The habit that has been cultivated over the years does not require any alarm clocks, and every morning at half past five, Xiao Yiran will open his eyes on time. It was a late autumn morning, Xiao Yiran opened his eyes on time, and what caught his eye was not the roof of the girls' dormitory, nor the wall inside the bed, nor the bed opposite, his roommate who slept indecently - Li Li. What Xiao Yiran saw was the layout of the entire room, four beds, four tables, four chairs, four laptops, and the bodies of four girls who were still asleep in their pajamas on the four beds.

"How is it four? Who is the person in your own bed? ”

This is the first question in Xiao Yiran's heart. After taking a closer look, Xiao Yiran felt very familiar with the face of the girl lying on his bed.

"Why do you look so much like yourself?"

Turning his head to see the photo on the bedside table, Xiao Yiran no longer doubted that it was "me". But aren't I watching here? Why are you lying in bed again?

"Where am I?"

This is Siu's third question. Yes, where is Xiao Yiran? Xiao Yiran was suddenly stunned in his heart. Could it be that my soul is out of my body, otherwise how would I see myself still lying in bed? How can you see the whole dormitory?

"Ah, how am I in the air of the room?"

Xiao Yiran exclaimed in surprise, but none of the people on the bed below seemed to hear his shout, including Li Li, who was dressing.

"Lili!"

Xiao Yiran shouted at Li Li, but Li Li still didn't react. Instead, he put on his slippers under the bed and went to the bathroom. Soon, there was a sound of running water in the bathroom, and then the bathroom door opened again, and Li Li came to her bed, stretched out her hand and pushed her body on the bed. may feel that she didn't push herself awake, Li Li couldn't help but increase the force of the push, and muttered in her mouth:

"Xiao girl, when is it time, and you haven't gotten up yet? When you weren't the first to get up, what's wrong with today? Are you dreaming of spring at night? ”

"I'm here."

Xiao Yiran shouted to Li Li in the sky. Li Li didn't look up at all, but suddenly shouted bitterly.

"Xiao Yiran! Wang Ruilin, Cai Feng, you all get up and see what happened to Xiao Yiran? ”

It turned out that Li Li pushed twice and didn't push Xiao Yiran awake, but found that Xiao Yiran's shoulders were cold, and even his whole body was a little stiff.

Wang Ruilin and Cai Feng were awakened by Li Li's shouting, and they didn't know what was happening, but they saw Li Li's face pale, her lips trembling, standing in front of Xiao Yiran's bed, pointing at Xiao Yiran on the bed with her trembling right hand, but they couldn't speak.

"Lili, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Ruilin and Cai Feng both asked with concern. It seemed that it took a lot of strength, Li Licai said in a trembling voice:

"Xiao Yiran seems to be dead."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you know it's going to scare people to death?"

Wang Ruilin and Cai Feng got up from the bed and complained about Li Li dissatisfied, but from Li Li's expression, the two women seemed to feel that Li Li didn't seem to be joking with them, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. didn't care about getting dressed, and pulled slippers to Xiao Yiran's bedside, reached out and touched Xiao Yiran's body on the bed, and then tried her breathing, and the two women screamed at the same time.

Xiao Yiran, who was above the room, kept shouting:

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm not dead."

At the same time, she tried to land on the ground, but no matter how Xiao Yiran shouted and tried, the third girl had no reaction to her shouting, and she couldn't land at all, and it was even more extravagant to want to return to her body.

The mournful shouts of the three girls were heard far away in the early morning campus. When the teacher who heard the news and the school doctor arrived, they confirmed that Xiao Yiran on the bed was no longer breathing, no heartbeat, and was a real death.

Although Xiao Yiran in the sky above the dormitory kept shouting:

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm here."

But no one looked up at her. Until his parents rushed into the dormitory crying and shouting Xiao Yiran's name, Xiao Yiran shouted with all his might. Xiao Yiran wanted to fall, threw herself into the arms of her mother who had fainted from crying, and told her mother:

"Mom, Yiran is not dead, Yiran is here."

It was useless, Xiao Yiran couldn't even move a little, let alone come to the ground of the dormitory and throw himself into his mother's arms. Xiao Yiran sobbed helplessly, and cried for a while, Xiao Yiran didn't feel tears dripping on his face, and when he wanted to reach out and touch his face, he found that he had an arm, a face, and a body?

"Am I really dead? These consciousnesses are only the consciousness of one's own soul after death? ”

Seeing that everyone in the dormitory woke up her mother, helped her parents out of the dormitory, and lifted her body into the ambulance parked downstairs, Xiao Yiran felt that she could move, as if there was a rope between herself and her body, and she always kept a distance of three or four meters from her body, floating in the air.

When he arrived in the morgue of the hospital, Xiao Yiran had to accept the reality that he was dead.

Three days later, Xiao Yiran looked at his body, was moved to a funeral car, and was pulled to the funeral home in the eastern suburbs of the provincial capital, in the heart-rending cry of his mother, in the silent sobbing of his father, the staff of the funeral home, scrubbed his body and changed into the new clothes brought by his mother. After that, pushing his body to the incinerator, Xiao Yiran desperately wanted to return to his body, wanted to jump off the hateful cart at the moment before entering the incinerator, threw himself into his mother's arms, and cried.

Unwilling, really unwilling. After more than ten years of hard work, Xiao Yiran finally obtained a doctorate degree in archaeology, and at the end of the year, he could report to the provincial archaeological team and start his beloved archaeological work, but he died for no reason.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die. Dad, Mom. ”

It was useless for Xiao Yiran to cry, his body was still pushed into the incinerator little by little, and as the iron door of the incinerator slammed shut, Xiao Yiran felt that the rope between his soul and his body was gone. Xiao Yiran, who felt free, just wanted to rush to his mother, but was blown in by a breeze from the door, and he was blown outside the funeral home from the open window.

It was now about ten o'clock in the morning, and the autumn sun shone on Xiao Yiran's soul, bringing her a pinprick-like stinging pain. However, the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, and a gust of wind blew, and Xiao Yiran's soul was blown into a forest.