dead person

I still remember the family who moved in the village when I was nine years old.The man looks amiable, the woman looks gentle and virtuous, and even the son of that family, although his skin is a bit dark, likes to smile shyly, just like the little scholar in those ancient TV dramas.

The people in the village didn't feel much when foreigners came. They just greeted each other occasionally, but others couldn't tell the difference.

And those of us who are used to bandits in the village naturally don't listen to the whims of our family members, so we let that Jing Yun stay at the back of the line as far away as a mop bottle.

Occasionally when I am in a better mood, I will allow him to come and play with us.Every time I lose in a game or something, I'm always used to relying on him and asking him to help me get punished. He doesn't get annoyed, and just looks at me with bright eyes.

He always likes to follow behind us, calling me Brother Changyuan, Brother Changyuan. At the beginning, I naturally put on the posture of a big brother, but after listening to it a lot, I just feel bored and a little bored.However, it would be better to take care of him a little bit more, after all, that loud brother made me really happy.

Although he doesn't talk much and always follows me like a little tail, I gradually found that the little friends who used to play with me are looking for him more often than me.And he just looked at me shyly and smiled, called Brother Changyuan, and continued to cling to me as if nothing had happened.

I felt a little unhappy in my heart, and I couldn't express it for a while.It was unpleasant, like a snowball rolling in my heart, getting bigger and bigger, slowly making me understand what jealousy really means.

He never said where his family moved here from. He could write beautiful pen characters, and he won the first place in the school when he transferred to the first semester. Even the piano that had been idle for a long time, except As a music teacher, he can play decently.

Of course, I couldn't express such dark thoughts, and it gradually turned into my disgust for him. When no one else was present, I told him to go away in a cold tone, and told him not to follow me or bother me.

But he is really annoying, such a smart brain, why can't understand people's words.It sticks to me like a brown candy that can't be shaken off, and I can't get rid of it no matter what. I still call me Brother Changyuan with a shy smile again and again.

It's harsh.

That day, the little friends in the village went to the pond behind the village together. When he saw it, he followed him from a distance.I glared at him from a distance, and he was standing obediently not far from the pond, looking at us eagerly.

Those cowards were such a disappointment that they didn't dare to go into the water.I swam happily in the water twice, glanced at him, and walked towards the deep water area by accident.It's just that the water is deeper, I can do it.

As soon as I entered the deep water area, I felt that the water temperature had become much colder. I persisted for a few minutes in spite of myself, and only turned back to swim to the shore when I felt my calf cramp.However, the hands and feet are a little out of control.

I kept struggling in the water, but I couldn't call out for help when I looked at him.The harder I struggled, the farther away my friends who came all the way hid with fear on their faces.

He was the only one who hurriedly took off his shirt and rushed towards me. Even the posture of falling into the water was better than mine.

I just hate it.

After returning to the shore, those little friends spontaneously surrounded him again, but he stepped on the moss on the stone steps and fell, knocking his head on the stone steps with a big bump.

That was the first time, his eyes were no longer clear and bright.But he still kept leaning towards me as usual.

Simply, it's annoying.

In the ears, there are all the cares of the companions.It's caring, but I find it extremely annoying.He said it as if if he hadn't come to save me, I would have drowned just now.Even if I drown, I don't want to be rescued by him.

His hands grabbed my wrist, and his eyes were still looking at me like that.At this time, he still called Brother Changyuan in the same voice.I wanted to shake off his hand, but he held it too tightly. In a hurry, I bent down and bit his wrist, pushing him away.

"I told you to stay away from me, don't call me that."

He came over again and again, and was pushed away by us jokingly again and again.Even the teachers in the school praised his swimming skills. Who is he scaring if he can't get up from the bottom of the water?

After waiting for a few more minutes, I started to get scared, turned around and fled the pool with my friends.On the way, when his father came out to greet us, we just kept our heads down and ran faster.

That night, people in the village started looking for him.All of us refrained from talking about the pond in the afternoon out of fear.

