Bride of Death

In the empty square, an old man in a suit sat quietly on a bench. .He was wearing a scarf made of red wool, holding a polished ten-hole harmonica in his hand.The pigeons flying in the square stopped at the old man's feet. The old man smiled, took out some corn kernels from his old canvas bag and sprinkled them on the ground.The pigeons lowered their heads to eat the corn kernels, and from time to time some of them looked up at the old man who was eating, and the old man tremblingly raised his calloused hand, and blew his beloved harmonica for many years.

The beautiful tune came, as if the door of history had been opened, and the garden was quiet at night, and the leaves no longer rustled.What a beautiful night, what a fascinating, what a quiet night...  

The old man was silent in his own world, unaware that there was actually a young boy sitting on the bench.The boy was wearing a washed and whitish blue school uniform, under slightly curly bangs, a pair of clear eyes stared at the old man without blinking.Like a cat, the boy squinted his eyes and enjoyed the tune played by the old man.

Suddenly, I only felt a pain in the back of my head, and stood up reflexively.

"Yi Ersan, how long are you going to sleep for?" In front of the podium, a female teacher wearing glasses said angrily.

Looking at the white powder remaining on her fingertips, Yi Yousan touched the back of his head, and then looked down, there was a piece of chalk that was broken in half under his feet at some point.

He bent down and picked up the chalk on the ground.Under the eyes of the surrounding students, he walked up to the female teacher and put the chalk into the paper box.Then he returned to his seat and sat down, folded his arms, and fell asleep again.

"Yi You San!" The female teacher slapped the table angrily, and continued to talk about the math test paper helplessly.

The students around cast envious glances at Yi Ersan who was sleeping on the table.I thought in my heart that I can still be the first in the grade while sleeping in class. I guess I will study secretly when I go home, and I will really pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

The female teacher coughed twice, and the students turned back and picked up the red fountain pen to correct the test papers.

The classroom windows were half open, and the breeze blew the curtains and gently patted on the boy's back.Long eyelashes and fair skin were all seen by the man floating outside the window.The man's whole body was wrapped in a black robe, and the cold air emanating from his body made the young man frown involuntarily. After shivering, he turned his head to the other side.

Under the brim of the hat, the man smiled faintly, and disappeared into a puff of smoke without a trace.

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Do you believe that there is a god of death in this world?

Maybe you will scoff and don't want to believe it.So what if you believe it, so what if you don't believe it.It is estimated that we will only understand it when the day of death comes.

In fact, in the past, people had strong religious beliefs, believing that a person has a steelyard in his life, and that everything he did during his lifetime would be judged after his death.And the judge is the god of death, and only the god of death can decide whether the dead will go to heaven or hell.

Nowadays, after the baptism of war, the popularization of modern education and the prosperity and development of society, no one believes that death really exists in this world, and they do things that violate their conscience arbitrarily and recklessly.

The Grim Reaper silently withdrew from the sight of human beings, secretly recording what these people had done in their lives.It's like a calculation of probabilities, the person chosen by the god of death will decide whether to stay in the world or go to heaven, or be sent to hell in this judgment.

Just like human beings, God of Death has to work hard every day, and each God of Death will be responsible for controlling the life and death authority of an area. .They will choose their own successors, who can inherit the abilities of Death God and the business they are in charge of.After inheriting, the original god of death can choose to reincarnate, or stay in other people's homes to accompany his successor.

If the successor agrees to be the bride of the god of death, the god of death will deliver his soul to the bride and promise never to be separated.

Siwuliu is the god of death who is in charge of the southwestern region of China. He has a ferocious face. Everyone is afraid of him, and his colleagues should avoid him three points when they see him.As for why he is here now, it starts with an extra report on his desk last week.

That day Si Wuliu returned to the office after work, hung the black robe on the hanger and rolled up the sleeves, planning to put on an apron as usual and bake some biscuits for afternoon tea.

The decoration style of his office is modern and minimalist, and all the objects are organized in an orderly manner. An extra yellow file bag on the table quickly caught his attention.

He walked to the table, tore off the sealing strip on it, took out the report inside, and saw a silly smiling face.Under the smile, those eyes were as quiet as stagnant water.

Yi Yousan, a sophomore in Bengshan Second Experimental High School.The parents are unknown, the past deeds query is empty, and the cause of death is unknown.Mingli and Shengsheng horoscopes are [-]% compatible with Siwuliu Death God, and can be cultivated as heirs.

