[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

When I opened my eyes again, there were dense green branches around me.Clump after cluster, like the leaves of sunflowers, stretches to the far end of the ground. The bright leaves of the day are shaking, and they are meaninglessly over-colored.

This kind of scene once appeared in the memory, the freedom whizzing and flying in the void was peeled off from the whole body like cut pieces of flesh, and it was like gold leaf falling one after another, lingering in the mind, unable to witness it with my own eyes.

The surroundings are silent and silent, only the rustling of branches and leaves.

I tried to continue walking, but found that the original straight sunflower rhizome suddenly moved, it fluctuated with the pace of progress, and swayed from side to side autonomously.

Maybe they're not sunflowers, and I'm not in a sunflower field.With this thought in mind, I raised my head and tried to step on my feet to take a look at the tall top—white round belly, transparent tail with red stripes inlaid on the edge, staring big dead fish eyes... wait, this is not goldfish? !

These goldenrods, which might be called goldfish, were swaying back and forth, side to side, and back and forth, making an occasional "quack" sound, which was horrible.

A drop of sweat dripped down my head, so I gave up on looking at them, just quickened my pace and started running.Then this behavior of pushing aside the blades of grass and escaping caused countless goldfish to scream "quack" at the same time, which was deafening, and the scene was truly spectacular.

After finally running to the so-called end and stepping up a few steps, before he could react, he saw a child in a brown kimono standing in the center of his vision. He had M-shaped bangs and two small horns on the top of his head. .

The child looked at me blankly, and the water glass he was holding in his arms hit the ground with a thud. Three seconds later, he took a few steps back, turned his head and ran, screaming frantically as he ran: "Help! The snapdragon has become a spirit!" La--"

The boy's changed voice came to my ears, I drooped my eyelids silently, and looked down at my white dress, the fiery red trim around the cuffs and the pomegranate stripes at the bottom of the trousers. The color matching of goldfish is somewhat similar.

But like returning to the image, it is still impossible to become the essence.

After a while, footsteps sounded from far to near again. It was a crisp sound of wood hitting the ground, as if monks were rhythmically beating wooden fish with small wooden sticks.

The steady footsteps stopped, very close.

I put my hands on my chin and sat on the highest step. I turned my face and saw the black kimono of the person next to me, and his or her feet were wearing high clogs—that’s why they made such a rattling sound when walking. .The material is good, it looks soft, and the body is slender, at least the calves are thin.

Along the waistline, there is a flat chest, and the 80.00% possibility has already been hammered in mind.I tilted my head, the pupils at the end of my eyes touched the small M-shaped lips of the visitor, and slid down along the lips, where the ends of the cheeks formed the chin, and the soft Adam's apple converged from the chin.

Sure, it's a male.

Looking back, I raised my hand and rested my chin to look at the full goldfish plants in the courtyard ahead, maybe they should be called snapdragons?In short, even if the sky here is black, and the junction of the horizon is only a fiery red point of light, I don't feel uncomfortable.

What kind of mood is this, obviously do not understand, uncertain, unfamiliar places and people abound, but extremely calm, even self-defeating is not an exaggeration.

"What are you looking at?" A deep and magnetic male voice.

I'm sure I don't know him... no, I don't know anyone as it stands.I was a little surprised by the familiar look of the visitor, so I lowered my hand again, turned my head and glanced to the left——

Fair skin, which symbolizes the cheek color of a young man in his 20s, slightly short and raised eyebrows, long and narrow eye tails with a tinge of red, and a small horn on the top of his middle hair.

He raised his eyebrows, and allowed himself to be scrutinized calmly.There is no expression on his face, and he should have a facial paralyzed personality on weekdays... Strange, it seems that someone is always serious, who is it?

...can't remember.

The young man was holding a long mace in his hand. He saw that I was busy in a daze instead of answering for a long time, so he also looked away, and then looked at the lush grass in front of him: "Abandon the vague possibility, the remaining The following is a clear fact, why don't you guess where this is?"

I thought about it and made a guess: "...hell?"

"Oh?" He looked full of interest.