They finally found his body in a pond a few days later.My parents said that the child of the Wang family died.

Immediately afterwards, my dad, who had never hit me before, slapped me hard.

What's so sad about dying is something I've never figured out.Don't the old people in the village always show that relieved expression every time they die of illness?Why do Xiaoyun's parents cry all the time?

After that incident, the friends became a lot more silent, and they spent even less time playing together.Only once, when I met Du Mingyue, the way she looked at me made me feel really panicked.

From then on, when I went out to play again, my dad always had a long face. Every time I went to Xiaoyun's house, I would always be beaten severely when I came back.

So, I never dared to tell them what was pressing on my heart.I dare not tell them, I still seem to hear Xiao Yun calling me brother Changyuan.What I dare not say is that when he is gone, I feel so lost and sad in my heart.

At that moment, I probably knew why his parents' eyes were always full of tears.

No matter how many beatings I received, my legs seemed to have their own thoughts, and they always turned towards the door of Xiaoyun's house unconsciously, and every time I saw the faces of his parents, I always ran away in fear. open.

I know that Xiaoyun was probably killed by me, although I didn't think he would die at the time.

But, I dare not say.

In the air of the village, one can always smell the Wang family burning paper money.The sadness on Xiaoyun's father's face seemed to subside day by day, and that day, I dared to step into the gate of their house.

Xiaoyun's name was engraved on a small wooden board. I looked at the incense table in front of the memorial tablet, and felt overwhelming sadness at this moment, and realized that I would never see him again.

At that moment, I burst into tears and knelt in front of his memorial tablet and told the secret buried in my heart.

His father stopped the fucking mother who was about to rush over to beat me, and looked at me with gritted teeth. Just when I thought he was going to eat me alive, he suppressed a smile.

"Are you willing to go to the police station with your uncle and repeat what you just said? In that case, Jing Yun will definitely forgive you."

I nodded, and he reached out and patted the top of my head, which made my brain hurt a little.

In the evening, after I got home, I was beaten again.My dad didn't say anything, but scolded me with red eyes that I was out of my mind, and said that next time he saw me running outside, he would beat me to death.

I was scared in my heart. After the police came to the village, I stayed at home. When the police questioned me, under the watchful eyes of my father, I gritted my teeth and shook my head.

The police came several times in a row, and each time almost all the villagers were mobilized. I think being a policeman is really awe-inspiring.He sneaked out the door, followed behind the leading policeman, and called Uncle Li loudly.

Afterwards, my parents once went out together and came back, suddenly became nervous, told me a lot of bad things about Uncle Wang, and warned me never to get close to him again.

But, he is Xiaoyun's father, he is a good man.Losing Xiaoyun, he is already so sad, I made such a big mistake, I can't hurt him like that again.

After the village police came several times in a row, they never came again.

I still sneaked and seized every opportunity to run out, and stayed at Xiaoyun's house for a whole day.

Xiaoyun's father is different from mine. He has countless stories in his mind.He told me about mountain ghosts and spirits, about how the fox repays favors, about past and present lives, about karma.I didn't quite understand some of them, but I just felt that he seemed a little lonely, so I nodded along with him.

For some reason, when this word got out, it changed a bit.Rumors spread in the village, causing many friends to get beaten up a few times.

Uncle Wang told me that he figured it out, Xiaoyun just went to the other side, in the sky, but he was a little lonely and wanted a little friend to accompany him.

It's not difficult, but it's just to send the little friend to the other side. Naturally, it's my duty to do this.

I helped Uncle Wang call out his little friends one by one, and gave them the things that Uncle Wang asked me to hand over. After they fell asleep, I called Uncle Wang again and went home happily.Uncle Wang will naturally find a way to send them to see Xiaoyun, and then they will definitely have a good time.

The gossip in the village was getting weirder.Uncle Wang told me that it was only because I provoked the mountain god that the mountain god cursed me.All the children in this village will go there.

I just finished talking about this with the rest of my friends, and the next day, everyone in the village knew about it.

