chilling

"The chilling cicadas are miserable. It's late to the Changting Pavilion, and the shower has just stopped. There is no way to drink in the tents of the capital..."

The sound of reading comes from the classroom, and people standing in the corridor can also hear it, but the sound of reading is weak, as if they haven't eaten enough.The reason why people outside can hear the students inside is not because his reading is loud enough, but because the classroom door is not closed.

Yu Qiuliang yawned big, and secretly kicked his deskmate.He kicked hard enough, Song Ciran screamed, and almost threw the Chinese book in his hand.The Chinese teacher on the podium swept over with a sharp gaze, and quickly glanced at the two of them at the same table, but said nothing.

Both of Song Ciran's legs were trembling. He recited a poem tremblingly, sat down tremblingly, and stretched out his hands tremblingly to rub his calves.Immediately afterwards, Yu Qiuliang frowned, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped his deskmate hard on the back.At the same time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the Chinese teacher walked out of the classroom with the brisk ringing of the bell, and the classroom suddenly boiled up, as noisy as a vegetable market.

"Stupid stuff." Yu Qiuliang has always been merciless to his friends. He stretched out his hand to open Song Ciran's Chinese book, pointed at the messy handwriting and laughed, "I'm about to pass the college entrance examination, but I can't memorize it, and the notes are also written in a mess .Your parents gave you this name, it is really useless."

"Your name is Yu Qiuliang, it just happens to be autumn now, are you cold?" Song Ciran snatched back the language documents, stuffed them into the desk in twos and put them where Yu Qiuliang couldn't see them.Yu Qiuliang shrugged, took out two folded slips from his pocket, and slapped one of them on the table.

Suddenly seeing the forged note, Song Ciran's eyes lit up, and he changed his attitude of being at odds with Qiuliang, and started to curry favor with him.Yu Qiuliang reached out to grab his drink and took a sip, his eyes swept over the blackboard.The last class is English. The original English teacher has not come back from maternity leave, and most of the people who come to class are the boring substitute teacher.

Yu Qiuliang let out a long sigh, and pushed away the sticky deskmate beside him, like chasing away a coquettish large dog.Song Ciran, this person, if given some sunshine, he would be brilliant, but if he gave a false note, he would be cheap. Who knows if there is even the word "face" in his dictionary?

Obviously, Song Ciran didn't want face, he was more willing to ask for leave.Until the class bell rang again, and when the fierce female teacher walked in, he was still hugging Yu Qiuliang with a flattering face, as if he was hugging an inexhaustible bank card, or like being bumped in a flood The ups and downs cling to straws.

Yu Qiuliang thought this idiot was annoying.

English class was as boring as ever, Yu Qiuliang propped his chin, looked at the watch on the wall for a while, and looked at the sky outside for a while.Today is October [-]th, the weather is fine, the sun and clouds outside are good, it is very suitable for skipping classes.

How can the good time be wasted on evening self-study?Yu Qiuliang chuckled, lowered his head and stared blankly at the fake note that belonged to him.

Not long after, a small note from Song Ciran was passed on.Yu Qiuliang unfolded it and saw a winking grimace and an ugly birthday cake drawn on it.The outline of the cake is outlined with colorful colored pens, and the candles inserted on it are painted on, which vividly turns a warm picture into a rural non-mainstream.

The four crooked words read: Happy birthday.

"Brother, practice your handwriting later." Yu Qiuliang grinned, put the note into the pencil case, but still opened his mouth mockingly, "With your broken handwriting, you can't catch up with the little girl in the future. People Seeing that your handwriting is so ugly, I will definitely run away."

"Stop farting." Song Ciran bared his teeth at him, "This is cursive script."

"Scribbled and cursive handwriting cannot be equated." Yu Qiuliang said in a low voice, "It's like you, the class monitor, cannot be equated with the head teacher."

"When did I equate myself with the head teacher?" Song Ciran asked.

Yu Qiuliang threw a candy into his mouth, before he had time to answer Song Ciran, the substitute teacher had already noticed the movement on their side.Since the two people at the same table fell asleep as soon as they took English class, the substitute teacher had long disliked them. Do you dare to play wild in English class in the future?

So the blackboard eraser slammed on the podium, and the chalk powder was scattered everywhere.The students in the front row covered their noses one after another, and some even coughed, while the substitute teacher standing among the white powder was like a statue of a standing goddess.She threw the English textbook on the desk, raised her hand and pointed at Song Ciran and Yu Qiuliang in the back row: "You two, stand up for me!"

