error

A slippery object also disappeared with the sound of gongs and shouts...

I opened my eyes suddenly, and my eyes were filled with vague, shaky, overlapping figures.

"Yin Yu!"

Just when I was deeply in an unspeakable discomfort, Zhao Boyang's cold voice suddenly penetrated into the eardrum.I sat up from the bed as if awakened from a nightmare, staring straight at the still blurred figure in front of me.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

I grabbed my hair violently and screamed miserably until my voice became hoarse.

"Yin Yu!"

Zhao Boyang called me again, but he couldn't stop my crazy behavior at all. I crawled out of bed, only feeling pain all over my body, my temples were exploding in pain, I felt that I fell to the ground but got up again, everything in front of me It's all wobbly blurs, overlapping...

"I'm going to run! I've got to run! She's coming for me! She's coming for me..."

I muttered incoherently about those nightmarish 'scenes', those shadows of myself, those old things that I don't want to remember, and that red bridge...

Finally, after I kept falling and getting up several times, Zhao Boyang grabbed my shoulders, shaking me in a mess, and shouted anxiously with a still cold voice: "Calm down! Yin Yu !" "You are safe now! You need to stay sane!"

Hearing Zhao Boyang's yell, I smiled wryly in my heart: I don't want this either!I know I shouldn't be so flustered, but my body is still trembling and screaming uncontrollably...

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap in the face.

In a daze, my eyes began to gradually become clearer, and my right cheek was obviously hot and painful...

Then I slowly touched a cold, hard hand and pinched it down fiercely...

I finally woke up.

……

【4】

Ten years, oh no, 13 years...

No, it should be 23 years.

Now it should be three years since I was reborn as No.20. Every year today, at [-]:[-] am on March [-]th, I will have "hysteria".

I know that this is by no means as simple as having a nightmare.Ever since I picked up the [-] years of life in vain, every year on this day, I will "fall into a dream" at this moment.

The rootless bridge in the dream is called "Yin-Yang Bridge", which is the "bridge" for the soul to lead to reincarnation and reincarnation in the yang world, and for the living to die.

In that dream, the red-makeup ghost who "changed her life" would haunt me every now and then. At one point, I secretly thought that I was cast into her original womb by mistake.

But during these twenty and three years of repeated torment, I dispelled this conjecture. I think that the female ghost in red must have another relationship between me and me!

In Yangjian, I lived for another 23 years. During these 20 years, when I "dream" every year, this person who is sitting upright in front of me with a serious face is present eighteen times.This person is my only close relative and friend in this life, Zhao Boyang.

His complexion at this moment is as bad as ever. Every time I "wake up" from a dream, he will always sit opposite me like this, staring at me with an indescribable expression, which makes me hairy all over.I can't tell whether I am worried about me as a friend, or I just think I am crazy.

However, I am really not far from crazy.

"Don't look at it, no flowers will grow on my face."

I retched, and felt that my internal organs were stirring. I was extremely upset, so I had to lie down again and look sideways at Zhao Boyang. He was still staring at me, as if he was looking at a strange creature with a research meaning. see...

"You...dream about that woman again?" He carefully chose his words, for fear of irritating me.

"Yes, I dreamed about her again, and she always comes to me at this time of year."

I hugged my head with both hands, squeezed hard to relieve my headache, and joked dejectedly, "Guess, does that woman always come to me because she has a crush on me?"

"ill!"

Zhao Boyang simply sneered at my words, stood up and put the chair he was sitting on back in place after speaking, walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Ugh……"

I let out a long sigh, and then laughed again. I have been guessing and asking myself all the time for 23 years: Who am I?Who the hell am I? !

The woman in the "dream"... who is it?

I couldn't think of it, and I couldn't guess it. Part of my memory seemed to be sealed and couldn't be opened.

perhaps?Can't open the part that is good for me?Not being able to remember is probably not a bad thing.

After all, the "woman in red" in the "nightmare" of 23 years has never succeeded, and I have not suffered any loss except for playing some perverted fun and making me wear her dress repeatedly in the "dream"... …

Let’s just let it go, I feel that in addition to being afraid of the entanglement and mental torture from “her”, I seem to have some kind of vague complex feelings for “her”, neither love nor hate, It is something that goes deeper into the soul but cannot be touched...

I, an evil ghost who has escaped from hell, my name in this world is Yin Yu, I am twenty-three this year, and on the surface I am a single young man who "starts a business" alone in a city with no relatives and no reason.

