from the star

Ling Qingyuan felt that his body was sinking uncontrollably.

The sloppy consciousness can't control the heavy body at all. The whole person is like the big anchor of the barge. Under the strong force of gravity, it overcomes the tiny buoyancy and falls into the suffocatingly dark deep water.

Ling Qingyuan still had a little inspiration.

How... how... water, water everywhere.He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't believe that when he opened them, he still couldn't see anything.

Yes, at night, without light.In the water, the light cannot be cast.The limbs are no longer in control, and even the futile shouts cannot rush out of the chest cavity.

Alive, struggling, alive, this is a fresh life, and there are still many unfinished nostalgia, he can't just leave like this.Ling Qingyuan's head was floating upwards, so close and so far from the water surface.He held his breath to the end, and before he could feel despair, the all-pervasive cold liquid penetrated into his trachea and lungs through his nasal cavity and throat.

He arched his back in pain.I want to cough, and the spicy and sour feeling rushes straight to my forehead.

A thought flashed in Ling Qingyuan's mind.He was afraid that he would never be able to breathe again.A few meters away, the beautiful air with particle pollution will never belong to him anymore...

A few hours, days, or weeks later, a male corpse will be pushed to the shore by the current, and will be found by passers-by—the corpse has a sluggish and horrified expression, swollen and wrinkled hands and feet, and is dizzy from mud, sand, and water plants. Dyed shirt and trousers, like a shroud, retain the last bits of dignity of its owner.

After the body is found and identified, his name will spread in another way.The world knows that what he could not achieve in his lifetime will become a reality in this way.Afterwards, the traces of his existence will suddenly disappear like waves hitting the beach.

Ling Qingyuan felt himself laughing.He has no time to think about why he fell into this abyss of near-death. At the moment of dying, since God let him maintain a clear consciousness, he had no choice but to choose to accept this ending.

This period of life is like an anticlimactic movie. The ending song is played in a hurry, just waiting for the big characters "End" to appear on the black screen-but his eyes are so hot, this is the last movie in his life.Then my heart slowly turned cold uncontrollably, and the inseparable attachment in this life suddenly had the most abrupt terminator.

"Brother! Brother!"

The unspeakable pain tore at the nerves.And the ugly voice with a crying voice was like sandpaper, which made him suffer a lot.His consciousness seemed to have just swam back from somewhere, and it paused hastily, and then there was another terminal waiting for him.

"Brother, hold on a little longer, the ambulance will be here soon." The young woman was in a panic, calling out a name in a voice that was probably too frightened and forked.

That name is completely unfamiliar.

"Brother Hebai, Cheng Hebai, wake up! I promise you, I promise you that I will never be self-willed or self-assertive, and I will absolutely listen to you in the future. Answer me, answer me quickly!"

Tsurubai, who is it?

This woman was so noisy that he couldn't sleep well, and couldn't even dream.Obviously, he was so tired that he had no energy in his body, and his body seemed to be hollowed out, eager to rest.Is this temperature so cold that it is still summer? It should be the season of hibernation. He can't stay for too long. He really should go, and he should go somewhere to get a long sleep.

"Yes, yes, Brother Hebai, you don't have to answer me, you just need to listen to me. Listen to me, I have already called the police, and those people have already left. It will be fine, it will be fine. I will never Do something stupid, don't provoke them, and I want the police to catch them... Then, we, and mother, we three live in peace. We don't want to get rich and rich, as long as we don't frighten her..."

With one hand, he sniffed, and with the other, he stroked the arteries in his neck.The defense against strangers is an instinctive reflex, and he wants to keep a distance from her.But in the end, in the eyes of the young woman next to him, it was trembling like a shrimp and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

The sun is at the other end of the earth, and the wind at night carries an unsuitable smell of sand and stone and fishy smell.What was wet was the ground under his body, and there was blood in his throat that he couldn't finish vomiting no matter how hard he vomited.

"Brother... I was wrong. I shouldn't have moved the family money without telling you, and I shouldn't have participated in some deceptive ghost show. I was wrong. I was fooled. You are right, they are bad people You are all right, so don't go, please don't go!"

The silence was pierced by sirens without warning, and there was the sound of wheels grinding the road.

"Help, ambulance! Brother, the ambulance is here!"

ambulance?Save who, save him... Who is he, who is this.

pain.My waist and abdomen were in pain like burning.The brain is probably on the verge of strike due to lack of blood and oxygen for too long.Wait, who's thinking... and who's feeling the pain?

too weird.

There was a thump in his chest, and the feeling was so overwhelming that he caught it.The last thought in the haze was the stretcher and the doctor—he was still alive.

It is a wonderful thing to be surrounded by living cells.People who have just experienced the desperation of death will probably describe the rebirth in this way: it is similar to the peace and steadfastness of a baby returning to its mother, so simple that there are no more precious words to describe it

Ling Qingyuan woke up, but hadn't opened his eyes yet.

Consciousness has returned to this body, but the head is full of chaos.Ling Qingyuan couldn't avoid this extremely chaotic situation: the real him was in water in the last scene before the end of the play, but the body he knew was lying in a pool of blood.

I don't know if this is reality or a fantasy.But if you don't face it, you will never be sure whether this is an easter egg after the ending song, a tidbit from God's perspective that jumps out of the camera and the script.

Being mentally prepared, Ling Qingyuan slightly opened his eyes.I don't know what time it is, but the sky is bright, and the pure white room is covered with a layer of orange light.He rolled his eyes, and there was a young girl on the right hand who was dozing off while leaning on the railing beside the bed, and there was a middle-aged woman with gray and thin hair on the left.

