Strange disease

It was about midnight that the lights in the windows went out.

Seeing that he was asleep, I patted my pants that were stained with mud and grass leaves, moved my stiff and sore limbs, and walked out slowly.

It's not a problem to stay outside all the time, and it's impossible for me to just lie on the ground at the gate of my house like this. I just hid three times from the security guards who were watching the night just now.

I found a secluded spot under the viaduct and curled myself up into a ball.

Although it was summer, the night was still a bit cold, and I shivered, then realized that I would not catch a cold.

In fact, sleeping is not necessary for a dead person. All my physiological functions have stopped, but I probably still maintain the habits of a human being psychologically. At night, I always think that it is time to rest, and my spirit will not be conscious. started to get tired.

And I have nowhere to go. If I don't sleep, I really don't know what else to do.

But I didn't know that dead people can also dream.

In the dream, I seemed to have come to a strange place with simple and weird architectural style and crowded with people.

There seemed to be the sound of rushing water in the distance.

I was pushed by the crowd and had to go forward, as if everyone was heading in the same direction, but I didn't know what was waiting for me at the end of the road.

Strangely, I seem to feel a great sadness from the bottom of my heart.

let me go...

let me go back...

Subconsciously, I seem to know very well that this is a dream. I seem to have had such an experience before. When I have a nightmare, I clearly know that I am just dreaming, but I can’t escape, I can’t wake up, I can only be trapped in the Dreamland, trying to find a way out in illusion.

But I know this is just a dream, what am I afraid of?

At this time, there seemed to be a pair of hands patting my shoulder, and I opened my eyes suddenly.

It was bright daylight, and I was lying in the noisy world of people, and I saw that the person who woke me up had an old face full of grooves, and his head was full of silver frost.

In front of them was an old couple walking their dog, arm in arm.

The old man said, "Young man, why are you sleeping on the road? Life is difficult?"

I felt that he probably wanted to pay me out of his pocket, so I hurriedly stopped his trembling hand: "No need..."

Coincidentally, this kind-hearted couple happened to have a vacant attic in their house, and they offered to let me live temporarily, which solved my urgent need.

I didn't understand at first why they were so kind.

The old man's house was tidy and the windows were bright and clean, but there was a smell of old wood, as if a person lying in a coffin could smell a similar smell.

The house is very large, and it even looks very spacious and quiet, but there are only two old people and a puppy living in it.

I later learned that the only son of the old couple died young due to an accidental car accident, and more than ten years have passed since now.

Grandma said that when the child left, he was about my age.

They said, for some reason, I have a good face.

Grandma was wiping the puppy Huahua's feet with a rag, Huahua was being handled quietly, and its two round black eyes were looking at me.

Grandma said with a smile, this teddy is timid, he will call every stranger, but he is very obedient when he sees me.

Feeling novel, I raised my hand and carefully touched Huahua's round, furry head, and it still let me touch it obediently.

I started with them.

There are few guests at home, but I have noticed that the old man sometimes stares at the door in a daze.

There are still their son's slippers, umbrella, and coat that they didn't take away before the last time they went out.

Strange to say, I was only in my twenties when I died, and the people around me were also young people of my age. Young people, there are always many entertainment activities, such as all-night karaoke and disco. An essential part of life.

And while I'm not a fan of it, there's no denying that the occasional indulgence can be quite a joy.

The hormones exploded, the adrenaline was secreted rapidly, and the heart beat violently in the chest.

This is the privilege of being young.

But now, those thoughts of pursuing excitement and stimulation have quietly left, and I find that I have more common language with the old man who is half buried in the ground——

Our way of life is so similar, every day is repeated, the sun rises and sets, time passes quietly, there is no difference between the past and tomorrow, only the day when the end comes.

I think that's probably why they look at me kindly.

Just like the invisible and insurmountable dividing line between the living and the dead, living life will naturally move closer together, and so will dead life.

It's just that the person they were waiting for is long gone, and I still miss Xi Rong.

I wonder if he is doing well.