I have a group of friends who are more disgusting and perverted than me, the evil ghost who escaped from hell, and I sincerely wish them to go to hell as soon as possible and never be reborn----this state seems to feel good, I am very satisfied with my current situation, because I know that no more than six or seventy years later, I still have to return to the place I should return to.

Sighing again, I covered my head and went back to sleep...

Across the Yin-Yang Bridge, here is my current report.

……

【end】

The sound of firecrackers exploded.

In an unremarkable old office building, there are few decent office units, but I chose a place with the least popularity to start my future work.

I stood alone in the corridor on the fourth floor. I didn't look at the chaotic scene outside. I put everything in it as a dream, just passing by... It was so unreal.

"Hunting knife..."

Gently read the words on the sign.There is one eye staring at the back, but I still don’t look back. I am thinking about many things, the present, and the future... This is Zhao Boyang’s name, although no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like the name of a funeral service company.

The guests who came to congratulate were making a fuss in the large conference room on the fourth floor. November [-], [-] was the same day as my friend Zhao Boyang's birthday.

I know of no one better than me for this...

The author has something to say: I will post all the remaining episodes within one day.

☆, prelude: greedy, vain

【greedy】

"The only way to get rid of temptation is to give in to it."

-----Oscar Wilde

[-01] Confession:

Everyone loves to be a hero, and so do I.

I really don't like the label of "villain" they imposed on me.It's as if the whole meaning of my existence is to be a punching bag and cannon fodder for the true heroes of justice!

I hate this kind of prejudice, so I stepped up to participate in almost the whole process, trying to get myself cleared as soon as possible, but the result was the opposite.

Maybe, in this whole play, I'm the only villain.

[-02] Cutscene:

I greedily breathed in the free air. It was not pleasant to smell the stench, the smell of food or the rotting corpse of some kind of animal, but I still breathed heavily.

I fled without any danger.

For a long time (in fact, it was only a few short months), I almost thought that I would never see the sun or blow the wind again. The outside world was forcibly blocked for a while, and what was waiting for me was ongoing Mental torture of torture.

Of course, the violence of some scumbag adds insult to injury.

Faced with so many doubts and disappointments, they never imagined that I have no regrets, and it is true, I have never done anything wrong!

[-03] Ridiculous:

If I have to define a role in life, then I will be an absurd role, serving as a fan and amusing, that is ------ clown.

The writer will write on a piece of white paper: He is a bohemian person, in his heart only desire is worthy of attention, absurdity is the portrayal of his life, he has countless secrets hidden in dark corners, just like his dark soul.

[-04] Officially:

Solitary confinement is an extremely inhumane act, so many countries have banned it.And those people, because of their own interests, under the banner of taking care of the overall situation, completely disregarded morals for me!

At first, I would feel anger and fear, knowing that I was innocent, that if I exposed the truth, I might even become a dedicated hero.But, I can't, absolutely can't!I am willing to endure for a while longer, in order to defend my beliefs!

Confined in a dark and narrow space, the eyes will slowly adapt to the emptiness and darkness.Although there is not even a ghost in this space except me, the lines and lines on the surrounding walls can still serve as a recreation of this emptiness.I count each day, counting down to the day I will be "released from prison".

There will always be such a short moment, I will secretly curse myself for being stupid and letting go, suppressing the emotion that is about to come out, I am eager to roar loudly, and then tell everyone that I am innocent.I carried the cross instead of them!

Of course, all of this is valuable, isn't it?Every now and then, I console myself by telling myself that I am doing everything right, including taking all the guilt and mess on myself.I have no relatives, no reason, no fear, this is the best ending, and I have protected the people I want to protect time and time again.These are only temporary.

Time, the flow is extremely slow, I often feel dizzy and tinnitus, in this case my thinking stops.It is very difficult to clearly remember the passage of each day.This dilemma made me start to laugh at myself and reflect on the past...

I have been weary of the world several times, wishing I could disappear completely, so I did.Then, having tasted the bitter fruit of failure, I can clearly tell everyone: Cutting my wrists is fucking stupid!

……

A heavy door was opened with a heavy sound.The faint light in the corridor seemed extremely dazzling at this moment.Someone was talking to me, but the tinnitus was so severe that I couldn't react at all.

TA came in, supported me who was sitting against the corner, and led me out... The interrogation began again...