There are fewer and fewer friends in the village every day.However, this is a secret between Uncle Wang and me. As a man, I should naturally keep my mouth shut.

After the last little friend in the village died, I never saw Uncle Wang again.The way those people in the village look at me always makes me feel a little scared.The child they wished they could protect closely would always find the right time to run out, and then never went back.

And the rumors in the village became more and more serious. Everyone thought that their children died because of me, and some even said that if the rest of the people wanted to leave the village, they would die as well.

In my heart, I just feel that their minds are not very good. Aren't we all good friends who play together on weekdays? Isn't it right that we all go together?

One day not long after that, my dad came back from the outside in a daze, and I suffered the heaviest beating in my life, until my skin was torn to pieces. Even if my mother put a knife across my neck, she couldn't stop my dad. The hand that hit me.

That night, I developed a high fever.I could feel my mother crying in panic, and my father's footsteps going out to get the village doctor.

Although I couldn't wake up in a daze, I could still hear their voices.I heard that many people from the village came to my house, and some people said in a crying voice that so and so in the village died again when they left the village.

After all, my dad failed to leave the village to bring back a doctor. I felt him sitting at the head of the bed and staring at me for a long time without speaking.

My mother was crying and wanted to leave the village, but was stopped by the villagers. After she passed out from crying, she was sent back to the room.The village doctor, who smelled of herbs, entered the room at this time.

I could smell the strong smell of herbs on him, and feel the hand on his wrist to feel his pulse.The voices of the uncles in the village kept ringing in the room, fast and soft, with a bit of anger.I couldn't hear clearly, I just vaguely heard someone call my dad's name, saying that he was asked to make a choice.

The voices in the room stopped instantly, I wanted to open my eyes, and took my dad's hand, but he let go of my hand in that strange silence.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a sound of comfort and bursts of relaxed laughter.I felt long, sharp needles piercing my skin, and I fell into the deep darkness.

When I woke up again, I felt that the fever on my body had subsided a bit, but my breathing was not smooth.I opened my eyes, and there was darkness everywhere in front of my eyes, and there was a strong earthy smell in the air.I tried to turn over, but found that I seemed to be in a small space.

I stretched out my hand, groped for the flat board in front of me, smelled the pungent smell of paint on it, and suddenly thought of the coffin when my grandfather died.

This is the first time I have experienced the word death.

But, I'm still alive.

I banged on the wood above my head and wanted them to let me out, I was alive and I shouldn't be in a place like this.However, there was only a dull sound coming from above my head, and I couldn't hear anything else.

I couldn't hear my parents crying, nor could I hear any other voices.My sharp cries were only annihilated in this small space.

At this time, I realized how terrible death is, and only then did I roughly understand how terrible things I did this summer.However, everything seems to be too late.

I vaguely remember hearing my dad cry before he fell into a coma, saying that when he saw it, he shouldn't have allowed me to hide the matter, and he should have tried his best to rescue Xiaoyun.

What did he see?

I was panicked and frightened, and it became more and more difficult to breathe between my nostrils.This endless darkness, on the contrary, forced me to generate strength, and kept scratching the wooden board in front of me, trying to escape.

However, as my Ferry struggled, the air in the space grew thinner.If someone finds me again, they will definitely find that my dead body is as ugly as those fishes that were fished out.

My eyelids became heavier and heavier, and my hands gradually lost their ability to move. Even if I tried to shout for help, I couldn't make a sound.

Another long darkness, I know, I may be dying.

When I breathed fresh air again, in front of me was an old man about 60 years old.He looked down at me condescendingly, with a bit of pity in his eyes.When he picked me up from the ground, I turned around and saw the back of a woman stumbling back to the village.

I felt a little familiar, and just about to speak, but the old man covered his mouth.

The old man didn't say anything to me, he just asked me to change into a suit of clothes, and then took me around everywhere.I asked him what my name was, where I came from, and what was my relationship with him, but he just stood in front of me and told me that my name was Du Changyuan.

The next word has never been said to me.