Yu Qiuliang rolled his eyes and left his seat first. From his face, he couldn't see any guilt, let alone any intention of repentance.Presumably every teacher can't stand such a defiant student, and this substitute teacher is the same. She walked down angrily, walked up to Yu Qiuliang, and asked loudly, "Your parents sent you to high school because they asked you to come here." Is it free to eat? You only eat and don’t use your brain every day, what’s the point of your life?”

"Othermanlivetoeat, whileIeattolive. (Others live to eat, I eat to live.)" Yu Qiuliang chewed the hard candy in his mouth, finally chewed it up and swallowed it, "Life is in this world. What is worthwhile, the meaning of life, lies in pleasure not in pain."

"Believe it or not, I'll call your class teacher here?" The substitute teacher was furious, patted Yu Qiuliang's desk, and ordered Song Ciran, who had been silent for a long time, to also stand up.Song Ciran staggered out of the gap between the table and chairs, but kept his eyes fixed on the watch on the wall.get out of class is over in ten seconds, get out of class is over in nine seconds, eight, seven, six...

Song Ciran bent slightly, and Yu Qiuliang suddenly moved.

The get out of class bell jingled. This is the most beautiful and beautiful music in the world.The other students took out their meal cards one after another and jumped up from their seats. Before they could do anything, Yu Qiuliang and Song Ciran had already fled quickly with their schoolbags under the astonished eyes of the substitute teacher.

"Do you think she will really tell brother Yan?" Song Ciran asked Yu Qiuliang panting while running.Although the class teacher is not here today, he will still be there tomorrow. If he is suddenly called to have a conversation tomorrow during class, how can he explain today's mess?It's all because the substitute teacher has too many things to do. She doesn't care about those who sleep so much, and who play with mobile phones so much, but she just cares about the two of them.

Hearing him asking himself, Yu Qiuliang sneered nonchalantly: "Never mind him. Today is the end of the day, and today is drunk today. Let me ask you, are you willing to study by yourself at night in a well-behaved manner, or are you willing to skip class and go to an Internet cafe?" play games?"

"This is fucking nonsense, brother!" Song Ciran said, "A game is bigger than the sky!"

"Then it's over. No matter how you die tomorrow, just be happy today." Yu Qiuliang handed the leave note to the guard, and waved his hand hastily without waiting for Song Ciran to speak, "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Song Ciran, who was left behind by him, was dumbfounded, with surprise written all over his face.I have never seen someone go out alone on his birthday and go missing. He agreed to go to the Internet cafe every time he skipped class. Who knows what this kid is going to do today?Song Ciran raised his wrist and looked at his watch, there was still some time before dark.Yu Qiuliang, a bastard, may be in love.Song Ciran thought so.

If Yu Qiuliang could hear Song Ciran's thoughts, he would definitely feed him fried pork with belt.Falling in love is a dispensable thing, and there is no place for it in Yu Qiuliang's life plan for the time being.What does it mean to be in love?Waste of time, waste of money, waste of life force.

People's limited life should be used in more meaningful places.

Yu Qiuliang stopped the car and looked at the sunset and the long river from afar.He rode all the way here, to a place where absolutely no one bothered him.People live this life, and every day they live is one day less. Once today is over, there will be no another "today".After October 17th of this year actually passed, there would be no chance for him to celebrate his [-]th birthday again.

The bicycle was thrown under the tree, and Yu Qiuliang was lying on the grass with his schoolbag on his head.The schoolbag was bulging, and there were a lot of textbooks and notes stuffed inside.At heart, he is still a child who loves to study. Even if he skipped class, he did not forget to take away his glasses and pencil case. However, if he travels back to six years ago, the word skipping would never be associated with him at that time.

People are going to change.Yu Qiuliang took a breath of cold air.He ran here just in time to see the setting sun.It is said that the sunset will be different every day. I don't know if he will have the opportunity to come here on this day next year to watch a different sun slowly set.

After the sun went down, the day was not over yet. There were countless ghosts lurking in the gloomy autumn night. Maybe the monster hidden in his heart could resonate with the lonely ghosts outside.Yu Qiuliang raised his hand, rubbed his sore eyes, and stared at the sunset over there in a daze.

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

There is no desert here, and it is even more uninhabited. Only the sunset over the long river can be regarded as a first-class beauty.

Not quite right.

Yu Qiuliang sat up abruptly, and took out the phone from his pocket.He found that the sun was really weird, it had been hanging in mid-air for so long, and it didn't really set!That round of red sun was like a dead man's head, drawn by an invisible rope and hung on a transparent branch.The mysterious rope pulled the setting sun from falling, and an invisible hand stretched out from the sky, which stopped the pendulum of time.

The autumn wind is a bit cool.Yu Qiuliang closed the zipper, his right hand trembling slightly.He clearly remembered that when he arrived here, it was already 05:30 in the afternoon, and it was about to get dark, but he had been lying on the grass for so long, but the time on his phone still showed 05:30.

see hell.

