chilling

People usually have various prejudices against suicides, the most obvious of which is that people obviously don't know what they have experienced before, but when accusing them of being irresponsible, they often speak clearly, as if It's like seeing them do something wrong with their own eyes.What is wrong with a person choosing to end his life?Didn't they have the chance to decide when and where they were born, didn't they even have the chance to decide when and where they died?People have the right to choose life, and they should also have the right to choose death. People who use morality to kidnap others are actually the most immoral.

Gu Jia's death is not a secret on this campus.She used to go to school here, and was once a treasure held in the palm of the teacher, but her destruction was so sudden, she was a shooting star, and disappeared after passing through the night.

Meteors cannot illuminate the long night, and her contact with darkness was a mistake in itself.

Gu Jia walked down slowly from the roof, counted five four three two one, walked around the promenade, passed through the carport, and arrived at the empty playground.Now the weather is very cold, even if no one is watching, the students are not willing to come down for a walk. After entering high school, the children have become dull, and how many people are chasing and fighting on the playground like before?

Maybe the children in the first year of high school will still retain a little vitality, but in the second and third year of high school, the desire to play is basically dead.Gu Jia was sitting on the bench, humming a song that was popular more than ten years ago. This song has been passed down to the present, and it has long been outdated. No one would want to listen to it.

"Dangdangdang." The sound of keys hitting the railing came from behind Gu Jia, she didn't look back, but she knew that standing behind her was Yu Xiasheng.Her feelings for Yu Xiasheng are extremely complicated, they are extremely vigilant towards each other, they never fully trust each other, and at the same time there is a very subtle sympathy.

People who die early are probably considered companions, and they will feel that the death of the other party is a pity.

"Still singing this song." Yu Xiasheng's tone was calm, and he couldn't tell if what happened last night aroused his anger at all.Gu Jia's singing stopped, she turned her head and glanced at Yu Xiasheng, the faint black air emanated from the fingertips of her right hand.

"You used this hand to kill people before." Sensing her abnormality, Yu Xiasheng took half a step back and distanced herself from her, "I'm not here to arrest you, I just want you to stay away from my brother." Some."

younger brother?Gu Jia snorted: "Don't lie, he is not your brother."

"Call me brother, he's my younger brother." Yu Xiasheng lit a cigarette, staring at Gu Jia, "Lu Huaiming and I suppressed it for you more than ten years ago, but it's not It means that I will tolerate everything about you. This child is a relative of Lu Huaiming, you'd better stay away from him, he these years... You know, his temper is not very good. "

Although his tone was rather tactful, Gu Jia was still irritated.She stood up abruptly, with blood in her eyes.What happened more than ten years ago was the only stain in her life, and it was also the most painful wound in her life.She stared at Yu Xiasheng fiercely, and said through gritted teeth, "The reason why she died is because she deserved it!"

Seeing her sudden reaction, Yu Xiasheng knew that she hadn't passed that hurdle yet.She wandered here and never returned, probably because of this reason.Some things are really hard to let go of in a lifetime.

Although it was obvious that she was unhappy, Yu Xiasheng still wanted to say what had to be said.He took a puff on his cigarette, and slowly spit out the words that have been repeated hundreds of times: "At that time, as long as you were willing to wait, the police would catch her soon and make her pay for the crime she committed .You are too impatient, what's the use of killing her? Can you get your mother back?"

"After she is taken away, how many years can she be sentenced? She killed my mother, and I want her to die!" Gu Jia suddenly rushed over and shook the iron railing vigorously. Yu Xiasheng saw her eyes were bloodshot.He only looked away for a moment before looking away, and abruptly changed the subject: "I didn't mean to accuse you. I meant to say..."

"You tell me to stay away from him, why don't you find out what he does every day first?" Gu Jia let go of her hand with a sneer, "You control the world, even other people's children, you are the Pacific Ocean The police?"

