[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

I am dead.

No one taught me what to do when I was dead, and no one could see me.The rain was still falling, and I stood in the endless darkness and walked deeper and deeper, feeling very tired.I wanted to sit down, so I sat down, although I didn't know whether to sit on a chair or a stone, my body swayed, as if I was on the borderline between life and death, walking in the morning and evening at the same time.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it is still today, maybe it is tomorrow.I still sat there, staring at the boundless darkness for a long time.

After a long time, I suddenly became hot, and my whole body began to feel hot, and I could even clearly hear the bubbling sound of my cheeks.I think my body should have been cremated. Although I don't quite understand how the word came to my brain, I am sure that I was burned in some kind of furnace.

"elder sister."

I turned my head and found that at some point there was a little girl in red clothes standing next to her. She was also carrying a yellow bunny bear schoolbag, her eyes were ignorant.

Even though it was so dark all around, she was clearly bright.

"Sister." She called me again.

I touched my hot face, a little dazed: "I don't know you."

"Have you seen my parents?" She stretched out her hand and tugged on the white clothes on my body, pulling them lightly.

I shook my head: "I don't know what your parents look like."

"Daddy is tall, wearing glasses..." She thought for a while, and drew a height, but she was too short, so even if she stood on tiptoe, she could only reach my shoulders.

"I'll wait for them with you." I suggested.

"Thank you sister."

She showed a very obvious smile, and sat happily beside me: "Dad drove me home tonight, and he also said to make Coca-Cola chicken wings."

A strange street suddenly appeared in my mind. The fiery red car rushed out after the signal light turned green, collided with another truck, and the door flew out.Sparks flew everywhere, and the man in the driver's seat was slightly injured, leaving a bright red liquid on his forehead, but the girl in the co-pilot was stuck in the deformed and twisted car seat, and the glass penetrated into her hair.

The crowd came up, bustling and noisy, traffic police appeared, and ambulances rushed to the scene.

I froze for a moment, then turned my head seriously and told her, "You're dead."

"Eh?"

I don't know why I'm so sure, but I just followed my body's intuition: "Your brains are leaking out, you're definitely dead."

The girl reached out and touched her head, her hands were wet, she pursed her mouth, as if she was about to cry: "You are right, I seem to be dead."

I felt very scared and became nervous: "How did you die?"

"I do not know."

"Why don't you know?" I asked her.

"I do not know."

It's weird and I think she should know.

"Dad also said to make Coca-Cola chicken wings for me to eat." The child started to cry, and she was very confused, "Sister, what should I do?"

"I'm dead too." I comforted her, "I don't know how I died either."

She looked at me blankly: "How old are you?"

I thought for a while and said, "19."

"Oh, then you should be in college."

I also felt like I was in college, being 19, definitely a college student.I asked her again: "How old are you?"

"Five years old in three months."

"Ah." I responded subconsciously, suddenly very sad, "You are going to be five years old."

"Yes."

She looked even more upset, so the two of us just sat there looking at each other without saying a word.

After a while, she pointed to my wrist again: "What is this?"

I looked down and saw blue crystals strung on a string in the shape of a bracelet: "Looks like a bracelet." But I don't know where it came from.

The child seemed to understand half-understood, and for a while she would forget about her own death, and the sadness of not seeing her parents was all of a sudden forgotten. She stood up, looked into the distance with some excitement and curiosity: "I I'm leaving, I want to know what's ahead."

I also became happy: "Then you go."

The little girl with the little bunny bear schoolbag bouncing away, her figure was submerged in the darkness, even if I squinted my eyes, I couldn't find her.The surroundings became groggy again, there was no light, and I didn't know if I was still alive. I just sat there and stared vaguely at the end of the night in the distance, where there was endless fog.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded again.

This time I heard it clearly, and turned my head to look at the spot of light that was getting closer and closer behind me. A fat figure was staggering towards it, and he still held two chopsticks in his hand.

The human figure paused for a moment when he saw me. He stood still, showing a vicissitudes of life, with gray hair curled on his head, and wearing a worn-out security uniform.I looked up at him and saw the confusion in his eyes.

"Are you... to pick me up?" the man asked tremblingly.

I shook my head: "No."

He seemed to be relieved, sat down with his chopsticks in hand, and looked around: "This is the resting place."

"I do not know."