Cause of death unknown?

Si Wuliu was interested in this unknown, he sent away all kinds of people, all of them died of various causes, and he had never encountered a situation where the cause of death was unknown.So whenever he sent someone away, he would lurk beside Yi Ersan and observe him quietly.

For this human being, Siwuliu was mad inside.Yi Ersan's most important thing in a day is to sleep, he doesn't have any interest in the things around him, and sometimes he even forgets to eat because of sleeping all day.

Yi Yousan lives in a dilapidated tube building, with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, about 60 square meters.The house is small, but it looks extraordinarily spacious.Because there is no other furniture in the whole room except for some basic facilities.

A huge black plastic bag was filled with all kinds of lunch boxes. Every morning when he went to school, Yi Ersan would throw the black plastic bag into the trash can outside the community. Take the warmed food home.

After eating, I moved a small folding table and sat on the ground to do my homework.

Under the incandescent lamp, the teenager wrote his homework quietly, writing very fast, as if he wrote the answer without thinking about it.Siwuliu would sometimes imitate the boy and sit on the ground, watching the boy's every move curiously.

He investigated the source of the teenager's income. It was a relative who had nothing to do with eight poles, and 2000 yuan was charged to his bank card for living expenses every month.Being able to live now is also a miracle.As for the unknown cause of death, he really didn't see it.

What a strange human being, Siwuliu thought secretly.

After sending away a child who died of illness today, Siwuliu came to the boy's side to observe him again.Sleeping in class?Siwuliu was suspended in mid-air, and slowly approached the window to look at the boy's profile.I don't know why, as soon as he got close to the boy, his heart felt happier than ever before?Under a ferocious face, he smiled unconsciously.

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The school bell rang, and the seat to his right was always vacant.No one in the class wanted to talk to him, so naturally no one went to wake him up.Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening, the classroom was empty, and he was the only one left.As soon as the evening self-study was over, many people went home.

Recently, he had a dream. He dreamed of an old man wearing a red scarf. The old man was playing the harmonica, and his eyes were always full of a touch of sadness.He didn't understand why the old man in the dream couldn't see him, nor why he appeared there.

Putting his schoolbag on his back, rubbing his flattened hair on one side, humming the tune that the old man played on the harmonica, he left the school alone.

He was alone the whole time and woke up to find himself lying in the hospital.My mind went blank, I couldn't think of anything, I didn't even know my own name.A middle-aged woman went through the discharge procedures for him. The middle-aged woman told him that his name was Yi Ersan, and Yi Ersan was his name.Yi you three, one two three?Really random name.

The middle-aged woman hated his approach as if avoiding the plague god, rented a house for him, arranged a school for him, and never appeared in front of him again.

Tick-tick, touched the drops of water dripping on his face, Yi Yousan looked up at the sky, it turned out that it was raining.The traffic light ahead is counting down, and it will turn green after ten seconds.Looking down, there is actually a black cat sitting on the zebra crossing.

The black cat's golden vertical pupils were looking straight at him, and when he looked to the right, a large truck was about to end, so it rushed over at a faster speed.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Yi Yousan dropped his schoolbag, ran at the zebra crossing as fast as he could, picked up the black cat and rolled it on the sidewalk.It can be said that the truck rushed past with his school uniform attached, the screams of passers-by, the sound of the truck braking suddenly, and the ticking sound of raindrops falling on the awning, all mixed together.

And Yi Yousan knelt down on the ground and hugged the black cat tightly in his arms, without saying a word.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Looks like a truck hit a student?"

"Dead, dead, a student was killed by a big truck!"

Noisy voices came from the ear, and the scene was chaotic, but no one noticed Yi Ersan who was kneeling on the ground.

The driver of the big truck jumped down. Seeing that there was no student rushing up, he was worried that he might be caught under the tire, so he lay down on the ground and looked for a long time, but he didn't see it.

What the hell, I saw a student in a blue school uniform rushing over, why did he disappear?

Seeing that there was nothing to do, the spectators dispersed one by one.The truck driver rubbed his eyes, thought to himself how offended he was, and left in a hurry.

Yi Yousan put the black cat on the ground, and when the green light came on again, he went to the opposite side of the road, picked up his schoolbag and ran back.

The black cat looked up at him, and he was looking at the black cat.After a long time, he squatted down, rubbed the round head of the black cat and said:

"Don't sit in the middle of the road next time, it's too dangerous."