Yu Xiasheng waved his hand, but did not answer.He stifled the cigarette butt and threw it in the trash.The cigarette butt made a perfect arc in mid-air, falling right into the very center of the trash can.He didn't think that Yu Qiuliang might do anything, but at this moment, after Gu Jia reminded him, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

When he went out in the morning, he witnessed Yu Qiuliang put his ID card in his trouser pocket.

If he is going to school, does Yu Qiuliang need to bring his ID card?

It must have been planned for a long time, wanting to skip class.

Each of these children is worse than the other, and more difficult to discipline than the other.It's hard to run errands with kids.Yu Xiasheng paced and walked to the gate of the school. As expected, the electric scooter parked opposite the bus stop sign had already been ridden away.

Yu Xiasheng sighed helplessly.He really wanted to arrest Yu Qiuliang immediately, but unfortunately he didn't know where this kid sneaked off.Will it be going to an Internet cafe?Where is the internet cafe?In Yu Xiasheng's impression, these two words are usually associated with various illegal and criminal activities. Yu Qiuliang often goes there with his classmates, what good things can he do?

He also has a prejudice against Internet cafes.

Yu Qiuliang threw away his schoolbag, entered the password and quickly turned it on, and then collapsed into a salted fish on the soft seat.Song Ciran on the side opened the can and took a big gulp of iced coke with satisfaction. He still drank iced coke at this time, he didn't think he was too cold to panic.

"Drink iced Coke just after drinking hot soy milk, doesn't your stomach hurt?" Yu Qiuliang stretched his waist, thinking that Song Ciran was indeed an alien creature.

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, as soon as he said this, Song Ciran felt a convulsion in his stomach.Yu Qiuliang saw his friend's face turned red and white and then blue, like a flashing neon sign, he couldn't laugh or cry, took out a board of stomach medicine from the middle of the schoolbag, threw it to Song Ciran, and handed him a bag filled with hot water by the way. Water jug.

Song Ciran glanced at him from the edge of the kettle while taking the medicine.Seeing that Yu Qiuliang felt uncomfortable all over, he raised his hand and pushed on the bottom of the pot, Song Ciran stepped on the ground quickly, and the sofa with rolling wheels retreated to the corner of the private room in an instant.Putting down the kettle with lingering fear, Song Ciran touched his stomach, and felt that Yu Qiuliang's medicine really worked, and the pain disappeared immediately.

The things that will be kept in the bag must be frequently used, but Song Ciran has never seen Yu Qiuliang take stomach medicine.In other words, before today, he had no idea that there was such a thing in Yu Qiuliang's bag.

"Do you have a stomach problem?" Song Ciran didn't remember to eat or drink, and went to drink iced cola after taking stomach medicine. Yu Qiuliang didn't bother to talk about him, so he responded sullenly.

People with stomach problems can be roughly divided into three categories: the first category is busy and sick, the second category is self-cultivation but unfortunate illness, and the third category is pure idiots, they are self-made illnesses.

Yu Qiuliang belongs to the third category of idiots.

He doesn't have the habit of eating breakfast, and his lunch and dinner are also very irregular. He has stomach pains since junior high school, and it got worse in high school.

In the past, Yu Qiuliang always thought that he would die of stomach cancer one day, and even planned to engrave the four characters "Anti-Cancer Hero" on the tombstone after he died of illness, so that friends from all over the world could come to pay their respects.But he never thought that what killed him was not the active stomach, but the muffled dead heart in his chest.

When he died of stomach cancer, he was a great hero who was strong and unyielding in resisting the disease; when he died suddenly in his dream, he was an idle boy with Internet addiction.

Of course, the anti-cancer hero is even greater.

I don't know if I can still get cancer after I die.

He regards Song Ciran as a close friend, at this moment he suddenly has a strange idea, of course he wants to tell Song Ciran about it.The other party knew that he often had some strange things hovering in his mind, so he was not surprised, but Song Ciran's attitude towards death was completely opposite to Yu Qiuliang's.