He looked strange, as if he was very puzzled by my ignorance.The man waved the chopsticks in his palm a few times, looking like he wanted to talk, but after a few times, he dropped his shoulders, drooped his eyelids and murmured: "I'm dead, what will my son do?"

I know that the people I meet on this road are all dead.Inexplicably, I didn't feel scared, but thought it was a very normal thing.

Even though he didn't get a response, the middle-aged man still talked on his own, as if he had found a confidant.He stuck the chopsticks on the ground and fiddled with them: "I picked up a child, and I raised him as my own son. His name is Lu Yu."

He began to describe the process in detail, including picking up the baby from the gate of the orphanage, hearing the crying, and all kinds of interesting things with the child.The way he talks about this is a happy father, and he is also a proud father. Those many clever stories make him think that his children are the smartest in the world.

He talked on and on for a long time, so long that I had to interrupt: "Why do you still remember the things in your life?"

He choked, and didn't seem to have thought of this question: "I just remember."

He was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and the blissful expression turned into dull sadness in an instant, as if growing on his face, instead of being swept away like a wind and rain.

"Hey, what do I remember?"

He didn't get an answer, so he asked me again: "Little girl, what do I remember?"

I wanted to tell him how I knew, but the blankness in my mind was filled with fragmented scenes, fleeting emotions, and huge shopping malls floating in white mist.

The man led his son to take out all his savings vigorously, as if he was rich, stepped on the escalator and stepped into the brand-name area on the third floor, facing several rows of Burberry scarves, he walked over and first looked at the coat at the entrance , a little surprised: "A coat costs 920 yuan."

"Dad." The boy said, "You read it wrong, it's [-] yuan."

The look on the man's face was not surprised, but sad.He was shy in his pocket, and stood there numbly, with the 2000 yuan he just took out in his pocket. When the shopping guide lady came over, he didn't dare to lift his head, and asked in a low voice with low self-esteem: "Where can I find cheap clothes?"

"First floor."

The man walked up the descending escalator with his head down, sighing in his ears, and he whispered that if only he hadn't been the one who picked up the baby at that time, then the life of the child would be much better than it is now.

When the screen turned, I saw the boy's biological parents kneeling in front of the man, thanking him for his upbringing.And the boy was sitting on the sofa wearing brand-new big-name clothes, happily packing his luggage and going to travel with his biological parents.

The man has never been married all his life. Since he picked up the child at the age of 23, he has been taking care of him for 20 years.He finally died on the dining table of his old house in the countryside, holding his chopsticks and fell there. He was wearing a patched security uniform, and there was no one around. Student Award.

"What will my son do if I die?" He continued to mutter, with a worried and distressed expression.

"You should go." I reminded him.

The man stood up, and he walked towards the darkness step by step with staggering steps, until his entire body was hidden in it, and no trace could be found.

I sat for a while, until I could barely see my fingers, and then stood up unsteadily.The entire space was darkened, and the dark road with clear boundaries before disappeared, leaving only a piece of eternal stillness.

——"Baili Xi!"

Someone is calling me.

It's strange, I know it's my name, but it feels strange.

——"Baili Xi, you dare to take a step and try!"

Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs.

I turned around and stared into the thick darkness.In a short while, those nights that surrounded the corridor like mist dispersed, and a light-colored junction opened up from the bottom of the feet.Half white, half black.

On the white side stood a boy with pink hair. He was out of breath, a few drops of sweat slid down his side face, and he held his knees for breath without any image, but I thought this picture was familiar.

Standing in the light, he is warm and bright different from the world behind him.

Usually at this time, some cold liquid will flow from the face. I reached out and touched it, but found that it was dry.

"Come back with me." He spoke in an almost pleading tone.

I stopped at the dark end and looked at the figure in the light calmly.The boy was wearing green goggles, frowning, and his expression fluctuated obviously. He seemed unable to enter the dark place, so he stopped at the dividing line between light and dark.

【don't want】

I hear my own voice.

The world stands still.

The field of vision began to dim little by little, and the light disappeared completely.I couldn't see anything, I couldn't touch anything, I walked forward with my intuition, leaving behind the space that exuded the breath of day.

There is still the lingering sound of someone in my ears.

He said, sorry.

After the suffocating silence, I still heard a whisper like a mosquito, like a bubble rising erratically, and finally bursting gently in the air:

——Come on, don't look back, don't meet me again.