"There is a man who lives, and he is dead; Some people are dead, and he is still alive. ”

This is a small section of "Some People" written by the poet Zang Kejia to commemorate the thirteenth anniversary of Mr. Lu Xun's death, eulogizing the great ones who are still alive and spitting on the inferior walking dead.

However, this poem is also very suitable for Ye Han. Of course, it can't be because of greatness, stripping off the inferior piece, he is no different from a piece of "walking dead".

At the beginning of his life, he had no relatives, no friends, no job, and only one dog and one house left in his life.

Dogs are the most common big yellow dogs in the countryside, they are very old, and they are already over the age according to the human algorithm.

Its favorite thing to do is to lie at Ye Han's feet when it is warm in autumn, bask in the sun, and when the wind rises, it will be closer, I don't know if it feels cold, or if it is afraid that the owner will catch a cold.

Ye Han still remembers that day ten years ago, he carried the little milk dog that had just reached the full moon in a small basket filled with bayberry, and walked into his grandmother's room, hoping that the ignorant and ignorant grandmother could accompany the dying grandmother and relieve the loneliness of the children and grandchildren not around, but time passed, things are wrong, grandma is gone, and the dog is old.

The room is a small two-storey western-style building. When I was a child, my family was poor, and the family could only live in an old house that was more than 30 years old. The house was already dilapidated, especially the roof, and the gray tiles were full of holes formed by the decay of small wooden beams, which was usually barely supported by my father's renovation and tidying up every once in a while.

As a result, summer has become the season they are most worried about, because it is a time when there are frequent heavy rains and typhoons.

When it rains, the family should prepare some pots and pans, and put them scattered under the leaky beams.

At that time, Ye Han liked to squat next to the basin filled with water, staring intently, and when the water was full, he would happily take it out and splash it, and he could run back and forth dozens of times after a rainstorm.

If a typhoon comes, the family will have to live in fear, for fear that the old house will not be able to support it and when it will suddenly collapse. When a strong typhoon comes, the whole family has to move out, usually in the primary school at the head of the village.

During those nights, my father and mother stayed awake all night, and as soon as the day dawned, my father rushed home in a raincoat. One night, out of nowhere, there was a "boom, boom" crash, and my father rushed out of the room and ran home, not even bothering to put on shoes.

Therefore, building a sturdy small building has become the family's greatest wish. In the first year after Ye Han graduated from university and joined the work, his father resolutely demolished the old house and scraped together more than 200,000 yuan to build this small western-style building.

The small building has two floors, eight rooms, two living rooms, the inner wall is simply painted white with latex paint, and the outer wall is pasted with small tea-green tiles, marble on the first floor, and fine wood on the second floor, which continues the consistent decoration style of the countryside, simple, rustic but simple and warm.

This building embodies the hard work of Ye Han's parents all their lives.

After the house was built, the mother often cleaned it, and often chatted the glass while carefully wiping the glass, while nagging Ye Han who was lying on the bed: "Xiaohan, when you have a child, your mother will not go to work, and concentrate on taking care of your child at home." "Completely ignoring his son, he doesn't even have a girlfriend.

"If my mother sees herself like this, she will definitely be talking again." Ye Han, who was leaning on the balcony, muttered, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and waved his hand to disperse a few wisps of smoke floating into the room, what his mother hated the most was the smell of smoke.

When the smell of smoke dissipated, Ye Han turned around and entered the room, everything in the room remained the same as three years ago, unchanged at all, quietly exuding the old smell under the warm orange light.

After the accident three years ago, Ye Han quit his decent job, sold the house in the county, returned to his hometown in the countryside alone, guarded the small building alone, lived alone, and cut off all contact with the outside world.

Everything else was meaningless to him. Hungry, eating, sleepy, sleeping, dirty, bathing, cold, adding clothes, bored, playing a few games...... More often than not, he sat in the yard, caressing the old yellow dog, staring blankly at the sky, like a lifeless puppet.

Money, Ye Han is not lacking, the money from the sale of the house plus the savings from several years of work, as well as the large amount of compensation, add up to more than two million, all of which are put in Alipay by him, and the interest generated every day is also more than two hundred, for Ye Han, who lives alone in the countryside, these two hundred yuan are enough for him to live for a week.

What is lacking is hope.

The heart is locked, but the key is lost, he can't get out, others can't get in, and he is in a mess all day long, and a "walking corpse" is the best way to describe him.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face mechanically, Ye Han curled up on the bed, and in the dark room, only the screen of his mobile phone emitted a faint light.

“siri”

"I'm listening."

"How many days until September 1st?"

"Two hundred and seventy-eight days to go."

"Do people really become stars in the sky when they die?"

This is a page related to "Do people really become stars in the sky when they die?" ”

"Alive."

"Look, I found the following information."

"What do people live for?"

"Look, I found the following information."

"Huh."

"Hey, hey."

"It doesn't make sense."

"I don't seem to understand."

Ye Han laughed at himself and put down his mobile phone, and had a question and answer with Siri every day, which was also one of his few pastimes, otherwise he was worried that one day he would suddenly find that he couldn't speak.

However!

"In fact, people live in the world, in addition to family affection, there are many things that are worth trying and cherishing, I recommend a game to you, you will experience life in the game, experience the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and finally whether you can transcend the world, to the other side, it depends on your creation, I don't know if you have the courage to open it?"

This sudden voice made Ye Han's eyes stare unconsciously: he didn't ask, how could Siri ...... However, he put these questions behind him in a blink of an eye, so what does it matter? What can it matter?

"Okay, let's turn it on."

"As you wish, launch the game download. This game has a huge amount of data and takes a long time to download and install, and in the process, players can create characters first. ”

"Whatever."

"Confirm, the character template is random, and after the game is installed, the player will enter the game directly."

As the sound faded, a square pure white APP appeared on the mobile phone screen, and the pointer representing the download progress moved a little, which can be called slightly invisible.

"It's kind of mysterious." Ye Han smiled, turned off the screen indifferently, threw the phone aside, and buried himself in the quilt with a light sigh.

It's just that the originally dark mobile phone screen suddenly lit up slightly, and in the faint white light, a white pointer was faintly visible walking forward slowly and firmly.

(If you think it's good, please don't forget to collect this book)