave Shen Liangyan a fixed look, and dropped a huge tear on the ground along the way.

Shen Liangyan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

The water ghost's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he opened his arms to Shen Liangyan, "How about a hug?"

Shen Liangyan hesitated a little, but finally couldn't bear the overly lingering and sad eyes of the water ghost, and gently opened his arms.

With tears in his eyes, the water ghost plunged his head into Shen Liangyan's arms.

Shen Liangyan's expression changed, and he blurted out, "That's bad."

The water ghost buried in his arms didn't move, only pricked up its ears.

He Jiusi on the opposite side asked, "What?"

Shen Liangyan's face turned pale, but he looked at He Jiusi with dark eyes, "The old woman told me in a dream that the talisman works, but if I let her grandson get close , that talisman will be invalid.”

He Jiusi was speechless and looked at Shen Liangyan with sympathetic eyes. After all, he saw with his own eyes that the water ghost shrank into Shen Liangyan's arms very happily after hearing Shen Liangyan's words.He thought to himself, this sinking good words can't get rid of the water ghost at all...

At the same time, Shen Liangyan wrapped his arms around the water ghost's back, and an orange talisman appeared in his hand, then spontaneously ignited and disappeared without a trace.

He Jiusi looked at Shen Liangyan suspiciously.

Shen Liangyan blinked at He Jiusi, stretched out a finger and made a shh in front of his lips.

Then he "sighed" and "very sadly" hugged the water ghost and turned back to the house...

He Jiusi, "..."

Wait, something seems wrong?

After a long time, He Jiusi took advantage of the water ghost's deep sleep, glanced at it faintly, then turned his gaze to Shen Liangyan, "I don't understand..."

Shen Liangyan, "Huh? Don't understand what?"

He Jiusi, "Don't you hate it?"

Shen Liangyan, "Nothing."

He Jiusi, "..."

He Jiusi, "Then you said that in front of me..."

Shen Liangyan, "Oh, I just want to know if he can talk... No matter how I teased him before, he just didn't talk, and just hugged me and rubbed in my arms."

He Jiusi, whose face was shown off, "..."

He Jiusi, "What if he still doesn't speak that day?"

Shen Liangyan, "If you don't say it, don't say it. My good words have a hundred ways to coax him back."

He Jiusi, "..."

Shen Liangyan, "Baby seems to be waking up, you go back."

He Jiusi gave Shen Liangyan a middle finger and left angrily.

【End】

☆, the dead

I live on the side of the highway, at the end of the village.

This afternoon, there was a car accident in front of my door.

I was staring at the closed door when I heard the sound. Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the house. The sound was abnormal, and the motorcycle that scratched the ground seemed to be whining.

When I went out to see, the disaster had subsided. There was a motorcycle lying not far from my door.

I slowly shifted my gaze, and finally saw a deformed corpse lying on the ground, with Moto's upper body resting on his head.

He's not going to survive, I know that.

But I still trembled and called 120 and called the police.

There is only the sound of the wind near the highway, and I can't hear my own breathing standing in the wind.

The driver who caused the accident ran away, the scene of the crime was cleared, and the body was taken away.

All was silent, night fell, and I returned to my home.

My house is very run-down, and it's just me in the house.

Although the house was solidly built, it was bitterly cold.

In the middle of the night, I wrapped the quilt tightly and hid in layers of tattered wadding.

Time passed by, and I couldn't sleep.

The scene during the day passed through my mind over and over again, and gradually took root, which made my brain ache.

I dare not think about the dead man, I forced myself to avoid all dead people long ago.

Especially since I live next to the highway, the roar of vehicles at night can almost enter my dreams.

This place is an ominous place, with frequent accidents, even in the daytime, it looks cold and desolate, standing here can't help but look cold and solemn, as if afraid of disturbing anyone nearby.

And at night, I dare not think about anything about death, because I am afraid, I am afraid that the darkness in my mind will attract some lingering ghosts, and they will hide in the dark and stare at me.

The night is deeper.

I tossed and turned, lost sleep.

My head was hidden in the quilt, and I was so stuffy that I escaped. The moment I exposed my head, I heard footsteps outside the door.

step.

step.

The footsteps are too slow, it is impossible for a person to walk so slowly.

The footsteps are too heavy, people can't walk with such heavy steps.

I grabbed the quilt tightly and covered my head again.

The footsteps outside the door stopped, and it seemed to stop at my door.

