Neverland

This is a commemorative book that contains the life of "memory".

This commemorative book begins with the birth certificate and ends with the death certificate. It is a thin book that doesn't weigh much in your hand.

"Memorial" suffered from cancer. The malignant tumor was located in the brain, quite close to the cerebral blood vessels, and spread quickly. It took less than a year from the diagnosis of the disease to the death.

There is also an appointment paper for re-applying a household registration certificate sandwiched in the transparent plastic on the title page of this commemorative book. The appointment time on it is July 2015, three months later than the earliest confirmed medical record.

When "Memorial" was born, the second-child quota had not been fully opened, so there was no identity and household registration at all after birth.Although there was an opportunity to make up for it later, no one probably thought of it anymore.

Xu Muzhou sighed, and finally understood the meaning of Ji Xiaoli's words "no name", the life of "remembrance" was like a flash in the pan, and he was gone before he even had time to keep his identity. Incomparably, only this booklet is left.

Ji Yun didn't make any comments on this booklet, which also made the booklet look cold. Xu Muzhou couldn't see the slightest bit of Ji Yun's own mental journey from it, and couldn't figure out why she put these things together. Organized into a book.

Xu Muzhou sighed and threw the file on the bed.

"Should we go to this hospital to investigate the situation at that time?" Xu Muzhou said.

"There is no need for this." Yan Cen said: "The things in this booklet are already very comprehensive. The reports are arranged in chronological order, and the information is very clear. I have read it just now, and the last thing in the 'Remembrance' is conservative. Treatment, no surgery, no too much chemotherapy."

Xu Muzhou was not as sensitive to this kind of thing as Yan Cen, he was stunned, and subconsciously asked: "Why?"

In his common sense medical impression, there are only two ways to cure cancer, one is chemotherapy and the other is surgery.He originally thought that based on Ji Yun's concern, she should try her best to save "Jiuan", but why there was nothing.

Yan Cen had already finished reading the photos in his hand, he gathered the stack of photos, knocked them neatly on his knees, and looked back at Xu Muzhou.

"'Memorial' is too young, and the location of the tumor is tricky. Surgery may mean killing her. Chemotherapy is the same, and she may not be able to accept it." Yan Cen said: "As for the reason why their family chose conservative treatment, maybe In addition to the fact that there is really no cure, there are also reasons for the poor family conditions."

"Impossible." Xu Muzhou denied it. He handed the real estate certificate to Yan Cen and said, "The original price of this house was 68, and Ji Yun paid for it in full. The purchase period was in January 2016, almost a 'commemorative 'I bought it not long after she passed away, and with all the hard and soft decorations in her house, it costs at least two hundred thousand... Do you mean to say that she earned a million in a month?"

Yan Cen didn't take the real estate certificate, but just looked at Xu Muzhou calmly.

Xu Muzhou's back felt chills when he saw him, and he asked in disbelief: "...Really?"

Yan Cen stood up and got out of the small place where he was sitting.

In Ji Yun's bedroom, the bed and wardrobe occupied most of the area, leaving only two aisles wide enough for one person to walk, and a thick blanket was spread by the window. Just now, Yan Cen was sitting between the bed and the wardrobe to browse data.

When he came together like this, he exposed some bits and pieces that were originally blocked by him.

Xu Muzhou bent down and picked up a few credit cards from the snow-white fluffy carpet.Without exception, these credit cards have a corner cut off and are no longer used.

In addition to these credit cards, there was an old mobile phone near the bed, which had already been connected to the power cord and was showing that it was charging.

Xu Muzhou looked back at Yan Cen, reached out and turned on the phone screen.

"This is Ji Yun's old phone." Yan Cen said: "The SMS box is full of repayment information, from the bank and the tail number match the ones in your hand, all of which have overdrawn the maximum amount. "

As Yan Cen said, Xu Muzhou had already turned on her mobile phone to look at it. Yan Cen was right, these repayment information had been going on for several months, almost every month was the minimum repayment, and not long after the repayment , it will be spent again.

The total limit of these credit cards is less than 2 yuan, and Ji Yun fills in left and right, almost always taking out.

This situation lasted until the beginning of 2016, when Ji Yun suddenly repaid all the debts, and the debt collection information ended here.

In addition, there is a newest message at the top of the message box.

"You know, you won the lottery."

"Last night, the lottery was 1000 million."

Xu Muzhou stared blankly at the text message, feeling a little overwhelmed.This text message was sent one-way, and the other party was an unfamiliar number, and there was no reply.The cold square characters can't express the emotions of the owner, Xu Muzhou can't imagine what kind of mood Ji Yun had when he typed this line.

Her sister may have passed away because she didn't have enough financial support, but turning around, she got these things.

If this lottery ticket had come earlier and in time, even if he knew that the disease could not be cured, Ji Yun would probably try his best to try again.

The time on the text message was December 2015, 12, only ten days after the death of "Memorial".