……

Right now, I'm sitting in a cold chair with the glare of a desk lamp shining straight into my face, the worst interrogation procedure on TV.I got into some trouble, big, big trouble.It involved almost all close friends in my circle, so everyone unanimously decided to let me tell the truth about the mastermind behind the scenes.

Obviously, human beings are crazy, extreme, and cruel, just as I believed in it from the beginning, it is revealed at this moment.You can never imagine the feeling when the closest people around you imprisoned you and lynched you in the past, just for a shitty truth!

My hands rested on my knees naturally and relaxed. If the gleaming handcuffs were removed, I believe I would be more relaxed.

How many times is this already?How long will I have to endure it?

I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth secretly, and what I saw in my mind was the picture of killing these guys who misunderstood and imprisoned me one by one, the blood flowed like a river, and I am the only one who is innocent...

When I opened my eyes again, the lights were not so dazzling, and the lineup in front of me was quite powerful.

Ah!It's all here, not a single one left!

Among them are close friends who grew up with me, partners who have always fought side by side, seniors whom I respect and admire, and two who used to be my lovers... one is the girlfriend of my first love, and the other is in a relationship in girlfriend.

At this moment, they are all looking at me, and I am also looking at them, and I still see too much from the eyes they cast.Regret, disappointment, condemnation, doubt, and loathing.

Zhao Boyang and Wen Tao sat beside the huge metal table in front of me. As usual, Wen Tao took out the recording pen and prepared to record, while Zhao Boyang held the desk lamp with his hands and shone on my face again.

He straightened his cuffs, glanced at me lazily, and nodded to Wentao, indicating that it was time to start.Throughout the process of controlling and questioning me, he was clearly in a leadership role.

In the words he once said: If you cross that line, I still forgive you, but I will use my own method to hit you.

Zhao Boyang: "Is there still nothing to say?" He stared at me stubbornly, and opened the file in his hand, which was the latest evidence.Bad for me.

Me: "No." I shook my head, focused my eyes on the handcuff that was holding me, and began to study its metallic luster under the light.

At this moment, Wen Tao interjected, and it could be seen that he had already lost patience with this kind of long competition.

Wen Tao: "Say it, we can still forgive you, Yin Yu." He induced me like this.

Me: "I really don't know." After finishing the last sentence I wanted to say today, I stopped talking.

Let the two of them babble over and over again about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet.

During the period, I took a sneak peek at Tong Mu --- my first love girlfriend, she was biting her lower lip nervously, staring at the stack of documents on the table that Zhao Boyang was flipping through.

She must be worried about what else to disclose!

I smiled in her direction and mouthed a word rascally.

Mo Ran, who had been standing beside Tong Mu, obviously noticed my actions first, gave me a strange look, and ran to the other corner to stand there.

A small episode, the other three people in the room also found out my sneaking number, Zhao Boyang slapped the document in his hand on the table with a "snap", and his neck was so stiff that he didn't make a sound.

Wen Tao and Mo Yan reacted more subtlely to me. One walked over and gave me a kick without hesitation, while the other watched the farce with folded arms expressionlessly.

The moment the chair was kicked down by Wen Tao, the world was turned upside down and spinning, and the head looked at the problem from a different angle, which made it much easier!I saw cobwebs on the ceiling and dust in the cracks between the thresholds.

For a while, I blocked all the sounds on my own.Tinnitus continues.

After a while, Wen Tao pulled me up with the chair again, stared at me with an unfriendly expression, and cursed viciously: "Bastard!".

I smiled at him, no wonder he was annoyed.Because his sister Wen Jie is still missing.

My smile must have been extremely vicious in Wen Tao's eyes. He looked at me in complicated ways, filled with surprise and hatred, and most of all he looked at me with mad contempt.

As a result, I was punched in the stomach again, and my stomach began to churn, and I suddenly remembered that I didn't seem to have eaten.

Mo Ran, who had been silent all the time, suddenly screamed after Wen Tao punched me, and she ran over and pushed Wen Tao away.There seemed to be trust and pity for me in her expression.For that, I am grateful.

After a long silence, Zhao Boyang finally stood up and walked around me to the door.He said, "That's all for today." After the final words, he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

I greedily chased after his back, this move was strongly misleading.So much so that under the gaze that I almost wanted to lick, the rest of the people in the room reacted extremely.Especially Wen Tao and Mo Yan, they seemed to be disdainful and left quickly.

After Tong Mu also left, only Mo Ran and I were left.

Mo Ran was still by my side, she put one hand on my shoulder, and stroked my left cheek with the other hand, she touched my wound, which made me hide...

