Resurrected

Death is two words that can never be separated.

It is the end of this world, the end of all life, but sometimes—it is just the beginning.

Chen Lin stood in the corner, looking at the small courtyard in front of him.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard was a middle-aged couple who had turned gray all night. They endured their sorrow and continued to be courteous to the guests who came and went.

An open-air shed was propped up in the small courtyard, and white cloth was hung on the shed. People coming and going walked into the courtyard, bowed silently to a black and white photo in the middle of the main room, or stood quietly watching.

The people who came in and out were all wearing dark clothes, and some had black and white rags pinned to their arms, as if they were singing a play, with a disguised sadness on their faces.

It's a ritual.

The couple's youngest son died, and today is his funeral.

"Is it worth seeing enough?"

Behind Chen Lin, someone was urging him impatiently.

"Aren't funerals like this, crying, singing and making noise, what's there to see?"

As if to reflect this person's words, there was a loud sound of opera music in the small courtyard, followed by a woman with a loud voice whimpering and crying.

This is the custom of the small town, mourning.Whenever a relative dies in the family, a woman who specializes in mourning will be invited to make up a joke and sing a sad story of mourning for the deceased for the donor.And the person who paid the money only needs to put on a sad face there.

The more people invite women to mourn, the more face the deceased will have.The person who paid the money also dutifully expressed his reluctance and nostalgia for the deceased. After doing his duty, the rest was to sit in the seat and wait for the meal.

It really looked like a drama.

Chen Lin pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the mourning words of the woman in the courtyard:

Ouch, my poor nephew.

I am a filial mother and a successful student, why did I go so early.

Ouch, my poor nephew.

Once you go, tell your old parents what to do.

Chen Lin listened for a while, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"I've watched too many funerals, but this is the first time I've watched my own funeral. How could it not be interesting?"

The figure behind him ignored him, and Chen Lin could only say to himself: "When I was still alive, I didn't see so many people like me. I haven't been home for three years, and I don't even know that I can still love you." He was a filial son. From this point of view, it would be a good thing to die."

At least after death, everyone will only say good things about you and dare not say bad things about you.

"It's time, come with me."

The man behind him stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Lin tightly. "This is not a place for you to stay."

Chen Lin was dragged by him and was about to leave.Suddenly there was a commotion in the small courtyard over there.

"Hey, Aunt Chen, Aunt Chen, what's wrong with you?"

"Come here, Aunt Chen has passed out!"

The wife of the middle-aged couple fainted and was being helped to get up from the ground.Her face was pale, and the corners of her eyes were full of tears.

"Don't go there!"

There was a stern shout in his ear, and his hand hurt from being strangled.It was only then that Chen Lin noticed that his feet wanted to run towards the yard uncontrollably. Not only his feet, but also his heart couldn't wait for a second.

"You are already dead." As if seeing through Chen Lin's mind, the person holding him tightly said word by word: "The affairs of the living have nothing to do with you anymore."

With indifferent eyes, he said to Chen Lin, "For the sake of you and your family, don't get close to them again."

died?

I am dead?

But my heart is still beating, and I still feel entangled when I see my mother crying and falling down. Can this be considered dead?

Confusion appeared in Chen Lin's eyes for the first time, clutching his still pulsating heart, and asked: "If I am already dead, then who are you, are you here to pick me up?"

"Even if it's not black and white, he's the one who takes you to hell."

The visitor grinned, revealing a mouthful of thick white teeth.

"Let's go, Chen Lin."

From today on, you are a dead man, a living, breathing ghost.

Chen Lin was taken away from this world of living people.The sound of mourning in the yard is still coming—poor son, why did you leave so early.

just leave?

Alive, but already dead.

Everything started from the day Chen Lin was declared dead.

Believe it or not, I'm going to tell you.

This world is not only the side we see with our eyes, the side we hear with our ears, and the side written in books.In many corners, in countless shadows, there is the real other side of this world that you cannot see.

Like those living ghosts.

There are some people, they can still breathe, their blood can still flow, their hearts can still beat, but they are no longer allowed to live in this world.However, they cannot simply die.

They were forcibly declared dead, separated from their relatives, canceled all evidence of their existence, and forbidden to approach living people.Turned into a ghost who is still alive, but is no different from death.

These ghosts are the other side of this world that cannot be announced to the public—the side that never sees the light of day.

Chen Lin, an ordinary young man who had been working outside for three years, also stepped into the ranks of these ghosts three days ago.Now, he is about to go to another world, a world that belongs only to the dead.

"Here we are." The guide led Chen Lin to a door.

This is a warehouse of an abandoned factory, and they are standing in front of the dilapidated iron gate of the warehouse.

"This is where you should be."

Chen Lin stared at the iron gate with some ecstasy. Behind that gate is the world of the dead?

The iron door was slowly opened with an old creaking sound, and some rust continued to peel off from the door and fell to the ground.Chen Lin looked at the fallen rust, as if he was looking at the dry blood all over the ground.

"go in."

Before he could recover, he was pushed hard into the door.

Fell into darkness.

The door behind him was closed, and the last ray of sunlight came in through the crack of the door. Chen Lin turned around and looked, and the light fell on his face.

Inexplicably feeling a little dazzling, Chen Lin stretched out his hand to block the light.

The door slammed shut in front of him.

This was the last time Chen Lin saw the bright sunlight, and from then on, he became a ghost who could only live in the night.

Alive, but already dead.

Darkness lay behind him, and the world of the dead awaited him.

——The breath of night that clings like a shadow.

Death is not the end.

Just the beginning.