After the death of Yau Zishi's father, his business with two friends also failed at about the same time. The store was transferred, and You Zishi stayed at home, dormant for the winter, waiting for a turnaround.

You Zishi desperately wants to cheer up early.

Because the death of his father touched Youzishi too much, some of Youzishi's past thoughts gradually changed quietly. You Zishi felt that she would never be able to compromise this time.

Life is back to being dull.

Another year.

One day, You Zishi happily ran to her mother and asked to buy a ticket to take her to the movies.

Mother asked, how much is it?

You Zi Shi answered, the original price is more than 100, buy tickets online, the cheapest 41.

My mother thought it was too expensive, so she was reluctant to say that it was better to watch TV at home. So You Zishi bought a smart TV for her mother. And this time, I only took my nephew to the movie with my own children.

After returning home, my nephew told my grandmother that watching a movie in the cinema was very enjoyable.

At night.

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On this day, the weather was terrible, like a black pot lid buckled on the top of the head, which made people feel depressed for no reason. Can't tell if it's day or night.

You Zishi went to the old house to visit her mother alone.

Facing each other are two rows of bungalows facing each other, with a cart-wide open space in between. At this time, the atmosphere is quite strange, every door is closed, there is no one in sight, all the neighbors are nested in the house, but from the cracks in the doors and windows come out of pieces of laughter.

They laughed so loudly.

These laughter inexplicably made Youzishi feel gloomy and worried.

Only the hidden door of his own house did not come from laughter.

You Zishi walked to the door of his house and shouted Mom, Mom, but no one came to open the door for a long time. You Zishi had no choice but to take out the key and stuff it into the lock hole to open the door, but found that the key was right, but the door couldn't be opened.

Youzishi was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. At this time, the mother returned.

The mother's face was full of smiles, just like the most beautiful appearance in Youzishi's childhood memory.

The mother came over and leaned on the door panel to open the door in the dim light, and at the same time said to You Zishi in an excited tone, can you still buy tickets on your mobile phone? I want to watch that movie......

You Zishi smiled, Mom, didn't you say that it is better to sit at home for a while for a while, buy something to eat, or watch TV, why are you willing to do it now......

Mom smiled, didn't you say that the movie theater is more enjoyable......

You Zishi said happily, Mom, that's right, some enjoyment, can't be measured by the number of money, okay, I'll buy a ticket, what time do you want to see it...... Hey, why hasn't the door opened yet, you get out of the way, or I'll open it......

Mom didn't get out of the way.

You Zishi took out her mobile phone, opened the software, and excitedly asked her mother which movie and the number of screenings she bought, but found that her mother had not made a sound for a while.

It's eerily quiet.

You Zishi looked up and saw that her mother was lying on the door panel, motionless, as if she was asleep, without moving.

You Zishi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she leaned over to take a closer look at her mother, only to find that her mother was no longer breathing. You Zishi immediately thundered like five thunders, screaming loudly to his mother, and at the same time stretched out his hands to support his mother.

The mother, who was originally flesh and blood, has become like a tissue paper at the moment.

You Zishi's eyes widened, and under the dim background of the pot, the mother in her eyes just now was just a portrait posted on the door panel. It's lifelike, but it's lifeless.

You Zishi woke up from a nightmare with an unwilling cry of "I don't believe it, I don't believe it...... and was sad in the room where the sky was about to be bright.

This is the second dream.

Youzishi pondered, maybe it was just because the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming. The moon cake advertisements on the computer are full of screens, and there are some mobile phone promotional text messages, which are still a month away, and they have been bombarded indiscriminately.

The Mid-Autumn Festival means reunion.

The family doesn't like to eat moon cakes very much, and in the past Mid-Autumn Festival, all the fathers went to buy moon cakes. It is a form, and sometimes in the eyes of the Chinese, the form is greater than the meaning.

It's like having a reunion dinner for the New Year, in the eyes of young people, it is not interesting, but in the eyes of the older generation, it is enough to move to tears and is worth cherishing.

In the past, the wandering poems did not understand the meaning that these forms brought to their parents. Now, he understands!

However, his father has already left, and his mother is alone.

Perhaps, as the wife said, the mother is old, even if she has some bad things, but it is better for her, don't let yourself regret losing it in the future.

Perhaps, such a dream is to warn yourself not to be impetuous, cherish the people in front of you, perhaps, this is also the father's wishes. Stop feeling sad for him, stop feeling guilty for him, live for the future.