The black cat meowed twice at him and rubbed against his knee.

"You want to go home with me?" Yi Ersan asked doubtfully.

The black cat meowed twice, jumped into his arms, and purred.Yi Yousan smiled helplessly, and stood up holding the black cat.The rain seemed to have stopped, and it seemed that his school uniform, which had been washed to a whitish color, was going to be replaced with a new one.

The black cat in his arms closed his eyes, Yi Ersan bought a bucket of instant noodles and a box of canned fish at the convenience store, and went home.

He opened the door, turned on the light, and closed the door again.The black cat jumped from his embrace to the ground and shook its wet hair. Yi Ersan put the plastic bag and schoolbag on the floor once, and walked into the bathroom barefoot.When he came out, he had a freshly unpacked towel in his hand.

He squatted down and hooked his fingers.The black cat ran up to him as if he was human.Yi Ersan wiped the black cat with a towel, and the black cat arched the towel and licked his rain-wet sleeves.

Yi Yousan froze for a moment, then stood up again.In front of the black cat, he took off his school uniform that was wet by rain. The trousers of the school uniform were also torn, and traces of blood remained on his knees.

"Meow meow" the black cat barked three times, and Yi Ersan shook his head and said:

"It's okay, are you hungry?"

After speaking, he took out the canned fish from the plastic bag, pulled off the aluminum strip and placed the canned fish in front of the black cat.Then he picked up his dirty school uniform and went back to the bathroom.

The shower in the bathroom was turned on, and instead of eating the fish in the can, the black cat went to the bathroom and sat down.

The shower was turned off, and there was no other movement in the bathroom.The black cat sat in front of the door and waited for half an hour. Its golden vertical pupils formed a thin line, and its body gradually became blurred like smoke until it formed a tall black shadow.

The black shadow dissipated, and there was a man in a formal suit in the room.The man is tall, with fierce eyes, not angry and majestic.He knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no response, so he frowned and turned the doorknob.

As soon as he came in, he saw the boy who had fallen asleep leaning against the edge of the bathtub.

Why did you fall asleep again?Thinking to himself, the man took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and carried the boy out of the bathtub.He picked up the bath towel hanging on the hook and wrapped it around the boy.

He carried the boy to the bedroom and put him on the folding bed.He remembered that human beings have to eat three meals, and this human seems to have only eaten a bowl of instant noodles today.

Si Wuliu stood by the bed, looked at the boy's sleeping face, hesitated for a moment, and chose to enter the boy's dream.

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In the dream, it was pitch black all around, and the only light was the bench where the boy was sitting.

The boy curled up on the bench, sleeping with his eyes closed!This is the first time Siwuliu has seen someone who can continue to sleep in a dream. This is how much he loves to sleep.

"Who are you?" Yi Ersan slowly opened his closed eyes.

When he saw the man's appearance clearly, he was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said to himself:

"Why did he dream about the underworld? Does he have tattoos..."

The focus of attention was completely deviated, Siwuliu suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, cleared his throat and said:

"I am Death who rules this area."

Originally, I thought that Yi Yousan would be frightened, but I didn't expect this young man to say indifferently:

"Oh."

oh?This is the end?Don't ask him why he is here?

"Am I dying?" After a long time, Yi Yousan looked at Siwu Liu and asked.

"Yes." Siwuliu replied.

"What's the cause of death?" Yi Yousan didn't feel scared, but asked calmly.

The man didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

"Okay, I won't talk if I don't say it. Then, Lord Death, you appeared in my dream just to inform me that time is running out?" Yi You said three times.

Siwuliu shook his head, walked in front of him, looked down at his eyes and said:

"Afraid?"

"Then there's nothing to be afraid of. Where there is death, there is new life. At worst, erase the memory and start over." Yi Ersan lazily leaned on the bench, showing no sign of fear.

He didn't have any previous memories, so he didn't have much to worry about.

Siwuliu looked at the boy in front of him in surprise, and immediately understood why the report said 'unknown cause of death'.

He knelt down on one knee, held the young man's right hand, and said reverently:

"Yi Ersan, now I give you two choices: either marry me, or become my successor"

The man's hands were abnormally cold, Yi Yousan opened his mouth slightly, blinked his eyes and said:

"Can I choose a third option?"

"?" The third choice?How did he not know that there was a third option?

"You say." Siwuliu said.

"I choose to continue to sleep, good night." He withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and stopped talking to Si Wuliu.