Wang Yifan, a Chinese native in the 21st century. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I graduated from college, I turned down an invitation from my mentor's studio and returned to my parents to work at my family's fast food restaurant.

At first, my parents were reluctant to read the books for all these years, but in the end they still ate their old jobs, and this book was not in vain. insisted on urging Wang Yifan to go out and find a job, to find a job that matched his major.

Looking at his bitter parents, Wang Yifan wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything. I can only muttered in my heart, this kind of job is not nothing, but I studied advertising major, and if I want to find a job, I can get the city no matter what, no matter how bad it is, it has to be in the town. In this rural place, how can there be an advertising company, it is difficult to open one, and the cost is two words.

There is no way, I can only let my parents see how difficult it is, so that they can persuade them to stay in the store.

Subsequently, Wang Yifan found some advertising companies, submitted his resume online, and then interviewed several companies with news. Everything was expected, either the salary was too low, the internship was too long, or the distance was too far and you needed to rent another apartment. All in all, there really isn't a suitable unit.

In fact, this low salary and long internship period are basically normal phenomena of advertising companies, but in Wang Yifan's relays to his parents, it naturally becomes uneasy and sounds much more unreliable.

Father Wang, who went out to wander for many years when he was young, is a father who is knowledgeable, decisive, and can keep up with the times. I can hear Wang Yifan's true thoughts, and I can also hear that the food in this advertising industry is really not delicious. Thinking about it, working for others is a part-time job, working for yourself, and it is also a part-time job, and when you are old, you can't do it anymore, so let your son take over his own small shop, although he can't make a lot of money, it can always be regarded as a job.

So, this Wang Yifan officially entered his own fast food restaurant and became a buddy, cutting vegetables, washing dishes, delivering food, and helping his parents. For Wang Yifan, who grew up in a fast food restaurant since he was a child, these things are naturally familiar and proficient.

Day after day, the regularity of work and rest time often makes time slip away more silently. In the blink of an eye, Wang Yifan has been in the store for two years, and now it is December 16, and after this year, it will be 25, although he has long been accustomed to ignoring the countdown in his mind, but the bright countdown of 75 days is still tied to Wang Yifan's fragile nerves. Seventy-five days later, it was Wang Yifan's 25th birthday. In this regard, Wang Yifan expressed helplessness, it would be good if he was born ten months late.

It was one day in his junior year, Wang Yifan, as always, dragged his tired body back to the dormitory from the dance room. As soon as he entered the club, Wang Yifan, who was forced to go to class, spent the rest of his time in the dance room. More than once, he cursed the squad leader, why he signed up for himself, hated himself, and was reluctant to leave the bewitching figures in the dance room. Pain and happiness, isn't it talking about yourself at the moment?

opened the door, threw the coat in his hand on the desk, hurriedly entered the bathroom to take a shower, changed into underwear, and fell directly on his bed.

The nerves that had just been soothed, it was difficult to resist the fatigue of the body, and soon, Wang Yifan fell into a deep sleep.

In just half an hour, I entered the final REM period, that is, the dream period.

(The sleep cycle is the sleep period, light sleep period, deep sleep period, deep sleep period, and rapid eye movement stage, also known as the dream period.) ）

The eyelids, which had been tightly closed, moved without warning, like a drop of water dripping above the calm water.

Suddenly ignited the fuse of Wang Yifan's struggle.

This is the first time Wang Yifan has encountered a ghost press.

Although, it has long been known that this is just a manifestation of sleep disorders. But the sudden situation still made Wang Yifan blow up his scalp all of a sudden.

The whole body is bound! Completely unable to move, he could only rely on desperate gasping and rolling his eyes. I tried every possible way to fight against the evil forces in my body, but I couldn't open my eyes or open my mouth.

After exhausting all the strength of his body, his eyelids seemed to be glued together, and he could only feel the darkness and the terrifying gasps in his ears.

The deeper the fear deepened, the heavier the breath became.

When he couldn't bear it anymore, he completely threw away the idea of resisting alone in his heart, and wanted to open his mouth and shout loudly, but he found that his mouth had long been out of his control.

All that can be done is to wait for a long time, waiting for what the nightmare behind the unknown fear is.

Waiting, waiting, the imaginary nightmare, did not appear, and the fear in my heart began to slowly retreat.

Gradually, the gasps in my ears calmed down.

Wang Yifan suddenly discovered!

How can the wheezing in my ears be exactly the same as the rate of my own breathing?!

It turns out that the gasp in my ears is my own breathing, and my current situation is not an obvious ghost pressing the bed, in the final analysis, it is a few hours before going to bed, and I am too tired.

