Museum of the Dead

The bus bumped for two hours before reaching the terminal.

The boat and the car were tiring, and when Fei Yan got off the car, he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, his bones and flesh were about to separate, and his spine was sore from top to bottom.

"Hiss—" Fei Yan swayed from side to side, trying to relieve his discomfort with a set of radio gymnastics.

While baring his teeth, he felt his shoulders being held down, and then a warm current poured into every part of his body. After a while, every cell in his body was filled with comfort.

Yin Luan withdrew her hand, leaned over slightly and asked, "How is it? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Fei Yan shook his head.

Seeing that his lips were dry, Yin Luan pointed to the front and said, "There is an ice porridge shop just across the intersection, let's go in and have a seat."

Fei Yan let out a "hmm" and realized after walking for a short distance. He looked up at the man beside him: "How do you know? There is a porridge seller in front."

Yin Luan moved her lips: "..."

Fei Yan raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Don't tell me that you all have see-through eyes, so what's the use of my usual clothes?"

Yin Lu'an was silent for a moment, and hesitantly said, "Actually——"

"Actually, you've known me for a long time." Fei Yan looked at me directly without any concealment, with a firm tone.

Yin Luan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately returned to indifference. After a while, he responded softly: "Yes."

Fei Yan continued: "In the past two years, every time I walked this road, I always bumped into other people in accidents. Sometimes it was a young man suffering from depression, sometimes it was an old man who had a disease, and sometimes it was someone crossing the road who was about to be hit by a car. middle-aged men, and sometimes children who accidentally fell into the water..."

He looked at the sparkling water, "What kind of physique do you think I am? Every time I come to this road, things like this happen... I have the right to think that I have Conan's physique, but unfortunately, after saving After that, those people suddenly disappeared without a trace, and I can’t remember anything—their faces.”

Fei Yan turned around and looked at the people behind him, his normally friendly eyes turned aggressive, "Until later——I saw a whirlpool. I suddenly remembered that once I was saving a man with a suicide note to prepare When the woman lying on the rails came, the train happened to come."

"The speed of the car was so fast that it was too late to dodge. Just when I thought I was crushed by the wheels with this woman, I suddenly saw that vortex."

"It's exactly the same as the thing that appeared when you waved your hand in the air."

"After the vortex appeared, I survived. It was a miracle. During that time, I thought I had hit a ghost."

"So, those people—the different people who are going to commit suicide, are you all the ones?"

Yin Lu'an remained silent the whole time, with a similar expression as usual, indifferent and alienated.But Fei Yan could clearly feel his nervousness and uneasiness, as if——a prank kid got stabbed in the heart.

Yin Lu An's head was drooping, her thin lips were tightly pressed, her breath finally circulated after the air stagnated for a long time, "Fei Yan, actually I..."

His voice was hoarse, but very magnetic, and his voice was ethereal, as if it came from a distant planet in outer space, or from ancient times.

At the same time, the voice was extremely distant, with imperceptible grievances and uneasiness, which made Fei Yan feel pity.

Is the grievance and anxiety in it caused by yourself?

So... the ghost messenger is really cunning.

Fei Yan sighed silently, took two steps forward, and hugged the frustrated man in front of him loosely.

At the moment of hugging, Fei Yan could clearly feel that the body of the person in his arms froze.

Fei Yan patted him on the shoulder lightly, and comforted him softly, "I don't blame you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Fei Yan felt that the mood of the person in his arms was much more stable, and the bracelet began to heat up.

Fei Yan laughed silently. Are you... shy?

He continued to speak out what he had been holding back for a long time: "Actually, I was very depressed during that time. I just graduated from school with mediocre grades and couldn't find a suitable job. There is no one in the whole city worthy of my nostalgia. I think My whole life sucks - you may think I'm sick, because compared to some homeless and war-torn people, my problem is nothing. It’s just spiritual sustenance and life value.”

"I also convince myself every day that I just need to live in this world. But the problem is obviously not like this. I feel that I am about to rot and evaporate, in this city."

"During that time, I suffered from mild depression and once thought about suicide. It may not be obvious on the surface, but this is the case with depression patients. After talking and laughing on the surface, they will jump off the building in a blink of an eye."

When Yin Luan heard the word "suicide", she hugged the person in her arms tightly.

Fei Yan was stunned, then smiled, leaning his head on his shoulder: "It's all right. Didn't you come later?"

"I?"

"Well. The more depressed people are, the less they can stay at home. I basically come to the orphanage every week, bring some snacks to the children, and visit the dean. But every time I pass this road, I can meet Weird suicides, after saving them, I feel my depression is gone."

Yin Lu An hugged the slender young man in his arms, and he was suddenly glad that he had been brazenly stalking him for the past two years.

"That's right." Fei Yan let go of him, "But I want to figure out a problem."

"Yeah." Yin Lu'an's voice reveals joy, he still remembers himself, even if he has blurred part of his memory.

"Why?" Fei Yan's voice was like a stream of oasis, gurgling into the curator's ears, "Why did you do that?"

Yin Luan suddenly covered his shoulders and met his doubtful and clear eyes.

because I like you.

But Mr. Mensao, the curator, will he express a few words that two people who have known each other casually for three days can say?

Obviously not.