"Sorry," she said.

She is protecting me. I never thought that one day I would be protected by a little girl.

This is the 96th day, and my mood is getting worse and worse, even hopeless. I feel unprecedented helplessness, loss and fear, even though those things just flashed in my mind.

Besides I know I'm innocent, there's another person in this room who knows too, but I'll never let them tell!forever!

[-05] Entanglement:

I ran crazily in the woods, as if I would never run to the end.

There was a 'rustling' ringing in my ears, and I wasn't afraid of being caught by those guys at all.After running for a long time, I couldn't see the sun in the woods. I didn't realize it was bright until I ran out.Outside the woods is the road, I'm saved!

As if I was crazy, I laughed, jumped up dancing and pointed my middle finger in the direction of the damn prison in the woods.In the end, I won this battle!I don't know how long I have prepared for this day's victory!

The air outside the woods is much fresher and cleaner.This place is sparsely populated, and it is a good place to bury corpses. Soon, I had a premonition that if I escaped a day later, I might become the fertilizer of these big trees.One of them must kill me, for the sake of the overall situation, and for myself...

Back when I was in high school a few years ago, the guy I've struggled with until now.Now it's also to protect TA, but I didn't expect that I would be so ignorant, just one step away from seeing the light of day again!As for the other people, I just want an explanation. Although Wen Tao is extreme and violent, he will not hurt my life...

Walking slowly along the road, I have already confirmed that there will be no 'chasers' behind.

It's my ability to run out, it's their luck to catch it or not.

My thoughts also slowed down like my steps, and the road ahead was vast, and I began to slowly recall many interesting things from the past...

……

Sudden!It's dark!

A gigantic creature swept past my ears with a "whoosh", and the street lights reflected in the puddles on the side of the road were the last thing I saw.

[empty bondage

"Love existed only in the age of heroes in this world, when gods and goddesses loved each other. In those days, admiration came from fleeting glances, and pleasure followed admiration."

--------Goethe "Roman Elegy"

It seemed to be a long nightmare.

The first straw of reality that I clung to after waking from the dream was a hand...

A cold, pale hand that belonged to a man.

Of course I know this man whose left hand I hold tightly, not only do I know him, but he is also very familiar with him.He is naturally my only close friend since childhood: Zhao Boyang.

I let him go, and slowly supported my body against the head of the bed, feeling abnormally tired and weak.

Looking at him suspiciously, I asked, "Why are you here?" Obviously I remembered that he didn't come to my place as a guest last night.What's more, how did he get in without the key?

Zhao Boyang didn't answer my question right away, but stood aside and looked at me for a while with the same questioning eyes.After taking a few slow and long breaths, he helped the frame of the mirror that had slipped slightly.

"How are you?" He finally spoke, but it was me who asked back.

I thought about it, and when I tilted my neck, it hurt, and I complained inexplicably: "What's the matter? Didn't you feel fine yesterday? It just seems to have a stiff neck..."

Nowadays…

What a fucking day!

Except for the stiff neck after waking up from nightmares all night, my good friend appeared on the side of the bed out of thin air, and looked at me like a psychopath, everything was calm and abnormal, and it always felt...very subtle.It seems that some important link has been missed.

It's just... I really can't remember what I missed.

With Zhao Boyang's character, when he doesn't want to explain the problem, even if you wear your tongue, don't try to ask him anything.I simply didn't ask, anyway, when he wants to explain why he broke into my house early in the morning and watched me get up, I will know the reason.Sometimes I am really surprised by my tolerance and calmness.

After Zhao Boyang left, I took another nap and slept until one o'clock in the afternoon.My neck was still not healed after waking up, so I could only wash in a weird position and then go out to eat.

When I came back, it was past 3 in the afternoon, and I turned on the computer to sort out the mailbox.

Now I am in the so-called 'love period', 22-year-old me and a little girl from another place who is 6 years younger than me have become a weird couple without any suspense.

16-year-old 'Little Lover'...

What a headache.

In fact, it was impossible for me to talk about love with a little Hua Guduo who was still in junior high school. It all started because she was the sister of a good friend of mine, so she helped take care of her for a while.Unexpectedly, the little girl spoke amazingly, announcing our 'love relationship' in front of almost all my relatives and friends.

The matter went on in such a vague way, I admit, if it wasn't because she is still too young, it is very possible that I would be tempted!

They all say 'Tongyan Wuji', how come everyone believes it?