I held my breath and didn't move, I didn't dare to open the door to look, because I was sure there was no one outside.

It was silent and seemed to be watching me somehow.

Then it raised its hand, "Boom" "Boom" "Boom".

No one answered the door, it continued to knock three times as if it didn't believe that there was no one in the house.

I dare not make a sound.

It was suddenly quiet outside. The strange thing is, even though it was quiet before, I could feel it was outside.

But now, it's gone.

is it gone

wrong.

My neck stiffened bit by bit, how dare I look back?How can I go back?

It suddenly punched my back, and I was caught off guard and fell out of bed in shock.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and in the darkness, I gasped heavily.

It was a dream.

I stood up again and crawled on the bed, but stopped when my fingers pressed on the bed.

Not a dream.

It was lying on the bed with its back to me.

His short hair is sticky, and there is a sunken hole in the back of his head.

"help me."

I was pinned in place, unable to move, and I was forced to listen to it say, "Help me" over and over again...

I suppressed my trembling, and boldly asked, "How to save?"

It kept repeating in a low voice, and it suddenly fell silent, and I unconsciously raised a layer of fine hairs. At this moment, it suddenly said, "Use your life!"

He jumped up with a "bass" and hugged me.

We hugged each other quietly for a while, and he whispered behind my ear, "Are you afraid?"

I silently shook my head.

He groped for my waist, hugged me tightly, picked me up, put me on the bed and held me down.

I couldn't see his face in the dark, he looked at me for a long time, then whispered, "I'm leaving."

I gripped his sleeves tightly.

Suddenly his whole body became cold and stiff, and then he broke free from my hand and disappeared from my sight.

I know, it's three o'clock in the morning.

Every day at three o'clock in the morning, he had to leave.Then at three o'clock in the afternoon, he appeared at the entrance of the village on a motorcycle, rode over at a high speed, and collided with the truck again, making a bang.

A year ago, I didn't live at a freeway junction.

He was still my best friend at that time, and I watched him leave my house with his helmet in his arms, and never thought he would never come back.

During those days, I still refused to believe that he was dead. Even if I saw his dead body with my own eyes, I just felt strange.

At night, I wandered along the side of the road, climbed to the overpass and looked down at the shadows of cars passing by from time to time. I hoped to find him, even though I felt that my behavior was ridiculous.

One day, however, I walked into an abandoned cabin by the highway.

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door behind him.

I didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

Just when I couldn't help turning my head, he suddenly said, "It's me."

I turned around all of a sudden, and he turned his face away in a panic, not wanting me to see the horrible wound on his face.

I rushed up emotionally, hugged him, and hugged him tightly.

He whispered in my ear, "You are dreaming, and you will forget the dream tomorrow."

I smiled bitterly and said, "Don't lie to me..."

He did die, but he didn't leave.

And the price of staying here is that he has to experience that day's death once a day.

I asked him why he refused to leave.

He told me that he had something he hadn't said to me, that he would die with regret.

He asked me why I waited for him on the highway every night.

I said, I regret that I didn't hold you on the day you left my house, let you spend the night at my house, let you sleep in my bed, let you sleep in me...

We are obsessed with it, he dies and wakes up every day.

I suffer from the same pain every day.

I once asked him why he didn't let me accompany him and why he still endured this torture.

He told me that if I die too, he will have no obsession to keep him here, and then we will have to leave and go where we need to go...

The sun was about to set, and suddenly there was a "boom" outside the door...

【End】

☆, silly brother

It's time to go home again, Qin Shi doesn't want to go home more and more recently.

But he knew he couldn't be willful, the person in the family needed him.

After a long journey, exhausted by boats and cars, Qin Shi rushed back all the way, stood in front of his house, and looked at the figures inside for a while through the window.

The person in the window was oblivious to the movement outside. He was concentrating on rolling out the dumpling wrappers, and making round meat dumplings one by one. He waited for his brother to come back and put them in the pot immediately.

Qin Shi didn't look at it for a long time before looking away. The large and small bags of fruit in his hand were slightly loose, and the bag made a rattling sound.

The people in the room turned their heads cleverly, and happened to meet Qin Shi who had just entered the door.

Qin Shichong raised the corners of his lips slightly to his brother, which was regarded as a smile.

And Qin Jiu reacted much more than Qin Shi, his eyes widened in surprise, as if he didn't know before