floating in the distance

He was a little distressed, and with a powerful sway, he swung himself over a passerby like a swing.The passers-by didn't notice, and continued to walk forward quickly, staring at the phone indifferently with their heads down.He didn't believe it, he held his breath and rushed towards the glass wall of the cake shop next to him, and then he passed through the glass wall without any hindrance, the momentum was so great that he almost threw himself into the mud.

He wandered back and forth, and when he saw the beauty buying cakes at the counter, he struck up a conversation with him. The beauty smiled enthusiastically at every customer, but Dudu completely ignored him.

He refused to give up and wanted to continue flirting, but the beauty lifted her foot and passed directly through his body.

Oh, it's not because the charm value has dropped, it's because the beauty can't see herself.

He touched his face, trying to figure out what he looked like.

Probably a beautiful man who is overwhelmed by the country, well, it must be like this.

He leaned in front of the mirror and took a look, but there was no figure in it.

He didn't know his name, who he was, what he did, whether he had any family.

He drifted all the way thinking about the three major philosophical questions in life: who am I, where am I, and what am I doing.

Because he doesn't care about pedestrians and vehicles at all, all obstacles on the busy and crowded streets can be passed through directly, so the speed of floating is also leveraged.

It's nice, it feels like everyone else is stuck in traffic on the highway, and he is flying a helicopter in the sky.

Delicious.

But he still didn't understand any of the three major philosophical questions in life.

He didn't know how long he had been drifting, nor how far he had drifted, as if he was somewhere somewhere.

He has no memory at all, and his self-conscious navigation ability is still so strong, he couldn't help manually clicking a lot of likes for himself.

On the way, he drifted past a temple, surrounded by incense, and crowds of people offering incense and worshiping Buddha, with the demeanor of looking up at a high mountain.

He bowed devoutly in front of the Buddha and kowtowed three times.

Afterwards, he was silent for a while, and then got up and floated away again. When he floated to the backyard of the temple, a sloppy monk suddenly said, "Donor, please stay."

He was a little surprised, looking around, he was the only one, Ah no, Ah Piao.

"You called me?" His fingers were about to poke into his nostrils.

The monk twirled a few prayer beads, closed his eyes, and said, "Does the benefactor have a karma?"

He held back for a long time: "I don't know."

"I can make a fortune for the benefactor."

"Hey, hey, quick, quick, I want to know what my name is and who I am." He was very excited. Although this monk seemed a little unreliable, he was the first one to see him in a long time. people.

"How does master know that I have unfulfilled wishes?" A woman said and slowly stepped out from behind the tree.

Where is this woman from?Startled, he jumped up on the spot.

The woman pointed to the sign and said, "I want to ask for an answer, what should I do now."

The woman shook out a lottery and handed it to the monk. The monk glanced at it and handed the note to the woman.

He floated to the woman's side to take a peek, writing in wild cursive: come from nowhere, go nowhere.

He made a quiet 'oh' gesture with indifference, and then floated past the woman's body and continued to float forward.

He drifted a lot and didn't know when he would stop.

That day, he floated under a big tree to symbolically hide from the rain, and the occasional raindrops that drifted in passed through his transparent body and splashed on the ground, drawing beautiful little splashes.

Then he smelled a scent, the familiar, strong smell of stir-fried spicy crab.

This was the first time in a long time that he felt such a strong smell.

So a drowning ghost just wandered away looking for the smell.At this time a speeding car passed by his body, he silently glanced at the car and continued to float forward.

Finally found the place where the spicy crab smell came out, he turned around in a circle and shouted excitedly.

Ahhh.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Spicy crab ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

However, he can only squat in other people's food stalls and drool while watching others eat. As a piao, he has no way to eat, but that doesn't mean he won't be greedy.

There was a table where people were arguing, and they didn't care about the food. He pushed aside the group of people, stared at the plate of fried spicy crab that no one had touched, and salivated.

He drifted to the back kitchen again, and seeing them empty the dishes into the trash can, and the buckets of garbage being thrown out, he felt like covering his heart in pain.

Ah, is this a moral corruption or a loss of humanity?

He was tired, exhausted physically and mentally from the long time of floating, and realized that squatting here and watching others happily eat is an extremely masochistic act.

I want a place to rest, he thought, I want a home.

He drifted into the nearest community, some people were enjoying themselves happily, some people were in a cold war, and some people were frowning because of their children.

It's just that he can't integrate into it.

He is still a rootless Apiao.

Until he floated into an apartment, the apartment was very clean and tidy, and he couldn't bear to move all of a sudden.

What attracted him was a dog on the sofa. The dog had a heart-shaped nose and was smiling at him with its eyes closed.

Great, you've managed to get my attention.

He nodded the dog's nose, but Papagou completely ignored him, not even moving a hair.

He walked around in satisfaction, and to his surprise, every decoration here gave him a feeling of coming home, with sweetness in the tranquility.

Was this originally my home?he thinks.

There is a voice in his heart that has been knocking on him quietly: go home.

He floated to the kitchen, where all the utensils and utensils were available, and then floated into the refrigerator, only to find it was empty.

Didn't he know how to cook before?He thought with some doubts and uncertainty, is this really his home?

He lay restlessly on the oversized bed in the big bedroom and thought, he rubbed his face on the pillow, and there was a smell on the pillow that could make him feel at ease instantly, as if the anxiety after becoming A Piao would not bother him anymore .

This is indeed my home, he thought, the first comfortable sleep since he fell asleep and became A Piao.