Neither playing with me nor watching a joke, but they all expressed their attitudes and opinions on this matter to me in a serious manner.

Zhao's mother, who treated me like a half-son since childhood, gave me a series of criticisms and education, and then took my hand and said: "Ran Ran is still young, and she should not be too anxious about some things." He also winked at me suggestively, full of warning.

Zhao's father was more direct, snorted coldly and said: "It's not proper!" He threw up his sleeves and left.Only Zhao Boyang's elder brother Zhao Boyan and my cousin Yin Shu behaved relatively normally.

Zhao Boyan didn't say a word about this matter, he just looked at me and Mo Ran for a while and then at his brother Zhao Boyang, and the words written all over his face can basically be interpreted as: don't learn!Don't learn it!

Yin Shu expressed his attitude after everyone left and I was the only one left. He said a lot of dialectics about morality and love in a slow manner, then sighed, patted me on the shoulder and said: " Cousin, I support you!"

That's it, no suspense, right?Is it necessary for everyone to be so serious?Isn't it said that children's words are wuji, children's words are wuji!How come the chain is completely lost at a critical moment? !

Every time I think of this, I always want to complain.Although, Mo Ran's meaning to me now is indeed extraordinary.

……

After turning on the computer and logging into the mailbox, I froze for a moment, at a loss.

There is not even a single email in the mailbox!

How could this be? !

I don't remember deleting it at all...

I read it back and forth several times, and took a closer look!I couldn't help but gasped, goosebumps all over my body.

"what?!"

"how so?!"

I twisted my head and muttered in pain: "It's not right...it's not right..." There are fragments of memory somewhere that disrupted all my preparations...

I said silently in my heart: This must be a prank!

Today... is actually three years away from the "yesterday" in my memory!

In other words, I didn't know what happened during this year, and I even thought it was a certain day three years ago...

This sleep was indeed a long nightmare, and I was still in a nightmare even after waking up!

I sat stiffly on the sofa, with a computer on the coffee table in front of me, and the mouse was always pointing at that nightmare date. There is nothing more terrifying than this!

That's when I started noticing subtle changes that only the passage of time can bring about!

Completely blank...why, why hasn't anyone told me what's going on? !

I think back to Zhao Boyang’s anxious and suspicious eyes when I woke up this morning, and the abnormally hot temperature when I walked on the street...why didn’t I notice all of this at the beginning? ? !

I grabbed my hair irritably, and found that even my hair had grown a lot... Why didn't I notice this?

The clock in the living room was ticking, ticking, and I was staring at the passing of every second.Completely, there is no way, no inspiration, my mind is full of fragmented memories, but I have no clue why I missed three years.

……

At around 6 o'clock in the afternoon, I went out for a walk pretending to be normal, and the scenery in the park remained unchanged.I stopped a passerby and asked him what year and month it is.The man glanced at me, said a date, and quickly fled out of my sight...

I took out some items from my pocket: wallet, key chain, mobile phone and a half-pack of 'Huangguoshu' that was squeezed and deformed.I realized that the pack of cigarettes was not mine, since I never smoked very much.

When I got home, I looked through the call records and contact list. There were dozens of call records for no reason, and they all came from an unfamiliar number.

I tried to go back to the original point in my memory and dialed this number, but the result was an electronic prompt tone without emotion: "Sorry, your phone is in arrears, please continue to pay the phone bill..."

I sat blankly in the living room with only myself, not knowing how to describe this weird feeling.Unbelievable, but impossible to refute.

From then on, I really panicked and believed everything presented in front of my eyes.Including, everyone, is hiding some facts from me...

The author has something to say:

☆, Black History Trilogy: dark and lengthy

◎Note: The protagonist has a dark history, has a bland taste, and is obsessed with spiritual cleanliness. If you can't adapt, please avoid it.

◎Relatively obscure, harmless.

[We are born false and die false, we all live in the mind of a demon, there is no redemption here, let alone sincerity... When there are unsolvable puzzles, please use philosophical methods to solve them, however, The most philosophical way is to ignore it!

My curiosity is actually not very serious, it's just that my sense of smell is too sensitive and I can't stop my hard pursuit.There is no whole of the whole article, and I have never thought about it carefully. When I thought of doing this, I just did it. ]

◇Alcoholism, day 203...

I was sitting on the window sill with mourning music playing outside. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the old lady Lin from the neighbor upstairs passed away suddenly in the middle of the night. Her children are very filial, so a coffin was set up to keep the coffin for three days and three days. night.