"If you're dead, you won't be able to play games. It's unlucky to say that you can't die. As a firm materialist, we must go forward bravely, work hard, move towards a better tomorrow, and strive to build a new socialist China." Song Ciran didn't wear earphones, and Baba Baba talked happily, this idiot came to the Internet cafe, and he was actually playing a stand-alone game.

Yu Qiuliang didn't want to pick out how many logical errors there were in this passage.Song Ciran is [-]% an unsteady materialist. If he is determined, he will not feel that talking about death is unlucky.

"Do you think that kind of person is annoying?" Yu Qiuliang suddenly asked, "The kind of person who really wants to die. I think most people think they are annoying."

"It's so good to live. Since I want to die, it must be because I can't live anymore. They are actually quite pitiful. It would be great if someone could change their minds. Although it is said that they will not feel it after death, but before they die, they must It will hurt a lot, but whether it hurts or not is their business, and whether they die or not is their business, what do other people do when they are idle and bored? Are you a mother-in-law?" Song Ciran didn't delve into the meaning of his words, just tapped Holding the keyboard, he abruptly played the stand-alone game like a large-scale online game.

Song Ciran is careless, but he is very open about this kind of thing.According to what he meant, he felt that there must be a reason why the suicides chose to commit suicide. It is better to die than to live. This is the reason for the suicides.Yu Qiuliang was thoughtful, put on the earphones and turned on the game sound effects, the impassioned background sound played, he stared at the computer screen and thought: Why can't people live this life as if they are playing games?

If you die in the game, you can start over, but what happens when you die in real life?Yu Qiuliang never believes that he and Yu Xiasheng are a common phenomenon. If this phenomenon of resurrection from the dead is common, then the civilized and harmonious socialist new China will be in chaos.

The old zombies of the Qing Dynasty lifted the covers and got up one after another, forcing girls to bind their feet everywhere, forcing them to learn the three obediences and four virtues; No one wants a married woman; parents can beat and scold the child at will, and no one cares if the child is beaten to death; if you object to the inappropriate remarks of the parents, you will be reprimanded as unfilial...

So many prejudices and shackles are really unbearable.It's better to be a new China.

Taking advantage of the gap in the game, Yu Qiuliang snapped his fingers and made the calculations.He is not very good at mathematics, so he can't figure out exactly when Yu Xiasheng died, but it is enough to be able to figure it out.

Yu Xia lived and died before the founding of the People's Republic of China. He was a legal monster who became a spirit before the founding of the People's Republic of China.But he shouldn't be stubborn, at least Yu Qiuliang feels good about him.It should be his face that added points.Yu Qiuliang shrugged.

No matter how much I like to play, I have to go home on time at noon.Yu Qiuliang touched his deflated belly, but he didn't feel hungry.After playing games for a long time, of course he doesn't feel hungry, but whether he is hungry or not, he doesn't know what he wants to eat.

If I don’t know what to eat, I don’t eat, because I’m not very hungry anyway.

——That's how Yu Qiuliang's stomach trouble came about.

Song Ciran took him back to the gate of the school responsibly, and then the little eDonkey ran away in a hurry, leaving in the dust of Yu Qiuliang's attention.Yu Qiuliang discovered that Song Ciran likes to ride electric bikes very much, maybe the feeling of fast speed made him excited.

Even though playing games is fun, it can become boring after playing the game for a long time.In the afternoon, it was still a self-study class, with a total of four self-study sessions. Song Ciran planned to write math problems, while Yu Qiuliang was going to continue reading.They each have their own interests and opinions, but in the final analysis, the two of them have surprisingly similar views, which is probably why they can become friends.

I don't know what Song Ciran will eat at home, but I hope his father won't beat him.Yu Qiuliang turned around, and suddenly the bridge of his nose hit someone's chest behind him, he was so hurt that he burst into tears, he covered his nose and was about to open his mouth to curse, but the other party bent down to look at him, and asked with a half-smile: "Go Where did you play?"

