[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

In the rainy weather, I walked out of the gate of University C.

At this time, two shining light rails grew out from under the feet, spreading and floating forward, like the beams of two flashlights.Then, I saw the hospital parking lot sign.

Looking up, the lights in the emergency room on the seventh floor were still on, and an ambulance rushed into the corridor of the first floor door with its red light on top, and several nurses and doctors rushed into the elevator pushing the pulley beds.

I found that I couldn't get close to the gate of the hospital. I tried to approach it from different directions, but I couldn't get close, as if I was walking still, and the public medical institution was out of reach.

I was a little confused and paused, not knowing where to go.

——"Bailixi."

Someone is calling my name.The strange thing is that although it feels strange, my subconscious mind tells me that this is my own name.

The raindrops were still falling, and my body stood staggeringly in place, like an overweight cargo ship sitting on the undulating water.Many snowflake-like scenes suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. I walked slowly and passed through countless pieces of golden light.

Following the crowd through the familiar overpass, Jiangdong Road, I knew there was a supermarket in front of me, where there was a Starbucks, where there was a McDonald's, where there were Watsons and bars.

strangeness.

I stopped again and looked down at the white suit on my body suspiciously. When did I put it on?

It was abnormal, but not abnormal, to be ignorant of one's own affairs.I gave up thinking, walked through the streets at will, and got through the bodies of many people.

I saw a young man in a black coat sitting in front of a vending machine. He was sitting there alone, resting his chin. The broken steel bars at his feet were bending on both sides of the cement slab.

He must have been sitting for a long time, I guessed, and looked again at the cans of beer in his hand and the few cigarette butts on the cement floor.The young man was expressionless, his short hair was as black as night, but his pupils were bright red, like a burning flame.

I squatted down and stared at his face for a long time, then touched the sparks on the front of the cigarette butt on the ground, but I couldn't feel the temperature.

strangeness.

He should not smoke.

I know things I shouldn't know again, it's just inexplicable.

The young man didn't notice my presence, he just sat there in a daze with his chin in one hand, and the phone in the other hand.I went up to take a look, and found that the background of his mobile phone screen was a photo of a girl, she was flying in the air, her face was blurred by the sun, her figure was very elegant, she seemed to be participating in some kind of high jump competition, and behind her was a picture of a girl. There are referees and audience seats.

Probably because it was on for too long, the screen of the mobile phone suddenly went dark, completely turning into pitch black.Before I could see the other messages in the photo carefully, I saw the young man casually put the phone into his pocket and began to play with a shiny, sharp knife.

He lowered his head, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyelashes were long, and he looked unexpectedly familiar.

"It's strange, I seem to know you." I said to him.

He couldn't hear, and still stared at the vast night with his chin resting on his hands, his eyes were empty.

"who are you?"

As I asked, I looked at his black coat, and reached out to touch the white fur around it, but I still couldn't feel it.

I felt drops of water suddenly appear in the corner of my eyes, water drops other than rain and dew, and I reached out and wiped them away.

The scene in front of him began to blur, the street was distorted, leaving only a white mist.My field of vision suddenly became lower, and I found that my right hand was being held up by someone, and I raised my face to look up. It was an old man in the evening.

He was slowly pacing forward. Logically speaking, I should not know him. My memory tells me that I have never seen this person before. My reason is clamoring for strangeness, but my emotion is unexpectedly calm.

He bent down and took out two candies, one of which was peeled off and stuffed into my mouth, and the other was put in my pocket.The old man led me into the only shop in the scene, which was full of small things worth two yuan and three yuan. I saw a few stickers with Tokyo cats on them and held them in my arms.

He seemed to say something and patted my head.

The store disappeared in the next second, and the old man was lying in the tattered cotton wool, the white sheets were stained with yellow or black patches, the dirty quilt was drooping in front of his face, and the unpleasant smell wafted away.

Someone lit a slender incense stick and put it in a bowl, and a rectangular plaque stood in front of him.

"Why is it New Year's Eve?"

"It's unlucky."

"It's not the right time to die."

I clutched his quilt and knelt in front of the bed, feeling a little dazed in my thoughts.The crowd gathered around, ripped open his bed, took off the old blue jacket, parted his stiff fingers, and put on the red shroud forcefully.

The old man was carried away, and I followed him blankly for a while, only to realize that I was lost.

In view is a small car with a man and a woman standing on its left side.The man was still carrying a briefcase, a suit and leather shoes, and he stood under the pattering rain with an umbrella, speaking clearly and audibly: "Don't come and talk to me about this again."

The woman looked at me impatiently, and frowned: "Her custody is on your side, I can't live in my house anymore."

"When we got divorced, the agreement was clearly..."

Only then did I realize that I was holding a bright red umbrella in my hand, which blocked the falling raindrops.When I went to see it again, the two had already reached an agreement, got into the car calmly, and drove away.

Holding an umbrella and watching the cars drifting away, I began to feel that these scenes seemed familiar.