Not only can't, but also pretend to be calm and breezy, which has nothing to do with Fengyue.

Yin Luan said expressionlessly, "Because I had a premonition that you would commit suicide, so I wanted to save a life."

The words are simply touching and touching, making those who hear it cry and those who see it sad.It not only sublimated the reason to the true meaning of life, but also showed off its new skills invisibly.

Fei Yan also had no expression on his face. He said "um" and turned his head away, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Liar... I saw through it.

……

The orphanage is located at the end of the road. Because of the shade, the dilapidated walls are covered with moss and creepers, and the iron railing of the gate has also lost a layer of paint, which looks old.

"That's where I grew up." Fei Yan was looking for something on a tree at the door, "I remember this tree—"

"Found it!" Fei Yan looked at the scratches on the tree in surprise, "This is my five-year-old height, I'm short. Back then I was like a radish head. I was malnourished. I thought I couldn't support me, but I survived, and I was over 1.8 meters."

Yin Luan looked at the slender but thin young man in front of him.Fei Yan was wearing a white T-shirt and black slacks today. The top was too big, and he couldn't see anything when he stood upright, but when he bent over to look for the scratches on the tree just now, his waistline was exposed. .

That waist——is thinner than Yin Luan imagined.

It seems to be a little malnourished...Yin Lu'an reminisces about the hug just now, do you want to make him fatter?

He didn't know these thoughts at all, and he was completely immersed in the memories of his childhood, that lonely and quiet time, neither happiness nor misfortune.

"Do you want to go in and have a look?" Yin Luan suggested.

Fei Yan stared at the door, momentarily in a daze.

Haven't been here for three months!

Now, in what capacity do you come to see me?Humanity?dead?Or... half-dead?

Just when he was hesitating, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"Xiaoya?"

The girl in the black dress turned her head—it was a delicate and harmless face.

Yin Lu'an felt a great threat, this woman...is that the one she saw at the bus station before?

"Brother Fei Yan?"

The young girl who was full of loneliness just now opened her eyebrows, her eyes burst out with a radiance of admiration, and her voice was also full of surprise.

An old friend whom he hadn't seen in seven or eight years, Fei Yan was equally pleasantly surprised. After registering at the gate, he brought Yin Lu into the orphanage.

Fei Yan pulled Yin Luan and found that the man's mood didn't seem to be high.

Xiao Ya also noticed the man with long hair, because she was too imposing, she looked away after a few seconds.

Fei Yan was surprised and did not forget to introduce the other party: "This is Yin Luan, my friend."

Xiao Ya is also a cheerful person, her voice is crisp and clear, "Overcast? Overcast in a cloudy day?"

"Yeah." Fei Yan replied.

Xiao Ya: "This surname is quite uncommon."

Fei Yan let out a "hmm", thinking that the surnames of ghosts are not common, and the surnames of Tian Ling and Hu Po are also rare among human beings.

"This is Xiao Ya, who grew up together in the orphanage when she was young." Fei Yan introduced.

The young girl blushed slightly and nodded quietly.

Fei Yan heard the noise inside and asked her, "What's going on today? I just saw a lot of cars parked outside. What day is it?"

Xiao Ya paused for a while, looking at Fei Yan's white clothes, she was a little surprised: "Aren't you... come to attend the funeral of the principal?"

Fei Yan was stunned, the dean...has she passed away?

Looking at Fei Yan's expression, Xiao Ya obviously understood that the other party didn't know about it, "Actually, I was surprised that I didn't see you today."

"After all, the dean loved you the most during his lifetime..."

Fei Yan couldn't listen to the rest of the words at all, there was only a buzzing sound of the machine running in his head, and his ears seemed to be blocked by cotton.

He would contact the dean almost every month, and in his heart, she was the only relative in his life.Although somewhat indifferent than true family affection, she is also her only spiritual support in this city.

Fei Yan felt that he was going to collapse.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Ya sighed, "It's inside, since you're here, let's go in and see her off. After all, I haven't even seen her for the last time."

Fei Yan silently followed behind, and Yin Luan walked beside him, watching his faltering footsteps, for fear that he would fall off.

When he entered the room, he saw a huge wreath with bright colors, and a black and white posthumous photo underneath. Fei Yan had seen that photo before, and it was the same as the photo on the dean's driver's license.

There were quite a lot of people in the room, most of them were dressed in black, sitting quietly at the table.The dean had a lot of friends during his lifetime, most of whom got along with each other attentively, and had very few wine and meat friends.

Fei Yan couldn't believe how the dean, who was healthy a month ago, passed away suddenly.

"I heard that it's because of longing." Xiaoya lit a stick of incense and bowed to the portrait. "Before she passed away, she was holding on to her daughter's photo."

"Shanshan?" Fei Yan shifted his gaze from the portrait to Xiaoya's face, "What's wrong with her?"

Jiang Shanshan is the only daughter of the dean. The dean divorced very early, and she was brought up alone.

"Didn't she go to Tibet a few months ago?" Xiao Ya squatted down and put a bunch of flowers in front of the portrait, Fei Yan looked at it, it was a small white chrysanthemum.

"Lost contact a month ago."

The author has something to say: the third undead~~~undead~~~~

Why are the little angels in my article so cold~~~

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Please don't get fat! ! !heartache