Fate not only cruelly took away Ji Yun's hope, but also gave her a big joke.

"Have you finished reading it?" Yan Cen said, handing the stack of photos in his hand to Xu Muzhou, and said, "Then take a look at this."

The stack of photos in Yan Cen's hand was also very new.

In 2017, unlike the 80s, the popularity of information technology is very high, and few people will keep such a large stack of developed photos at home.This stack is the same, probably the owner has not turned them over after printing them out, and the slightly sticky printed matter still remains on the photos.

These photos are a group photo between Ji Yun and a child, with different backgrounds and different seasons. Starting from the little child wrapped in a baby in the hospital, the children around Ji Yun are growing up one by one, gradually able to see With beautiful and comely eyebrows.

In most of the photos, Ji Yun and "Memorial" are wearing similar parent-child clothes. The relationship between them looks good, and Ji Yun in the photos is always smiling happily.

Xu Muzhou looked at Ji Yun in the photo, and couldn't help but think of Ji Yun who was blood-stained and lifeless like dry bones in the middle of the night last night.

"Empathy" in the final analysis is a kind of empathy in disguise. Xu Muzhou has been in an orphanage since he can remember, and has no impression of his relatives.He has been wandering in the world like a duckweed for more than [-] years, and he can't fully understand the pain of the death of his relatives.

But judging from the photos alone, Ji Yun was probably a very lively girl in the past—she had hope for the arrival of "Memento" and loved her very much.

It's a pity that the world is impermanent, God only gave her a very short-lived happiness, and took it back cruelly.

It wasn't until halfway through the stack of photos that Xu Muzhou finally saw some traces of familiarity on the faces of the children in the photos.

The grown-up "Memorial" has gradually developed some outlines. Her eyes are very similar to Ji Yun's. They are probably inherited from Ji Xiaoli. They are the kind of very gentle almond eyes. A small vortex.

Xu Muzhou had seen this kind of feature before - in the playground when they entered the mission on the first night.

"...Is that really a 'commemoration'?" Xu Muzhou put down the photo in his hand, feeling a little dazed.

"Not too bad." Yan Cen said.

"But..." Xu Muzhou opened his mouth, "Isn't she—"

"Dead." Yan Cen took it for him: "That's right."

"It's not right." Xu Muzhou raised his voice, he didn't know whether he was refuting Yan Cen or trying to convince himself: "You and I have both seen the 'Remembrance' in the playground, the child is obviously more than one or two years old, She can sit on a wooden horse by herself, and she can already talk."

"And you said before that the amusement park is also an extended subjective space." Xu Muzhou spoke quickly: "But——"

"The truth is the truth, no matter how absurd it seems, it may happen." Yan Cen interrupted him: "Xu Muzhou, you have found a reasonable explanation for all the unreasonable answers."

Xu Muzhou took a deep breath and buried his face in his palms.

He couldn't refute Yan Cen, because indeed at that moment, he had already thought of an extremely absurd possibility.

"...Brother Yan." Xu Muzhou's voice was slightly hoarse: "Tell me, can the dead come back to this world?"

"I once told you that the most powerful force in this world is emotion." Yan Cen said: "Obsession, resentment, these powers have no upper limit. As long as a person's obsession is strong enough at a certain moment, from In theory, any wish can be granted."

"Of course." Yan Cen added: "The way and path to achieve your wish is completely uncontrollable."

"Why, I really want 1000 million now?" Xu Muzhou smiled wryly.

"Didn't I say that the way is uncontrollable." Yan Cen said: "When a person's obsession with money is above all else, he can even do anything, whether it is selling a kidney or committing a crime. This is the so-called achievement. path."

This kind of deliberately raising an argument didn't make Xu Muzhou feel any better, on the contrary, it made his whole mood sink even deeper.

Yan Cen leaned against the wall, rubbed his fingers, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and bit it in his mouth, but did not light it.He was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Xu Muzhou." Yan Cen bit the cigarette holder, and the ending sound was a bit vague: "If the dead really didn't dissipate, but returned to the world, what do you think?"

"This is against the rules." Xu Muzhou put down his palm, his eyes were a little red: "In any case, the return of the dead to the world is itself a kind of 'retrograde'. Since the world has set a boundary between the living and the dead, Then it should be complied with...this is also responsible to both parties.”

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Xu Muzhou asked.

"It's nothing, just ask casually." Yan Cen said, "By the way, let's see where you guessed."

There is no need to guess, Xu Muzhou thought.

Both "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in Ji Yun's hand and "Snow Doll" under her pillow have explanations - those that have been lost have returned to her side.

The unnamed tombstone that "belongs to herself" she buried in her heart even made Xu Muzhou feel that Ji Yun knew all about it from the beginning to the end.

Ji Yun's obsession made her run through different worlds, and abruptly pulled "Jiuan" back to her side. She kept "Jiuan" with her stubbornness of not wanting to let go.

——Give her a name and raise her up.