"After all, I'm dead." Shrugging, I pointed to my head, "And I don't have horns." While speaking, I touched the top of my hair to make sure that I really didn't have any extra horns. thing.

He didn't speak, just looked over calmly.

"By the way, there was a little girl before, about this height..." Thinking of what happened just now, I raised my hand and made a gesture, trying to recall the child's appearance, "Wearing red clothes, carrying a little bunny bear schoolbag."

"She went to heaven." He listened to my description and answered earnestly, pinching his chin.

"what."

My jaw, which had been tense all the time, relaxed a little, my expression was a little dazed, and I repeated after a while: "She went to heaven, that's great."

I thought of the picture that naturally came to my mind before, the moment the glass was inserted into the top of the girl's hair, the blood splashed, the tan intersecting brains ticked, her body was stuck tightly between the car seats, distorted and deformed.Her father was hoarse, tears fell down his chin into the bright red pool of blood, no matter how much he cried out in grief, there was no response.

There was fluid seeping from the corner of my eye, and I subconsciously wiped it off with the back of my hand.

"Are you crying?" he asked me.

"Seems to be."

"why?"

"……I have no idea."

I really don't know.Maybe it's because of the child, maybe it's the thought that someone will cry for me, or maybe I've seen other people cry in despair, but I just forgot.

"So, you must know the old man too?" I asked.

He didn't mean to evade, and concentrated on my movements, as if he was curiously observing the reaction of an experimental subject.The young man sat down after standing for a long time. He wiped the ashes on the ground and put the mace in his hand: "He was supposed to go to the Eight Cold Hells, but because of the cancellation of his merits in his lifetime, he has already been reincarnated."

"Am I going to stand trial too? To what hell?"

"You—" he paused for a moment, before mentioning another matter, "you still owe me money."

"I do not remember."

"Oh, that's what people who borrow money and don't pay back will say that." He deliberately elongated his tone, but his face remained expressionless.

"But I really don't remember—"

I was anxious, stood up and faced him, wanted to explain but didn't know how to express it, and suddenly felt aggrieved: "I don't even know who I am."

"What about the name?"

"……Eh?"

"what's your name?"

"I'm--"

--who I am?

By the way, what was the name of the person that the pink-haired boy was yelling before?Lu Yu?Zhang Mingtao?Li Bai? ...it doesn't seem to be.The answer is clearly on the lips, but I can't answer it in a daze. This feeling is too bad.

"My name is Ghost Lantern." As the person on the other side said, he raised his eyes indifferently, and his attitude was so casual that he seemed to be talking about unimportant things, "And you owe me 180 yuan, Bailixi."

A brilliant firework exploded in my mind, and the three words spun and lingered, tumbling endlessly, as if waking up a sleeping person.

"Counting the interest, the total is 19 yuan."

"...Wait, this price increase method is not right. Dare I borrow a usury-loan? The underworld would not dare to steal money like this?!"

"You seem to have an opinion?" The calm and deep voice was heard as a threat.

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I bowed my head in the face of the danger of a herbivore like a large carnivore: "Don't dare."

He didn't speak again.

I buried my head and waited for a long time without waiting for the other party's response. I was just about to say something, when suddenly my hair sank, and the red headband that I wore on my head for no reason at first was gently pulled.

"?"

The hell worker named Ghost Lamp is looking at my shape from top to bottom. He withdrew his hand and nodded: "It really looks like a snapdragon."

"..." Come on, everyone looks like a snapdragon.

"Call twice to try?"

"..." Damn mentally retarded.

"Scolding me in your heart?"

"...I'm sorry I was wrong."

"Speaking of which, do you drink miso soup?"

The topic jumps so fast, my ignorant brain tried hard to think about the meaning of the word [Miso Soup], and after a while I replied uncertainly: "Drink it."

What really made me hesitate was not the miso soup itself, but the instant relief in this man's eyes.To use an analogy, it is similar to the elementary school student who finally solved his summer homework. While relaxing, he can't wait to share his joy at this moment with others.

Besides, with such a paralyzed and serious face, is it really okay to be happy so early? ? ?