Yu Qiuliang's scalp was numb, and he jumped up from the grass.He looked around for fear of seeing some strange creature.It is often played like this in horror movies: the protagonist suddenly turns his head, and is facing a big face behind him, his eyes meet with affection, and suddenly he opens his mouth wide and swallows the whole head.

Could it be that there is really a monster sticking behind him, waiting for the prey to turn around?Yu Qiuliang shivered, and slowly turned his head away, but to his surprise, there was nothing behind him.

No, there are indeed strange things.

Before Yu Qiuliang could relax completely, he saw a person walking on the path not far away.And when he saw that person's face clearly, an unprecedented sense of strangeness enveloped his heart.It must have been a dream, he must have fallen asleep to witness such an absurd scene.

"Uncle!" Without even thinking about it, Yu Qiuliang picked up his schoolbag and chased after him.He felt that his body was very light. In a dream, people really can't feel their own weight. This is a dream, and there is nothing wrong with it.

He ran towards the person not far away, but there was always a distance.Who knows why this person took such big strides? He has been dead for almost seven years. Could it be possible that he can continue to grow taller after his death?

After not running far, Yu Qiuliang was so tired that his eyes stared at him.He finally understands the meaning of exercise for contemporary high school students. When the books are used up, they hate less, and when they run, they feel heavy.I think it would be no problem for him to run 1000 meters during the Qiuliang physical examination, and it would be no problem for him to run from the classroom on the fifth floor to the school gate when skipping classes. I can't catch up.

"Lu Huaiming!" Yu Qiuliang was almost mad by his uncle, and even called him by his first name.He followed behind and shouted all the way, even if Lu Huaiming couldn't hear the footsteps, he should have heard him calling himself, unless it was nearly seven years later, and his voice was no longer recognized.

But when Yu Qiuliang called his real name, he didn't even look back.Do people become deaf after death?Even dreams don't let him go!

Yu Qiuliang stomped his feet angrily, put on his schoolbag again, and ran towards Lu Huaiming's back.Lu Huaiming never looked back in front of him, striding forward faster and faster, Yu Qiuliang's legs turned into wheels, and he couldn't keep pace with him.The difference in physique between adults and teenagers was revealed at this moment, Yu Qiuliang wailed silently in his heart, almost wanted to fly to this day next year, spend his birthday as soon as possible, and jump happily into the world of adults.

However, whether he can live to that time is still unknown.

Some things, if you are not sure, it is best not to say it easily.

Yu Qiuliang ran with Lu Huaiming for a long time, crossing the path by the river and crossing a forest.The trees in this forest are not considered tall, nor are they considered strong, and the luxuriant branches and leaves are not extravagant. Most of them have just been transplanted in the past few years. I don't know how long they can live here.

Which one can live longer, a short-lived person or a short-lived tree?

Yu Qiuliang rushed out of the woods, saw Lu Huaiming turning a corner, and pushed open the door of a wooden house.

There is another house here?who lives hereSuspicion suddenly arose in Yu Qiuliang's heart. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have pushed the door open, but this place was just a dream. Even if he died in the dream, what would happen to him in reality?

Curiosity finally defeated fear, Yu Qiuliang took a breath, raised his hand and pushed the door of the wooden house a little.

Lu Huaiming was standing in front of a counter, talking with a young man.The young man's appearance was very good, and there was a kind of heroism between his brows. When Yu Qiuliang saw him, he couldn't move his eyes away.Looking at it, Yu Qiuliang suddenly felt that something was wrong. People who appeared in the dream, even if he had seen them before, often had blurred faces, and he had obviously never seen this young man before, so why did he see the other person's appearance so clearly? ?

Damn, what the hell is this.Yu Qiuliang couldn't understand it.

Just when he was at a loss, Lu Huaiming suddenly moved.The young man opened a curtain next to the counter and led Lu Huaiming in. It turned out that there was a hidden door there.This dream is really weird, I am afraid that for a long time to come, he will follow Lu Huaiming through all kinds of doors non-stop.

Yu Qiuliang pulled the strap of his schoolbag, sneaked up not far behind them, and followed them into the door.And the moment he got in, the biting cold wind hurt his cheeks, and for a moment, he thought that he had passed through the random door of Fatty Blue and had reached the South Pole.

This is fucking horrible.Wrapped in a thin school uniform jacket, Yu Qiuliang shivered in the cold wind.He doesn't want to follow Lu Huaiming anymore, let this old man do whatever he likes, he is freezing to death, he wants to go home, the future flowers of the motherland must not be delayed in this ghost place!

But when he turned around and wanted to go back the same way, the door behind him disappeared.