The tiny movement startled the middle-aged woman.She raised her head, a strand of hair fell down her forehead, and the fine lines around her eyes were like a network of rivers in the south of the Yangtze River. She sniffled and her lips trembled like petals blown by a strong wind.

"Son..."

It's like the leading actor hasn't entered the role yet, but the actor who plays the opposite role has already become emotional.Ling Qingyuan's not-so-useful brain froze, and his face looked tangled and dull.After all, he hadn't heard this strange title for more than twenty years.

Fortunately, he was originally postoperative, and he was so weak that he was so weak that no one could tell that his reaction was slow when he was lying on the hospital bed.

The middle-aged woman tucked in the quilt, turned around to adjust the flow rate of the needle.He fiddled with the knob vaguely with his fingertips, and then he sat like a sculpture for a long time without turning around.Ling Qingyuan saw her covering her mouth and sobbing from her half-opened eyes.

The girl on the right woke up, rubbed her eyes, her eyeballs swept around quickly, her eyes fell from the woman on the opposite side to Ling Qingyuan on the hospital bed, and she called softly: "Brother."

Ling Qingyuan slowly closed and opened his eyes, adjusted his facial muscles, and then looked into the girl's eyes, as if he wanted to see his current appearance in her reflection.

"Brother..." The woman shouted again.Even if Ling Qingyuan, an uninvited guest, didn't understand the cause and effect, he could somehow hear the mixed feelings of regret, guilt and joy in this word.

"what happened?"

The young woman probably thought she was asking her about the operation, so she got up and said like crackling fried beans: "Brother, the operation went very well. We were sent here by ambulance last night, and you were immediately pushed to the operating room. Around the early morning It ended at five o'clock. The doctor said that it was all trauma and the bleeding was heavy, but fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time. After half a day of anesthesia, he woke up, no, just half a day later."

Ling Qingyuan was silent.He looked away to meet the woman who called his son, just in time to meet her gaze.

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up." The woman turned to the girl opposite again, but her tone was more helpless and troubled: "Lu Bai, let your brother have a good rest first."

The woman stopped sobbing, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at Lu Bai on the other side with a little reproach.The latter lowered his head in embarrassment for some unknown reason, and suddenly jumped up and ran out in a hurry, saying as he ran, "I'll go to the nurse's station and tell them that my brother is awake, and ask about the medication and follow-up treatment by the way."

Ling Qingyuan was at a loss for what to do with the remaining mother in this body and him, an "outsider", in the ward.He finds that this "self" has been swiftly brought into this new role without choice.

According to the normal plot, the son who just woke up from a serious illness should call mother at this time, but the word has not been used for too long, it is rusty and stuck, and he really can't say it to her.In the end, he could only say dryly: "I..."

"It's okay, just wake up. I know all the good things that damn girl Lu Bai did. Don't try to hide it for her after you are like this. You should take care of your wounds first. If you are alive, there will be no barriers you can't get through. .”

The middle-aged woman spoke very slowly, her tone was slow and gentle, but her brows were still gloomy.Ling Qingyuan didn't know the plot of the last episode at all, and hearing her tone of voice and the few words in the conversation, she always felt that there seemed to be something wrong in this family.

Probably the injury was too serious before, and people feel tired after a little effort.He didn't say anything, just pursed his lips, wanting to rest and rejuvenate again.

Seeing his movements, the woman took a glass of broad bean paste from the bedside table and unscrewed the red metal lid.The cup is transparent and somewhat refracted from the outside.

"The doctor said that the injury on your stomach is in the spleen and stomach. The organ ruptured and almost lost half of the stomach. You can't eat or drink immediately after the operation, and you have to rely on a hanging needle." The woman dipped a stainless steel spoon in some water Stretch it in front of Ling Qingyuan, motioning him to open his mouth.

"Let me moisten your lips first, lest it be too dry and uncomfortable." She warned: "Don't move, be careful not to put it in your mouth and swallow it."

The fluid that was as comfortable as body temperature gave him the urge to heat his eyes for the second time in one day.Ling Qingyuan closed his eyes, thinking of the mother he lost at the age of 16, and the 36 years of life that were not bright but not necessarily wasted, and finally fell back to the owner of this body, his family...

He used to be a director.He is not a big-name director, but always shoots genre films with marginal themes.

He loves the big screen, loves the art of film until his death, and remains determined all his life.Even though the number of viewers was few, the box office was dismal, his family was ruined, and his reputation was poor, it never let him get rid of this obsession.

But by accident, he is no longer him.Ling Qingyuan's body and soul sank into the water inexplicably, he had a splitting headache, and he didn't even know why he suddenly fell into the deep water.God was merciful, but by mistake, his soul actually lodged in the body of another newly dead person.

This body may be much younger than him.This body still has the family affection he had lost long ago.He Ling Qingyuan, how should he live... Should he live as a mother's son, a younger sister's brother, or set up the director's chair again, and live with selflessness inside and outside the play with a loudspeaker in hand.

Ling Qingyuan moved her right hand without a needle, signaling the woman to stop being busy.He closed his eyes and heard his "mother" cover the water glass and put it back on the bedside table.When it became quiet again, she said softly, "Turn around... tell me what happened... I'm a little... confused."

"No hurry, you rest first." The woman stuffed his right hand back into the quilt, and still said softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing something: "Don't worry, it's all right now."