Yu Xiasheng was so perverted that he squatted behind his back to arrest him.How dare Yu Qiuliang answer, he grabbed the strap of his schoolbag with his backhand, and was about to run away, but before he could run two steps, Yu Xiasheng grabbed him back.The eagle caught the chick again, and the chick was about to be plucked and put into the frying pan.

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiasheng didn't say anything to him, but asked him if he was hungry.

Yu Qiuliang was not hungry at first, but he nodded for some reason.Yu Xiasheng stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then asked him if he wanted some porridge.Drinking porridge is quite nourishing, Yu Qiuliang nodded again.He thought it should be a coincidence, Yu Xiasheng probably didn't know that he had a bad stomach, and he said he wanted to drink porridge, maybe it was just because he was too lazy to do other things.

Then Yu Xiasheng stretched out his hand, and stuffed back the tablet of stomach medicine that was about to fall out of his pocket.

In the afternoon, Yu Qiuliang realized his conscience and packed his schoolbag without waiting for Yu Xiasheng to urge him.However, Yu Xiasheng took a second look at his schoolbag while he was packing it, and found that it was full of extracurricular books and a notebook for recording something.

Yu Xiasheng turned his head to look at the large bookcases in the bedroom, and seemed to understand something.

"I'll go out with your uncle to do errands in the afternoon. I won't send you to school. I'll go home early after school." Yu Xiasheng filled the kettle with warm water and stuffed it into the net pocket next to his schoolbag.Yu Qiuliang lay on the sofa, glanced at the kettle, and said listlessly: "Dead people are not afraid of the cold, you can just pour cold water for me, and you have to boil the water... Are you annoying?"

"I don't think it's bothering you yet, but you find it troublesome for me. Life is irregular, and you don't usually exercise, and you seldom do basic housework. No wonder you have problems at a young age. I think your problems are all lazy. Yes." Yu Xiasheng wiped the table again, nagging while wiping.Look at his seriousness, as if he is polishing a gem.

Yu Qiuliang didn't answer, lay on the sofa, stretched, rubbed his stomach, and began to stare at the ceiling in a daze.Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, sat up abruptly, and said, "Tell me first, how did you get your abdominal muscles?"

Yu Xiasheng was taken aback, as if he didn't expect Yu Qiuliang to ask this question.He looked at Yu Qiuliang Jiujiuguiyi's belly, and suddenly smiled: "I don't know how to get abdominal muscles, I only know how to get fat."

"You're insane!" Yu Qiuliang was furious, "I just want to ask, let's not talk about it. I don't have any fat on my body, you should get glasses, so hurry up and get them, big brother!"

Although Yu Qiuliang is less than 1.8 meters tall and is usually ridiculed by Song Ciran, he is in good shape anyway, and he is definitely not fat, which definitely has nothing to do with the word "fat".He has lived for more than ten years, and this is the first time someone said that he has fat on his body. Looking at Yu Xiasheng, he felt that the only way to relieve the hatred in his heart was to swallow him alive.

Facing Yu Qiuliang's gaze, Yu Xiasheng didn't feel guilty at all.He put the rag back into the bathroom, and then there was a rush of water, probably washing the rag and washing his hands by the way.After a while, Yu Xiasheng came out, but instead of sitting in the living room, he went into the kitchen.Yu Qiuliang didn't know what he was doing in the kitchen again. The dishes had been washed and the floor had been swept. What else should he do in the kitchen?

Yu Qiuliang frowned when the refrigerator door opened and closed.

He remembered clearly that there should be no stock in the refrigerator. Could it be that Yu Xiasheng was drinking his yogurt?Thinking of this, Yu Qiuliang's hairs stood on end, and he couldn't sit still any longer. He put on his slippers and ran to the kitchen door, only to bump into Yu Xiasheng who was about to come out.

Taking a closer look, Yu Xiasheng was indeed drinking, but what he drank was Coke instead of yogurt.Yu Qiuliang yelled, and suddenly opened his arms and hugged him tightly, not letting him destroy the evidence. He looked into the kitchen and was horrified to find several large bottles of carbonated drinks and hamburger fried chicken neatly placed on the stove.

