The days of living with the god of death

"In a bad mood?" Realizing that he was a little too selfish, Zhou Ming put down what he was doing, and came to the other party with some embarrassment, "What happened in the afternoon made you feel sad?"

"No, not at all." The other party turned over with an indifferent expression on his face, "It's just a little disappointed. I thought the lives of living people would be more interesting, so they didn't want to die. But what are these people doing? They Joy and anger, disputes over non-existent interests, what is there to cherish in such a life?"

"Well, not everyone's life is so empty and boring." Zhou Ming scratched his hair in embarrassment. As a person who often wastes his life on meaningless things, he felt the need to defend himself one time. "The things they put their emotions on are virtual, I admit, but the emotions themselves are real. When they are happy, whether there is any reason for their happiness, they are indeed happy. I think this is why people miss life s reason."

"It makes sense." The other party thought for a while, and finally accepted the reason.

"I'll go to the hospital with you tonight. There's nothing you can do if your number is frozen. I hope it will be unfrozen tomorrow." He patted the other person on the shoulder.

Taking the initiative to go out to harvest souls for the first time was not as bad as Zhou Ming thought.It was a nursing ward, and Zhou Ming sneaked in easily under the pretext of visiting.The layout of the room was very simple. There were two beds, one was empty, and there was a writing desk opposite the bed with a small TV on it.There was a smell of medicine everywhere in the hospital, and there was also a cold and gloomy feeling, which made Zhou Ming very uncomfortable.

The deceased was an old lady who died in her sleep without any pain, so that she was a little surprised when her soul was drawn out of her body by the god of death.

"I didn't expect it to be so simple." The old lady looked at her sleeping son lying on the edge of her bed, and wanted to pick up a blanket to cover him, but her fingers went straight through, "So this is death. He will never hear it again." I have spoken."

"Yes. But you can stay with him for a while, and I will see you off before dawn." Death leaned on the desk with his arms folded.

"I still have a lot of things I want to say to him, but I always forget them. People lose their memory when they get old." The old lady sat on the edge of the bed, with her hands on her son's shoulders, but it was useless.

"Maybe I can record your words?" Zhou Ming turned on the phone, "and hand it over to him?"

"Your mobile phone can't record the voice from the soul." Death shook his head, picked up the pen and paper on the desk, "Let me record it."

"You are really a good person." The old lady said a little excitedly.

"I'm not human... But it doesn't matter, you can tell." Death scratched the back of his ear with the pen, as if he was not used to being thanked like this.

The old lady's last words are very long, they are all trivial things in life, and they have no clue. It sounds like endless rambling, such as what soup to eat in winter to replenish the body, don't always stay up late at night, and try to minimize it in normal times. Drinking, what is your favorite dish, asking your wife to learn how to cook, and so on.Zhou Ming felt that the old lady had probably said it more than once before she was alive, but the old man, that's it, can't remember what they said, and keeps repeating it.

After listening for a while, Zhou Ming fell asleep on another hospital bed. The last impression he had was the faint moonlight in the darkness, outlining the quiet and serious face of the god of death, and the rustling sound of writing that made people fall asleep.

It was dawn when he woke up again, Zhou Ming rubbed his eyes and sat up. Last night's crooked sleep made him uncomfortable. "You sent her away?"

"En." Reaper replied, sitting on the chair and staring at the old lady on the hospital bed.It was only then that Zhou Ming noticed that several pages of suicide note had been placed on the quilt, and was pressed by the old lady's arm, as if the old lady had written it and put it in her arms.

"Actually, you are a very gentle person." Zhou Ming looked at the other party, the slender and transparent sunlight passing through the long eyelashes, casting a shadow under his eyes.In fact, this guy can be admired when he is not torturing people, Zhou Ming thought, but considering that human beings are always tossing death, maybe he really has a reason to make up for the other party.

"Let's go, that person will wake up later." Reaper stood up, opened the door quietly, and walked out with Zhou Ming.

When they came to the elevator at the end of the corridor, they heard the screams of grief from the ward.

"Are you always so kind when harvesting souls?" Zhou Ming thought about the other party's age. He didn't know how long he had been wandering in the world, and how many people he had witnessed. If he wanted to fulfill every soul's last wish, he should It is also very hard, right?

"No, very few. Most people only care about themselves, and do some irrational struggles and resistance." Death shook his head, "Their attempts are futile and meaningless, and I am not interested."

Zhou Ming was silent for a while before asking, "What kind of things are meaningful to you?"

"My work." Death answered as a matter of course. "Death is part of the balance of nature. I understand the meaning of my work, the necessity of my actions, and the disastrous consequences if I don't. Excuse me." I can say bluntly that you humans often do things without thinking or understanding enough.”

"I admit it." Zhou Ming scratched his hair, "Most of the time, human beings are hedonistic animals. I do this because I am happy to do it, that's all. We don't care what is meaningful or not."

"It's not necessarily so after death." The god of death said with experience, "You were busy enjoying yourself while you were alive, and only after you died did you start thinking about what you have done with this short, empty and boring life? Is it worth it? No Regret? Worst of all, they always feel like I should have an answer."

"If death has no meaning at all, then the life ended by it is equally absurd." Zhou Ming said with a smile, "You have to admit that it makes sense for them to ask you."

"Why don't you think when you're alive?" The god of death looked sullen. "Humans have a lifetime to figure out these problems, but every time they pile up until the last few hours before starting to think."

"Let's put it this way, assuming you are a living human being, what do you think you should do at this point?" Zhou Ming looked at his watch, it was only six o'clock in the morning.

"Eat breakfast." A foodie gave the answer very simply.

"You see, people have to do a lot of things to survive, such as eating, drinking and drinking, and to survive in our era, you need money. In order to have money, you have to do a lot of things that have nothing to do with the meaning of your life. things, such as study and work. These things add up to almost a person's life. So you see, human beings are so busy surviving, how can they have time to think about why they live?"

"This is very strange. If your human life is so empty, why do you naturally arrange for you to exist, and why do you need to arrange for us to harvest your souls?"

"Uh..." Zhou Ming felt dizzy for a while, and felt that this topic could not go on any longer, so he reluctantly replied, "I guess it is because of your existence that life has an end, and human beings feel that life is precious." Yes, you should make good use of it, so that your life will become more meaningful. For example, no matter how much you eat and wait for death, if you are directly impacted by death, they will cheer up a little and live a more fulfilling life. Although it may not last long. But from this perspective, your existence is not completely meaningless, is it?"

"Is this answer very witty?" The God of Death looked at Zhou Ming in surprise, "I always thought you were the type who would just eat and wait to die."

"Don't be so mean, okay? Wasn't I the one who washed your clothes and cleaned your room?" Zhou Ming was still a little angry when he thought of his life as a maid.

"From this point of view, it seems that I let you finally find the meaning of existence."

"Die! I didn't live to be your maid!"

"The steamed buns in soup here seem to be pretty good, let's eat them."

"Don't change the subject suddenly, hey!"