Thinking of this, Wang Yifan's closed eyes opened, looked at the black bed board more than a meter away in front of him, and let out a long breath. He muttered to himself, "Whew~ I'm back again." He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and wiped the side of his shorts. Rolled over and went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Wang Yifan slowly opened his eyes, felt the ghost press bed that was still unfinished, and thought: "Tut, the legendary ghost press bed, I actually got rid of it so witty." Later, I will give good guidance to my good friends on how to get out of the predicament of the ghost press bed correctly. ”

With a grin at the corner of his mouth, Wang Yifan sat up satisfied. looked out the window and couldn't help smacking his lips, "Today's sun is still so scorching." ”

As he spoke, he subconsciously closed his eyes, wanting to avoid the hot sunlight a little.

"The countdown to the crossing is 1,230 days." Jump into your mind!

Wang Yifan opened his eyes in an instant, and he was still there! Close your eyes again, it's still there! Open your eyes again, it's still there!

Why, what is this, haven't I woken up yet?

"What is this in my head, am I awake or not. I can't be a ghost pressing the bed to press out the illusion, right? ”

Thinking to himself, Wang Yifan turned his head and went to sleep again. At this time, there were three knocks outside the door, "Tuk Tuk Tuk~"

"Wang Yifan, why did you turn off your mobile phone, the children of your dance team asked me, when are you going, didn't you say that there was a meeting at noon?"

It was Wang Yifan's squad leader who spoke.

Wang Yifan has always had a good relationship with the class president, he was the secretary of the student union in his freshman year, and in his junior year, one was the president of the student union, the other was the minister of the art department of the student union, and the captain and leader of the dance team of the art department.

We have been working together for three years, and we are in the same class, and the dormitory is still next door. Moreover, in the art department, where the ratio of men and women is seriously imbalanced, all male compatriots should join hands to build a better life.

Therefore, even though it was his squad leader who pushed Wang Yifan into the sea of suffering, he did not complain at all. In the words of the squad leader, this is a beautiful difference, but don't be in the blessing and don't know the blessing.

Wang Yifan said as he began to rummage through his mobile phone, "Well, yes, it's noon, what time is it?" ”

"Uh... I'll see, oh, it's alright, it's only half past eleven. ”

When Wang Yifan heard this, everyone was in good spirits, and the movements in his hands also accelerated a lot. Without looking back, he said, "Damn, Brother Monkey, you tease me, it's half past eleven, you say it's okay." ”

"Haha, it's okay, I told them, you have something, half an hour late. I'm going to eat first. ”

"Whew, okay, okay, Brother Monkey go, three grams of oil."

This is the relationship between Wang Yifan and Brother Monkey, a word is like a code, and the door doesn't need to be opened.

Xin praised Brother Monkey's wit, and then found the dead phone in his thin coat. Plug in the phone, turn on the mobile phone, and announce the task of the meeting.

In the end, Wang Yifan reluctantly accepted the extra countdown in his mind, because this is not a dream, everything is true......

For a long time, Wang Yifan had a question in his mind at the same time.

Will this countdown be a fork in the road in my life?

After calculating the countdown time, it is the day of his 25th birthday, will he really cross over, or will this countdown disappear on that day.

After thinking and meditating, Wang Yifan began to look forward to the next ghost press, maybe, again, this countdown will naturally disappear.

If things go as planned, I'm afraid there won't be any troubles in this world.

Before graduation, except for a little bit of bed lying before, there was no ghost pressing the bed, but after graduation, there was an all-night movie, and when I went home in the afternoon to catch up on sleep, it appeared again. Still, the countdown remains.

Over time, Wang Yifan learned to ignore this countdown and live as usual, anyway, this countdown has no effect on him for the time being.

That's the way it is

spent more than three years quietly, and in the end, I still had to face this countdown, but fortunately, this countdown was not as bloody as in horror movies, and there was no eerie feeling.

On the contrary, it was coated with a faint layer of fluorescence at first, and now, as time gets closer, the fluorescence on the outside is more polished and dazzling.

It's like sunshine, which makes people feel warm, close and unrepulsive.

For more than three years, Wang Yifan was mentally prepared. The only one who can't let go is his own loved ones, and when he thinks that he may leave his parents and never come back, the reluctance in his heart is always like a flood that bursts the embankment, surging into the corner of his eye. Although I have been staying with my parents for the past three years, I often inadvertently watch the busy backs of my parents, but where is this enough.

Wang Yifan's fists were clenched and tightened, he didn't have the courage to tell his parents, he didn't tell anyone. Although, no one may believe it.

It's enough for one person to worry about what happened to him, there is no need to drag his parents together, older people, when they are worried, they are especially prone to gray hair... As a son, he always hopes that his parents will live a long life.

75 days....fleeting.....