Life goes on.

You Zishi hasn't slept a good night's sleep for many days.

Throughout August, in this scorching summer vacation, Youzishi had the same dream day and night. As soon as you fall asleep, that dream crawls out like a bug, and it's long, long.

The wandering poem tries to use words to record the insects that tickle him in his dreams.

Youzi began to write poems and write novels. On the Internet, there is a more down-to-earth verb called codeword.

Codeword, very imaged. is like a bricklayer, who can endure hardships and endure the loneliness of every brick and a half, and then there will be high-rise buildings. In other words, it is only after enduring a moment that you can achieve extraordinary achievements in the future.

He recorded the bug-like dream. That long dream looks like this:

For some reason, he took a fantastic trip, a day trip to heaven and hell.

The first place to come is heaven.

The setting of the dream paradise is magnificent, like one big house after another. The four walls of the house are written with the word "love" written in large letters.

Countless people live in such large houses. The rules in this big house are very simple, every day, go out to earn money through your own efforts, and then you can use the money you earn in exchange for spoons, eat fragrant and drink spicy food.

At the end of each day, the next day resets, and so on.

Heaven's commission is relatively high, and the money earned by a family every day can be exchanged for an equal number of spoons and a large amount of delicious food according to the size of the family.

The spoon is the only cutlery in heaven. The best delicacy in heaven is the unflavored soup.

The spoon is very offbeat and has the length of a rice handle. Every day, when it was time to eat, the family in heaven would sit around a long table according to the rules of order between the young and the old, and the head of the family would sit in the middle of the house.

Once seated, each person scoops the soup with a spoon and feeds each other. Only then will everyone be able to eat and not starve.

In the process, everyone's face is filled with happiness.

The people of heaven have perfectly solved the trials that God has set for them, and after they have eaten and drunk enough, they will have time and money for other pleasures, and they will live happily.

Next, Youzishi visited Hell.

Hell is like a house. The four walls of the house are still written with big love letters, even more shocking than those in heaven.

It's just that the house of hell is particularly dilapidated. The rules are as simple as heaven, every day, earn money through your own efforts, and then you can use the money you earn in exchange for spoons, eat and drink spicy food.

At the end of each day, the next day resets, and so on.

The only delicacy in hell is the five-flavor soup.

The conditions in hell are very poor, so even if they do hard labor, the pay is very limited, and the family can only earn enough to buy a spoon every day.

The spoon and heaven are the same.

The hellish house is relatively tight, and there are no tables and chairs, so every day when it comes to eating, everyone just huddles together and starts to line up.

Heaven has heaven's ranking, hell has hell's ranking, and everything has corresponding unspoken rules that are invisibly restricted.

Each family only has enough space for a spoon to spin around. So, the way hell is ranked is that one person rides on the head of another.

The family first reluctantly elected the head of the family, and then, according to the degree of intimacy, the rest of the people jumped on his body one by one, rode on his head, and so on until the ranking was completed.

Then the head of the family struggled to pick up the long spoon and scoop up the five-flavor soup, but found that it could not be delivered to anyone's mouth.

The people of hell couldn't wrap their stomachs, so they began to quarrel, so they re-ranked again and again, and complained again and again about a pot of five-flavor soup that could not be eaten.

Eventually, they found a way to get their hands on the soup, and after they had finished riding in the ranks, the person at the bottom scooped up the five-flavor soup, and then carefully and little by little moved the handle of the spoon to the end close to the food, and drank it by themselves. After drinking, re-rank. And so on and so forth.

These are the days of hell.

It's hard to wrap your belly, let alone have the time and energy to have fun!

The wandering poem asks the guide: Where will the people of heaven and hell go in the future?

The guide answers: Reincarnation or reincarnation as a human being. Let's go, I'll take you to the Reincarnation Division to see and understand.

In the blink of an eye, Judge Cui and Meng Po and others appeared in front of You Zishi. On the side of the eerie three-story bridge, countless souls and imps float here, coming and going.

Travel back and forth to the Three Realms, and reincarnate in the Six Realms.

With a mysterious smile on her face, at her request, Youzi Shi tasted the bowl of soup she was holding in her hand, and the taste was similar to the tasteless soup in heaven and the five-flavor soup in hell.

It's just that the situation is different, and the taste is slightly different, somewhere in between. A weird but indescribable taste.