The altar was set up by my window, my room was on the first floor, and my grandfather and the others lived in rooms on the second floor.

From the angle I was sitting at this moment, I could see one side of the coffin and the portrait inside.Mrs. Lin smiled kindly in the photo and was full of energy.The beer can in my hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and the flowing liquid "hissed" with bubbles. I wanted to bend down to pick it up, but I saw that most of it was lost anyway, so I didn't care about it.

I suddenly remembered that when my grandmother passed away a long time ago, there seemed to be no mourning hall at home, not even a portrait, and all the relics left by my grandmother were missing.I always feel that as long as those things are penniless, they must have remained so far.

Grandpa's attitude towards life and death is decisive and tough.

"After I die, I don't need a cemetery, just scatter my ashes in the sea after cremation!"

This seems to be different from those great people who look down on life and death. Grandpa often has a strong contempt for life and death.I didn't understand the meaning of these at the time, but in my opinion, life and death are definitely more important than eating.

◇Smoking, day 34...

I collapsed on the bed, the cigarette in my mouth was pinched away by Xia Jun next to me.

He looks refreshed and comfortable now, and he is smiling and doesn't know what he is thinking.I heard a commotion outside the window, it seemed like an ambulance was coming...

"Hey! I said we will play like this next time!"

Xia Jun poked me on the shoulder, his eyes were narrowed, and his face looked so annoying to me right now.So I ignored him and just focused my gaze on the ceiling.

Xia Jun has never been a person who likes to make fun of himself, so seeing that I don't like to talk, I don't want to talk nonsense.He climbed out of bed and put on his clothes, sneaking up to the door and looking outside, for fear that someone would come over.

"Not here, don't worry!" I said.

After hearing my words, he straightened up and scratched his head, as if embarrassed.I have a little bit of thought about him in my heart, but I just don't point it out.How can there be such a reason in the world when there is still an archway to be erected!I stopped looking at him and looked at the ceiling again... the ceiling was much whiter than I thought it would be.

Xia Jun left in the middle of the night, and I fell asleep for a while. The reason why I woke up was because of a voice:

"Yin Yu..."

I heard someone calling me and thought it was Xia Jun who came back again.

"Yin Yu..."

The voice yelled again, and I was upset, so I waved my hand and cursed: "Get out!"

"Hey……"

After a sigh, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and I opened my eyes. It wasn't Xia Jun who came, but the neighbor from the opposite room, Tan Yue.His face was pale, and he was floating above me in an anti-scientific weightlessness, looking down at me...

"You? What's the matter?"

There is no unnecessary panic. I have seen this kind of thing too much. I clearly know what is going on in his current state, but what is still unclear is...why is this happening?

"Are you dead?" I asked.

"I have heart disease." Tan Yue gave me the most concise answer.

"Oh." I nodded and looked at him for a while with my eyes wide open. I didn't know what to say. After all, the living people have become ghosts, so it's useless to say anything, not to mention that I don't know him well.

"I was already dying before the ambulance came." Tan Yue said to me with a sad face.Then it slowly 'floated' down and stood at the foot of the bed.

"From the moment I saw my dead body, I knew it was over. People will die sooner or later, but I never thought that I would meet death in this way..."

"You don't even know how miserable my parents and grandma were crying! Seeing them like that is really worse than death!"

"I'm not afraid of death, really. I know I won't live to go to college and have a girlfriend..."

"Why are you telling me this?" I interrupted him, and took out a cigarette from the drawer of the bedside table to light it. The smoke passed through Tan Yue's thin body, looking ethereal and lonely.

"I thought you wanted to talk to me..." Tan Yue laughed at himself and said, "After all, I am a dead person, why do you even bully a dead person?"

"I'm like this just because you're a dead person. Of course I can't say anything serious when you're alive. People are dead, so what's the point of talking? Hurry up and reincarnate!" The smoke lingered around Tan Yue , so heavy that only half of his face can be seen.I sat up and looked at him, irritated for no reason.

"...I just want to tell you that the person I want to see the most...is you." Tan Yue's voice became softer, with a strange resentment and shame in his expression.

"So... I came, and then I saw Xia Jun coming too..." He hesitated for a while, and continued: "From you... um... 'that'... I, I can see clearly... "

"What the hell are you trying to say?" I interrupted him again, though I knew it seemed rude to treat the dead like that.

"I don't want to say anything!