Messenger of Yin and Yang

"Wake up, wake up, why are you sleeping here?"

Half dreaming and half awake, he saw a white figure. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and grabbed her. The white figure frowned and looked at him strangely, "Are you alright?"

It turned out to be the nurse in charge of the grandma's ward. His eyes darkened a bit, and suddenly he remembered something. He hurriedly got up and looked around. Nothing had changed, and there was no trace of things in his memory.

He hurriedly asked, "Where's my brother?"

"What brother?"

"That is, the boy who has been following me all the time, he is my younger brother, you have played together, you even gave him chocolate, and said he is very good, my younger brother..."

"Since your grandma was hospitalized, you have been the only one. I haven't seen anyone else." The nurse looked him up and down strangely.

Zhang Dezhi lowered his hands in a slump, shook his head and stepped back, "Impossible, Xiaofan, how could he not remember Xiaofan, how could it be..."

"Are you OK?"

Zhang Dezhi was still immersed in his memory, shaking his head desperately and saying it was impossible.

"I came to you to tell you that your grandma's condition has deteriorated, and she is now in the emergency room. You..."

"What?" Zhang Dezhi raised his head suddenly.

The nurse repeated again: "Your grandma is in the emergency room now, go and see it!"

Zhang Dezhi let go of the nurse and ran into the hospital.

The nurse stood alone for a while, frowning, "Too much pressure?"

As soon as he ran in, he met the doctor who had just come out of the operating room. Before he could get over his anger, the doctor shook his head at him and said, "Sorry!"

He froze on the spot, and slowly rolled out a hospital bed in the operating room, covered with a white cloth, if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see the outline of a human figure.

He grabbed the railing of the hospital bed until his hands were numb, and then he stretched out his hand to pull the white cloth, but when he stretched halfway, he took it back, and the medical staff helped him lift the white cloth thoughtfully, grandma A thin face appeared in front of his eyes, he only took one look, then moved away, sighed while clutching the railing of the hospital bed, and saw a dry hand, he slowly grasped it, "My grandma has Do you have anything to say?"

"……No."

Zhang Dezhi held his grandma's hand, but he didn't shed a single tear. He didn't dare to look at his grandma's face again. He was actually mostly blank at the moment, but his body seemed to be a little soft, and he worked hard not to fall down.

The neighbors in the community who were close friends with grandma all came to see her off for the last time. An old man patted him on the shoulder and sighed, "Oh, Xiao Zhi, it's not easy for you to do so many things by yourself. If you need help, just ask."

Zhang Dezhi turned his head, "Grandpa Zhang, do you still remember Xiaofan?"

"Xiaofan? Which family's child?"

Zhang Dezhi shook his head, "It's all right."

Grandpa Zhang patted him and left.

He didn't seem to have too much emotion about his grandma's death, cremation, burial, he was just silent, silent...

He even had some doubts, was he too numb?Otherwise, why didn't even a drop of tears stay? !

After he finished burying his grandma, he went back downstairs. The corridor lights were warm and yellow. When he climbed the stairs alone, he suddenly realized that his grandma was gone, Xiaofan was gone, and no one remembered him.

Suddenly more and more water dripped from his face and wet his clothes on his chest.

At that moment, it was as if he was stung by a scorpion, or his feet were entangled by a giant python, as if someone had inserted countless thorns into his heart, pinched his trachea, and seemed to be beaten hard in the back of the head With a sap, he froze in place, unable to move.

The matter between grandma and Xiaofan appeared like a movie rewinding, "Brother, are you back?"

"Are you tired from work today? What do you want to eat? Grandma will make it for you?"

"elder brother……"

"Small blog……"

"Brother, I want to hug you to sleep..."

"Xiao Zhi, take good care of my brother..."

He collapsed along the wall of the stairs. He always thought that heartbreak was an exaggerated adjective, but unexpectedly it was a verb!

I don't know how long it took before he returned home. The house was pitch dark, and no one would leave a light for him anymore. He reached out and turned on the light. All the furnishings in the house made him familiar and warm, as if nothing had happened yet. Grandma and Xiaofan are both there, the slippers on the shoe rack, and Xiaofan’s slippers are always reversed, and he has to help to straighten them every time, the vegetables and cakes in the refrigerator have not had time to eat, the bathroom Toothbrushes, shower gel, clothes in the closet, and sweaters knitted by grandma...

He was in a daze, sleeping with his clothes on, falling asleep in chaos, with tears streaming down his face...

"Brother, brother, don't sleep!" Zhang Dezhi heard a bright and high-pitched voice in his sleep.

"Xiaofan, hurry up and go out to eat with brother." Another familiar and warm voice sounded immediately, but Zhang Dezhi felt that it was a little unreal.

"Brother, get up and go eat!"

He was shaken awake vigorously, staring at the person riding on him, after a moment of daze, he called out uncertainly: "Xiaofan?"

Xiao Fan smiled brightly, "Brother, you are awake, get up and eat soon."

Xiaofan pulled him up by his arm, and pulled him all the way to the dining table. He saw the crooked figure in the kitchen that warmed his whole life, and he called out in a daze: "Grandma?"

Grandma stretched out her head and smiled at him, "Sit down first, it will be fine soon."

Xiaofan bounced to the kitchen, snuggled up beside his grandma, and said sweetly, "Is grandma alright, I'm hungry."

Grandma smiled kindly, "Okay, okay, we Xiaofan are hungry, we can eat right away."

Zhang Dezhi stared closely at the two figures in the kitchen, not even daring to blink, he stretched out his hand and pinched his arm, it hurts, it hurts, this is not a dream, this is not a dream, this is true, it is true of……

After a while, grandma and Xiaofan brought out a steaming breakfast from the kitchen. The lingering fog made him unable to see the specific food, so he quickly looked at grandma and Xiaofan and called out, "Grandma, Xiaofan... ..."

"What's wrong?" Grandma looked at him lovingly.

"What's wrong, brother?" Xiao Fan also looked at him with wide eyes.

His eyes were full of tears, but he smiled, "It's okay, I had a dream."

Xiao Fan hurried over and patted his back, "Is my brother having a nightmare, Xiao Fan touch it, don't be afraid."

Grandma laughed heartily, "Brother still needs to be coaxed in his dreams, isn't he, Xiaofan?"

Zhang Dezhi smiled and grabbed Xiaofan's hand, warmly, "Okay, bro, let's eat!"

"Okay, eat, eat..."

He looked at the plate in front of him, which contained a piece of scarlet flesh, but the shape was familiar, "This, this is..."

"Brother, this is my heart!"

"Xiaozhi, eat more tonic."

He looked up in horror, Xiaofan in front of him was covered in blood, with two blood holes on his face facing him, his grandma was livid, lifeless and smiling, staring at him dully, and said stiffly: "Eat quickly!" Ah! Xiaozhi..."

"Ha, ha, ha..." He woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, it was a dream...