Two or three things about becoming Ye Wang's mother

Maybe I shouldn't be so stubborn. In any case, this old clothes from the dead can't make me survive this winter month.

Before long, I will die tonight.

Looking at the dark night sky with falling snow, it feels like coming home. Will I see the same night sky?

Speaking of which, I never thought I would die like this.After all, the chances of freezing to death and starving to death in modern society are quite rare, but now I am about to experience this kind of absurd death in an unfamiliar environment—perhaps it is extremely normal in this era.

How exactly this happened is still a mystery to me.Could it be the local gods or monsters at work?But why I have to be a foreigner is too unbelievable.

I'm just a guy with no talents.

When I was young, I felt that I was a genius. I would recite the ancient poems taught by the teacher after two or three times.In elementary school, I was the class monitor every year, but Ruo Ruo said that his grades were not the top in the class.When I got to middle school, I was no longer the class monitor, and my grades were only hovering in the middle and upper reaches, so there was nothing special about it.

This is an age that loves beauty, but my appearance can't be called beautiful, it's a little bit worse than delicate. Fortunately, I have a cheerful personality, so I don't feel inferior because of my appearance.

The calligraphy I practiced in elementary school stagnated in middle school, because I had to wholeheartedly participate in the Math Olympiad class organized by the math teacher. As a result, I was really powerless in mathematics in the later stage, so I quit the class.

The high school entrance examination is not satisfactory, the high school is not a famous school, it is probably ranked fifth in the city?Anyway, this kind of ranking is a bit persuasive except for the first one, and the latter rankings are just the subjective opinions of others.

His grades in high school were even more mediocre, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep up.At one point, I wanted to give up, thinking of just coping with the college entrance examination casually, but the energy of working hard has been procrastinating, and it didn't calm down until the college entrance examination was over.In fact, it's useless to think about it. In the end, it's just something to talk about when recalling the past someday in the future.

The vacation after the college entrance examination was quite abundant, so under the lobbying of friends, I discussed with my parents to travel to Japan.I don't really have any passion for travel, they all think I need to travel to relax.If it reassures them, traveling far is not such a bad thing.

Then the parents talked a lot in the family group, so there was a long list of purchasing agents.

We decided to travel mainly in Kyoto, Japan. If we want to experience Japanese culture, Kyoto is undoubtedly the first choice for foreigners like us.Of course, my friend didn't have this kind of idea. She just heard that there are many summer festivals in Kyoto, and she wanted to join in the fun.

In fact, thinking about it now, if I had a good time in Kyoto at that time, I would go home directly.Of course, I don't know the opportunity and reason for traveling, but this does not prevent me from venting my resentment on the matter of travel.If there is no object of resentment, I... run around in the wilderness alone, not only without direction, but without even a comfort.Resentment is also a kind of comfort to some extent.

Even now.I don't know the time, I don't know the place. From summer to winter, the clothes picked from the dead are just useless decorations.

The bone-piercing chill invaded the bones from the limbs, the fingers tightly clutched the old clothes, and the brain was continuously invaded by waves of drowsiness, as if a thousand-jin heavy iron block was blocked in the brain.I kept hinting to myself not to sleep, but my body's instincts always ignored these hints.Then the joints are as blunt as scissors that have undergone oxidation reactions for several years, and it takes a lot of effort to move them.

I have spent three days in this cold.Every day is like three autumns, and there is still a long period of winter.I have never hated winter so much as I do now.

Occasionally, a voice would pop up in my brain—even if I managed to survive the winter, the thought of living without electricity and flush toilets in the future made me feel so uncomfortable that I wanted to die.I'm used to modern life, but I can't adapt to ancient times—especially the ancient times in Japan.

—The dead people I've seen undoubtedly resemble the ancient Japanese costumes I've seen in movies and TV dramas.But as for which era, I'm really sorry, I don't have much research on Japanese history.

When I think about living like that, I even think it might be okay to die like that.

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Now that death is imminent, let's say the last words.But after thinking about it, I found that I had nothing to say.What I wanted to say at the beginning was stuck in my throat, and I swallowed slowly.

I have imagined many times about last words, arranged things, and worried people.But now, all these things are not in front of my eyes, so naturally there is nothing to say.

I closed my eyes, and it is said that people will see a revolving lantern theater when they are about to die, but what appeared in my mind was a blank.

I want to cry……

Die alone in a strange place, this kind of thing can't be let go.

I want to cry so much...

I looked at the dark sky and imagined how I would express my regret if there was someone by my side.

That must have ended in silence.

My dear parents, are you also looking at the same sky as me?If the sky can convey my thoughts, I hope a shooting star can pass by, and my endless thoughts and guilt will fade away the sadness in your hearts...

Because... I'm already dead.

The moment the house collapsed, I had already lost my life.

When I suddenly remembered this important point, my mood was extremely peaceful.

If you've already died once, it doesn't matter if you die a second time.If I am obsessed with why I am alive after my first death, then I will never be able to get an answer to this question.

I blinked, and suddenly felt that the snowflakes falling into my eyes were so cute.The three days I spent here were stolen, so there is nothing wrong with returning them soon.

Then I closed my eyes, relaxed my body, and waited quietly for death to take my stolen life away.

"Wow wow wow..."

A voice as weak as a kitten resounded in this snow-falling world.

That is……

"Wow wow wow..."

It's an illusion.

"Wow wow wow..."

I lifted my heavy eyelids, and my blurred vision gradually became clear, and I could even see the structure of every snowflake that fell into my eyes.Then strength from nowhere urged me to turn over and crawl with all four limbs together. Even though my limbs were already too cold, I still struggled towards the direction where the baby was crying.

Snowflakes fell on the naked skin and invaded the bone marrow.

Something hot flowed from my eye sockets, fell into the snow and disappeared.

I don't know how long I climbed, but I finally saw a figure.

It was a woman who fell in the snow and had lost her life.And the baby in her arms was crying weakly like a kitten.She wrapped all the warm clothes on the baby-even if the so-called warm clothes were not worth mentioning.

The woman's hands were frozen stiff, and with all my strength I moved her arms away and lifted out the baby she had tried so hard to protect.

I hugged the baby tightly, expressing all the grievances of the past three days...

survive

Live hard...