"You brought a living person here?" The young man walking in front of Lu Huaiming turned his head, looked over his shoulder, and looked at Yu Qiuliang who was in a daze in the snow.Hearing this, Lu Huaiming turned around and was dumbfounded. After a while, he finally regained his composure, rushed forward in three steps at a time, and kicked Yu Qiuliang's ass hard.

Yu Qiuliang fell down in the snow with a plop, and his uncle's angry voice came from behind him: "You brat! I told you to stay up late to play games, I told you to stay up late to play games! You died suddenly in a fucking dream!"

Sudden death, this is a very familiar and very unfamiliar vocabulary.The first time he heard these two words, Yu Qiuliang was stunned.Unexpectedly, the death he had been thinking about finally came, and it happened so coincidentally that it happened to be on his 17th birthday.

Lu Huaiming sat at the table, smoking one cigarette after another.Yu Qiuliang held the schoolbag with a sad face, and traced the wood grain on the table with his eyes.Under the dim light, two unrelated relatives sat facing each other. This was the first reunion after six and a half years, and Yu Qiuliang also became a short-lived ghost.

Blame Song Ciran that bastard!Yu Qiuliang gritted his teeth.He never expected that he was really cold in autumn as Song Ciran said.

It's all so cold.

Yu Qiuliang raised his head, hesitated to speak, and then said: "Actually, it's good to die."

"Fart!" Lu Huaiming was so irritable that he slapped the table, and the glass ashtray jumped up, as if he was practicing high jump.

Seeing that Lu Huaiming was angry, the third party on the side began to smooth things over: "Children, it's easy to think about something. Uncle, don't worry, I'll send him back right away, and I will ensure that he can take the college entrance examination smoothly."

"Yu Xiasheng, stop pretending to be tender." Lu Huaiming was getting angry, and immediately activated the indiscriminate attack mode, turned his gun and fired at the young man named Yu Xiasheng, "You have been dead for decades , still want to paint the old melon?"

Yu Xiasheng spread out his hands: "Then I don't care about him."

Yu Qiuliang hoped that they would ignore him. For him, death is really not bad. He can escape the annoying high school and avoid the annoying college entrance examination.However, Lu Huaiming doesn't think so. In most cases, the way of thinking of adults is different from that of minors. In their eyes, the college entrance examination is the most important thing, and it is by no means "useless" in Yu Qiuliang's mouth. thing".

So now, Yu Qiuliang and Yu Xiasheng were walking side by side by the river. He looked down at the half-yellow grass under his feet, then looked up at the half-red sky above, and finally said melancholy: "Grandpa, I don't want to take the college entrance examination."

Yu Xiasheng paused, and turned around: "Just say 'Grandpa' to you, even if I die again, I have to throw you back to study."

"Don't, don't! Brother, big brother!" Yu Qiuliang howled ghostly, "You let me die!"

"I promised your uncle, I have to send you back." Yu Xiasheng patted the other person's head sympathetically, but his attitude did not soften in the slightest.As soon as he finished saying this, Yu Qiuliang was lifted up by him and placed on a big rock not far away.He touched his chin and ordered, "Squat down!"

Yu Qiuliang subconsciously squatted down.

Yu Qiuliang moved his arms and opened his eyes.

The first thing to see is darkness, followed by the stars in the night sky.Sure enough, he fell asleep, and he had to go back as soon as possible, otherwise he would not have time to do his homework, and he would have to go to class early to make up for it tomorrow.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home." Caught off guard, Yu Xiasheng's face appeared upside down in Qiuliang's sight.

"Damn!" Yu Qiuliang yelled, sitting up from the cold grass.

Cold and cold, the evening of the long pavilion, the beginning of the shower.

Han Chan's life is short, Xia Shengqiu dies, and Yu Qiuliang is the same, dying in this desolate and indifferent autumn.

During these years, he never thought that he would die in such a grotesque way.He picked up the schoolbag, hugged it in his arms for courage, then moved his lips, and asked tremblingly: "You, you know..."

"Don't ask." Yu Xiasheng patted his face affectionately, and said the most vicious sentence he had ever heard in his life, "Your uncle asked me to send you back to watch you do your math homework. "

"Brother, let me die." Yu Qiuliang is not afraid of suffering, not afraid of tiredness, he is not even afraid of death, but he is only afraid of high school mathematics.

"Once you die once, you can't die again." Yu Xiasheng took his hand and pressed it against his chest.Yu Qiuliang was horrified to find that the heart that grew in his chest had stopped beating.

The author has something to say:

I am an adult, happy birthday to me.

As you can see, this is a dream I had last year today.

I will write the ending of this dream as Resurrection from the Dead.