Fly away the pain

During the Ching Ming Festival, the students are all on holiday, and the school is deserted.

Our classroom is on the far right of the fifth floor. I remember one time when a family living nearby held a funeral, I sat by the window and was forced to listen to the mourning music for three whole days.

Yingzhi passed me a note saying that I was going crazy.

Let me tell you, you won't be more frustrating than teaching you math problems three times.

He rolled his eyes back at me.

Nearly ten years have passed, and the rural high schools in those days have already changed their appearance.Our teaching building has long since ceased to exist and has become a newer and better modern building.Bypassing the playground, the former boys' dormitory was also abandoned, and it seems that no one lives there now.

I walked up the stairs, and the railings were also rusted.

The weather was gloomy, so it was dark in the corridor. I tried to press the light switch on the wall, but there was no response.The abandoned dormitory building seems to be forgotten in the corner together with the dusty memory, not remembered by anyone, and no one cares.

A shadow slowly appeared in front of my eyes from the other end of the corridor.

I asked, "Who are you?"

The man was wearing our school uniform from ten years ago, a blue and white tracksuit, with a slight disdainful smile on his face, saying: "I'm just one of many people who died here."

Like Eiji?

I wasn't there the day Eiji died.A sudden flu swept through the whole school, and my symptoms were so severe that I took two days off to rest at home.

When I went back to school, besides the pile of test papers on the table, there was also the news of Yingzhi's death.

The head teacher said to me: "He fell in the bathroom and lost blood to death."

I don't believe it, this reason is simply too hasty, it's like a joke, isn't it?I questioned everyone like a madman, and it turned out that his body was ready for burial.

"Then... do you know Zhou Yingzhi? Ying is Yuyou Yinghua, that Ying..." I was trying to ask a ghost about a person who died ten years ago, ridiculous and scary, right?

He tilted his head back, as if thinking, then smiled suddenly and said, "Oh, I know, that skinny kid, isn't it?"

"He died so pitifully. Everyone left the dormitory, and he was the only one who was forgotten in it. When he got out of the bathroom, he stepped on a plastic bag thrown by someone on the floor." The ghost gently floated into a room with the door open. pointing to the corner of the tiles on the sink in the bathroom, "here, my head was knocked there, and the blood flowed all over the floor. The students who were going to self-study next night only found him three hours later. He was already dead."

I suddenly remembered, the whole thing.

At that time, I didn't know who started it. Everyone was rumoring that the relationship between me and Eiji was not normal.Although this is true, we still cannot avoid being squeezed out by everyone.Walking in the crowd, people will look at us with a secret, strange look, and talk about "disgusting gays" behind our backs.

Maybe not everyone understands the embarrassing feeling that everyone is talking hotly during group discussions, but when you speak, everyone is quiet.The things in the dormitory cabinet will disappear for no reason, and the English review materials that are clearly placed in the desk bucket will not be found when the teacher explains them.When eating in the cafeteria, there are always only the two of us at the same table.Everyone isolates themselves from us like preventing viruses.

I believe that some people use this kind of cold violence to relieve their huge study pressure. I believe that there will definitely be people who despise this kind of behavior, but most of them are silent.Because it is always safest to be in the silent majority.

The school stipulates that the door must be locked when leaving the dormitory before going to evening courses. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Yingzhi was locked in the dormitory.Everyone went to evening training, and no one knew that he was unconscious in the empty dormitory. His blood was slowly drained, his body temperature slowly disappeared, and he died alone.

A great sadness suddenly overwhelmed me.

I finally remembered the things I left behind, but why did I forget the most important part?Why do I forget Yingzhi...

"Why do you have to care about what they say?" Yingzhi looked at me sadly.

That day we stayed in the corridor of the teaching building after the evening class, and the lights were about to be turned off.

I dare not look him in the eyes: "I can't take it anymore...I just want to live a normal life..."

Cold violence was more terrifying than physical pain, and I began to fear being around people who looked like us but were not.

"It's not normal to be with me? Do we have to be 'normal' like them?" Ying Zhi's expression became very indifferent, "Tang Cheng, so I misread you too, you are the same as all of them of."

I can't say anything.I knew it would be like this a long time ago. The soul contained in Yingzhi's thin body is much stronger than mine. He doesn't care about the eyes around me like I do. He can be himself better than me.

He turned and left, and from that day on, he never spoke a word to me until he died.

Suddenly recalling that day, I saw his back disappearing into the darkness of the corridor in the corridor that day, as if it was a ceremony that separated the two of us forever.

And after that, I simply and selectively forgot all the memories about him, discarded all the love, guilt and remorse, and chose the most shameless and irresponsible approach.

I came out of school in a trance, the weather was bad, and it started to rain in the drowsy sky, and the mobile phone in my pocket suddenly rang.

"Captain Tang, I have something to tell you," Xiao Zhang hurriedly asked on the phone, "You were hit with a bottle of wine by the rag collector. How did you deal with the injury appraisal later?"

My thinking seemed to be pulled back to reality suddenly, and I said, "Isn't the appraisal already handed in?"

"Ah, yes, but something went wrong with the court..." Xiao Zhang explained, and then complained that he was still on duty.

After listening, I said, "That's out of our control, you let them solve it by themselves."

"Ah?" Xiao Zhang paused for a moment, "That's okay... By the way, captain, the person who rescued you came to our bureau to look for you that day. I was going to give him your contact information, but he didn't wait for me. As soon as I opened my mouth, I hurried away."

I was baffled: "The person who saved me? Who is it?"

"It's the hero who put down the trash that day and acted bravely for righteousness. You don't remember him, do you?"

who?Someone save me?

Wasn't it that little ghost of unknown origin who saved me?

"He..." I collected my thoughts, "What does that person look like?"

"Wearing a big windbreaker, he is tall and tall, with a fair face."

"Have you seen him before?"

"No, but I talked to that man for a while..."

I didn't listen carefully to what Xiao Zhang said later, I rushed home, packed my luggage, and returned to the police station overnight——

Until I saw that person with my own eyes in the surveillance of the police station, I began to doubt myself.

In the surveillance video, a man in a long trench coat talked with Xiao Zhang for a long time.

So now I'm sitting in front of a therapist.

"...Honestly, sometimes I can see, you know, those things..." It took a lot of determination for me to say it.

"And you can still communicate with them?" Dr. Wu pushed his glasses, "They will tell you something you forgot?"

"You may have severe visual and auditory hallucinations, please seek treatment as soon as possible if you can."

Yes, I'm probably a psychopath.

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