Then came a three-bedroom house with two kids whose parents put me on a pull-out bed in the living room and woke me up every morning to the sound of gas in the kitchen.

They often quarreled, the two children quarreled, the parents quarreled, and sometimes the whole family quarreled, and the chaotic scene made it difficult to tell who was arguing with whom.Several times they even quarreled because of me. One of the children pointed at me and yelled, saying that I lived in their house for free and did nothing, and then the other child agreed.

The mother angrily taught them why they were so poor in exams and studies, and they couldn't compare with other children.

They immediately retorted that the parents of other people's children are so rich that they can afford famous brand clothes and shoes.So the father of this family also started to get angry, his face turned blue with anger, and he called them white-eyed wolves.Immediately the two adults quarreled again. The woman complained that the man was socializing and drinking like a drunk every night and couldn’t make any money. The man said that his family was a mess, and it’s best for everyone to live in their own ways. You can divorce and find Rich and powerful people.

In the end, the woman ran to the balcony to jump off the building, crying and making noise.The man softened immediately, first tried to reason, then admitted his mistake, knelt on the ground and slapped himself.

After the storm in this house passed, I stood in the corner, waiting for the scene in front of me to change again.They were silent in the dark, as if they were silent in a well, and there was no sound around them. The lights in the hospital were extinguished, as were the lights of the stars and the moon in the sky.

On a park bench, a homeless child is lying on it, wearing the only valuable heavy cotton coat.The snowflakes were blowing, she curled up and shivered, and then a pair of rough hands forcibly took off her thick coat, calling her consciousness back from the burnt delirious.

The tramp took off her clothes and put them on himself.She said weakly, please.The tramp leaned down and touched her chest.She said weakly again, please.Hearing her begging, the homeless man paused and withdrew his big hand that had reached into the collar of the child's clothes. He stood there looking at her for a while, and finally covered her with his tattered, smelly, thin coat. body.

She said, thank you.

I wiped my eyes with my hand, and it was indeed wet.

The hospital showed up again.

This time I stood directly in the corridor, and men and women sat or stood outside the operating room.Then the lights went out, and a doctor came out. The older man stepped forward first, and the two had a conversation.

I saw that everyone's expressions turned sad in an instant, and some girls cried directly, squatting on the ground and couldn't pull themselves up.

The man signed the surgical protocol, and the doctor took the body to the morgue.I followed, and there was a boy standing there motionless, it was strange, his hair and eyes were red.

The boy stood in front of the corpse, and stretched out his hand to tear off the white cloth that was originally covering the body.It was a very good-looking girl, even if she lost her anger, she could tell that she must have been very dazzling when she was alive. Her long black hair was scattered on the white sheet in strands, and her face was unnaturally white.

I stood by the boy's side and didn't wait for any movement for a while, so I tilted my head to look.His rabbit eyes, which were already red, were even redder now, and water dripped from the eye sockets, and fell on the girl's face with a thud.

It was so bad, he cried.

I was a little nervous and reached out to touch his face but it penetrated.The boy lowered his head, tears fell drop by drop on the girl's face, he raised his hand to wipe it, but his eyes became more and more red.

A doctor pulled him out. One of the teenagers supported a girl with short hair. She was sitting on the ground and crying, but when she was helped up, she leaned against the wall and cried, tears and snot mixed together.

The man who signed the surgery agreement before seemed to want to leave, but was stopped by the silver-haired young man. He said something expressionless, and then grabbed the man by the collar and punched him.Several other boys stopped the people on both sides, and a boy with red eyes shouted "This is a hospital" and then grabbed the silver-haired young man's arm.

The scene was chaotic.

I rubbed my eyes and squatted in the corner a little sleepy.

——"Bailixi."

By the way, this is my name.

[Poverty Lai Chumu has no doubts, he just wants Qin to be wrong.Juelu has been indifferent for a long time, who can fall in love with light fat for the first time. 】

It is a blessing for the continuation of morality, the embodiment of an honest and upright minister of the Qin State, and an example of getting out of the mud without staining.

If there is no wrong plan, there will be meritorious deeds.

— "I shouldn't have had this child."

I stood up and saw the dots of lights outside the window, and the neon lights of the city shrouded in night were flickering.The transparent glass window reflected the silence behind her. The girl whose feet were weak from crying was carried away by her boyfriend, and the rest of them left the corridor in twos and threes, leaving only the last person.

He stood where he was, fingers clasped in his palms.

I looked at his pink hair and thought it looked familiar.

"I must know you." I confirmed.

He couldn't hear either, but he just reached out and took off the goggles, revealing his purple eyes, looking very sad.

"Ugh."

I sighed.

He suddenly said to himself: "What is omnipotent..."

It was so low that I had to get close to his mouth to hear it.The boy seemed to be blaming himself, he quickly shut up and sat on the seat for a long time.

He seemed to have tried desperately to save someone.

It failed.

I squatted in front of him half understanding, only to realize that my cheeks were already soaked. I turned my head, but my shadow could not be reflected on the glass window.

It turned out that I was dead.