Peripheral vision flooding

Consciousness gradually dissipated, and the surroundings were covered with white haze, making it difficult to see clearly.

I only know that I seem to have slept for a long time, and when I can see something again, he is entrenched on top of "myself".

He floated in the air, looking at the busy people below, he finally could not smell the smell of disinfectant in the ward...

He could see that Song Jiu, with the help of Si Ze, cremated him and hid him next to his brother's grave, next to each other.

Banxian hid in the corner, weeping secretly, it was very distressing to watch.

Even that big fellow Fu Yan wiped the corners of his eyes from time to time, surrounded by a sad atmosphere that never dissipated for a long time.

Snowing.

It was the beginning of December, and it was the first belated snow of this winter. It didn't make people feel cold, but it felt more bleak.

He waved to the crowd below, and then smiled, a very happy, very happy smile, very pure joy.

Although they can't see it, it's okay.

These friends and classmates were all left by his brother. Now, since he hasn't left, that's all.

Even if it is an endless abyss, where you are, I will step over to find you.

Mr. Song Jiu said: "Be strong and face the light."

But Song Jiu didn't know that his light was already at the bottom of the abyss, and his light towards him was like walking towards the darkness, desperately pursuing it.

After living for so many years, what he remembers most clearly is only a small city like the old city, such a small place, which occupied his entire youthful time.

The ancient street, Luoshui No. [-] Middle School, the original Jiang family villa, their small rental house, the parks they visited, the roads they passed...

There are many footprints of them.

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In a daze, he seemed to have fallen asleep again. At this time, a ghost messenger must come to seduce his soul, and take him back to the underworld...

It's so dark in the underworld, basically you can't see anything clearly, you can only see the will-o'-the-wisp that may be shining brightly, and the places you can see are wrapped in black air.

Taking a closer look at the ghost messenger, he felt a little familiar, but his face was covered, so he couldn't see clearly.

I couldn't see my legs down, and I didn't know where my feet were, they were limp.

The ghost messenger led the way, and he followed behind. After all these years, his brother should have been reincarnated long ago. I don't know where he was cast into, and what he is like now.

I don't know if they will meet again.

For no reason, it came with sadness, and anger, just a little bit, why can't you wait for him...

Stepping through the endless darkness and passing through a door-like thing, he discovered that the real hell is on the side of the door.

However, it was a little different from what he imagined!It's so dark here, it's brightly lit, and the person wearing gorgeous clothes directly above is probably Hades, right?But what is he doing?Playing cards with a bunch of ghosts!

Do you want to be so down-to-earth...

It made him feel like he went to the wrong private room...

A few ghost messengers under Hades are working, recording something.

The somewhat familiar ghost messenger beside him took him to register.

"Name."

"Lin Ziqiu."

"age."

"22 is old."

"cause of death."

"Inherited heart disease, died of illness."

"Okay, let me introduce the rules of the underworld. If you want to be reincarnated, you must earn enough contribution points. To survive in the underworld, you also need points. The source of the points is work. There will be a special place to introduce the type of work, and Provided points, choose by yourself, survive by yourself. If you really don’t want to be reincarnated, and don’t want to live here, you can go to Meng Po, drink Meng Po’s soup, and your soul will fly away.”

"Oh."

"Okay, let's go."

That's it, it's gone...

So, what should he do now?

It was still the somewhat familiar ghost messenger who handed him a card without saying a word, and then led the people around the side to a brighter place.

The brand is similar to that of an ID card, and he also has a number, 11111111111111+...10086 ghost guests.

Ah this.

Walking straight forward, I can finally see clearly under my feet, and the road I am on is finally no longer soft.

The surrounding area is bright and bright, and there are even wild flowers and weeds on the side of the road, maybe you can still smell the fragrance.

Two people, no, two ghosts walked forward, after a long time, the ghost messenger finally stopped, looked up, ghost mountains and ghost seas.

Wait, so many ghosts have never been reincarnated, there is no reincarnation, so, then his brother, is it possible, here...

Trying his best to control the heartbeat that rose to his throat, it turned out that he could still have a heartbeat...

Following the footsteps of the ghost messenger, he walked towards the house.

The ghost messenger led him into a room. The room was well-equipped and even had electronic equipment, so he watched helplessly as the ghost messenger took out his cell phone and answered a call. The voice...

elder brother……

After answering the call, the ghost messenger saw the person on the other side looking at him, smiled helplessly, and took off his veil, it was his longing face.

Lin Ziqiu was stunned for a long time, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Until Jiang Zihan raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said softly, "What's wrong? Stuck? Kid Ziqiu?"

Exactly the same look, exactly the same movement, he dreamed for three years, he remembered for three years...

I couldn't control it all of a sudden, wept aloud, and almost collapsed on the ground.

Jiang Zihan hurriedly wrapped his arms around the person in front of him, patted him on the back, coaxed him and said, "Good boy, when you cry, I want to cry too..."

This sentence again...

But the effect was negligible, because the other party cried even more fiercely.

Lin Ziqiu was crying and hiccupping, sobbing uncontrollably.He firmly grabbed the sleeve of the person in front of him, afraid that the person in front of him would disappear in the next second.

After crying for a long time, the only sound he made was over and over again: "Brother...Brother..."

Until later, it was just over and over again: "I miss you so much..."

I really miss you, think about you, think about you for three years, think about it all the time, read it all the time, the most important thing for me every day is to sleep, because I can see you and touch you when I sleep, which means I shout Your brother, you can still answer, but when you wake up from the dream, your thoughts will be doubled, and the loop will be endless.

Brother, I really, really, really miss you so much...

The latter gently and slowly kissed away his tears, but there were more and more tears, and he couldn't finish the kiss. He could only hug this person and say over and over again: "I know, I know, Brother knows...I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I miss you very, very much..."

They knelt and sat in the yard, regardless of the dirt on the mud floor, hugged each other, comforted each other, and told their thoughts.

The roses in the yard were in full bloom, surrounding and enveloping them.

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"I planted a garden full of roses for you. Now that the flowering period has come, I will give them to you. Do you still like it?"

"nature."

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The full text is over.

The author has something to say:

I still hope they can meet again.

After this, it will be gone, and this should be finished.

This is the first time I have written a thing, there are many, many deficiencies, if anyone reads it, please forgive me