"You don't want to share any fried chicken with me?" Yu Qiuliang was so angry that he jumped, "Okay, you eat fried chicken and I eat porridge!"

"You'll get fat if you eat fried chicken. It's better not to eat it." Yu Xiasheng didn't blush, and took a big gulp of Coke, showing a satisfied smile, "It's great."

"Stop lying, you won't get fat if you eat fried chicken, and I'll get fat if I eat fried chicken. How can there be such a reason?" Yu Qiuliang refused to believe Yu Xiasheng's nonsense. Isn't it just nonsense that comes from the mouth of a dead person?Yu Xiasheng is an old ghost who talks nonsense all day long, he must not want to share it with himself, he must have said that eating fried chicken will make him fat.

"It's not that being a talent is so particular, being a ghost is as particular. I didn't lie to you, you are really easy to gain weight eating junk food now." Yu Xiasheng paused, and added, "But there is an advantage that you die It was not yet an adult when it was stuffed back, and it can grow taller after being stuffed back."

"Then you won't grow taller after you become an adult?" Yu Qiuliang let go of his hand and muttered in a low voice, "The dead still play the trick of being an adult or a minor?"

"It's useless for me to lie to you." Yu Xiasheng walked around him, went to the side of the sofa and lay down on it, stretching his hands and feet comfortably, "It's better to die when you're in your twenties. Eat and drink whatever you want, and you won't gain weight even if you eat an elephant."

Yu Qiuliang had nothing to say, he felt that this old ghost was sent by Lu Huaiming to deliberately piss him off.

Suddenly thinking that he seemed to have drank a lot of carbonated drinks in the past two days, Yu Qiuliang felt a little guilty.He doesn't remember whether drinking carbonated drinks will make him fat, but drinking drinks is definitely not conducive to growing taller.There is still nearly a year left before his birthday, and according to what Yu Xiasheng said, he still has a year to grow taller.Maybe in this year, he can successfully break through the 1.8-meter mark, and he will be ashamed and elated.By then, Song Ciran would no longer have any reason to laugh at his height of 1.7m1.8.Yu Qiuliang was lucky, and secretly had a glimmer of expectation for the future. He hoped that by this time next year, he would get his wish and have an altitude of [-] meters.

Sometimes when people are happy in their hearts, the look on their faces betrays what they really think.Yu Qiuliang was soon betrayed by his facial expression, and Yu Xiasheng guessed what he was thinking by virtue of his expression.The old ghost changed his position on the sofa so that he could lie down more comfortably, then he grinned at Yu Qiuliang and uttered a vicious sentence: "If you are not tall, give up."

"Do you have any prejudices against me? I don't care if you have prejudices. I'm leaving. Remember to lock the door when you go out. If you lose something, you have to pay me." Yu Qiuliang glanced at the clock in the restaurant and found that it would not be long before Time to go to school.Their school has a tight schedule in winter. Fortunately, he has a car, so he can save a lot of time on the road.

Yu Qiuliang squatted at the door and quickly tied his shoelaces. When he got up, he picked up his schoolbag and was about to go out.At this moment, Yu Xiasheng stopped him, saying that his key was still on the table.

Yu Qiuliang had always kept that bunch of keys in his schoolbag. Hearing what Yu Xiasheng said, he subconsciously felt that he was lying to himself.However, just to be on the safe side, he reached out and touched the small pocket of the schoolbag. He thought he could find the key, but was surprised to find that it was empty.

Turning around, the key was indeed lying on the table.This is so weird, Yu Qiuliang's head was dizzy.In a daze, he remembered that when he came back at noon today, he seemed to have left the key here.

This old ghost is really careful, he remembers things that others can't remember clearly.

Yu Qiuliang ran to the table, grabbed the key, and rolled out the door like a gust of wind.Before closing the door, he could still hear Yu Xiasheng calling him, listening carefully, he was telling him to run slower.