My sister's wedding day almost became my memorial day.

My sister and I are four years apart, and she had just graduated from college when I first entered college. Later, I only heard on and off that she had a boyfriend, but it often ended up in vain. In the summer of my junior year, my sister told me that she seemed to have found someone to marry, and showed me a picture of him, a thin and fair-skinned boy, which was my only impression of him. He came to my house and both of us to meet my parents after I started school, and every week on the phone, my mother would talk to me about the two of them for half an hour, and halfway through the semester, what he said became that they got married during the winter vacation.

The wedding, which everyone in the family agreed to, was basically finalized without me knowing anything. I went back very late during this year's winter vacation, because of the defense and some trivial things, the birth was postponed until the end of the year, I arrived home, I saw my sister's marriage partner, the thin and fair impression corresponds to this person, his expression is faint, I don't know why, I always have a faint sense of awkwardness in my heart.

The wedding is scheduled for the eighth day of the first lunar month, they say that it is a rare good day, I looked at the calendar, it is suitable for marriage, sacrifice, prayer, and heirship, it is really a good day. That day, I watched my sister put on her big red wedding dress, and I sat next to her, and waited for her groom, and he came, and he smiled and said to me, "Thank you—"

"Sacrifice? Sacrifice? What do you mean. ”

"That's what I mean."

"Slaughtered for the sacrificial rite—"

"You."

His lips and teeth were white and transparent, but he smiled presumptuously, like a hideous scarecrow standing in the wasteland. I turned my head to look at my sister next to me, and she just looked at him and smiled sweetly, and I even thought it was my hallucination.

"Knock knock."

I was woken up by knocks and frolicking, and the bridesmaids were all rushing around the door, blocking the door to ask the groom to give me red envelopes.

"Sister, did he just come in?" I asked, pointing to the door.

"No, they've just arrived."

After frolicking by the door for a while, the groom was let in, after he came in, he first looked at his sister, laughing harmlessly, my sister bowed her head shyly, and his eyes quickly swept over me, I suddenly felt that the temperature around me had dropped a little, his expression seemed to be smiling strangely, but the other people had a calm face without the slightest difference.

The wedding ceremony was about to begin, and I was squeezed behind the crowd, my eyes following them, and the complicated etiquette was underway. My friends of the same age are not married, and because I have been going to school all these years, I have attended very few weddings, and I don't know much about the etiquette, until I heard the aunts next to me chatting, "How come these etiquettes are more than our usual ones, I don't seem to have seen them." "I heard that this groom is out of town, and this should be a combination of etiquette on both sides. But that's okay, we're not going to pay much attention to that right now. ”

Strange etiquette, my sacrifice, I feel that he is looking at me again, the smile is stronger, but the eyes are only the back, the newlyweds are wearing wedding clothes, the big red happy words are pasted all over the window, the sun shines through the clouds, impartial, sprinkled on me, obviously warm, but I am like falling into an ice cave.

These rituals should be my sacrifice for some purpose for him, and I suddenly remembered, why did I miss him again and again, and didn't see him until the wedding was approaching, what was he covering, what was he planning? My mind was full of doubts, and I wasn't sure if the dream was real, but the only thing I knew for sure was that if it was, what awaited me would be death.

There is an old Chinese saying that it is better to believe what you have than what you don't have.

And I don't have the right to lose, I can't lose.

In such a winter, I was covered in a cold sweat behind my back.

I decided to go to the entrance of the village to find Grandma Li, I heard that she was a goddess when she was young, and I only found out when I was a child when I slept with my grandmother and listened to her chant Grandma Li in her dreams.

I was running down the road in my dress and heels, and the couple was getting married, and I, the one who was going to sacrifice, dressed up to bless them and die for them.

I slammed the door hard, not daring to think about how far the ritual had got, hoping that I had thought too much, but only prayed that the ritual would be longer and that time would pass more slowly, lest I would become a corpse before I could do anything.

No one answered, I kicked the wooden door directly, the courtyard of Grandma Li's house is a very old kind of dwelling, two into the courtyard, a little dilapidated, the front yard weeds are microgrown, not arrogant, flooded with the unique yellow and dead air in winter, the paper on the lattice wooden windows on both sides is broken a lot, the room is pitch black, it should be a pile of sundries and no one has lived. I directly bypassed the shadow wall in the middle and rushed into the inner courtyard, ran to the main room, lifted the cotton bamboo curtain, buckled the door, and called tentatively, "Grandma Li? No one answered, I pushed open the heavy black lacquered wooden door, the room was a little dim, the tall tables and chairs opposite were a deep dark red, because the handles were often used with a warm sheen, and there were bedding on the earthen kang by the window on the left and right, but there was no one, she was not there. I was about to exit to look at the ear rooms on both sides, when the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone rang, a bulky Nokia on the earthen kang made a unique ringtone, just now it was hidden in the shadow of the pillow, I didn't see it, the phone screen was bright with a white light, like a ghost, I picked up the phone.

I was careful not to speak, silently waiting for the sound on the other end of the phone.

"Atso?" A familiar voice came.

"Hot!" It turned out to be my boyfriend on the other end of the line. "How did you make this call?"

"Now, go to the third floor of the red lacquered wood cabinet behind you and find a glass bottle, drink the contents, remember, there is not a drop left, and then drop the bottle to the ground, and then put the bottom of the cup on your hand."

"Why?"

"Hurry up, there's no time!"

Although my heart was full of doubts, I listened to him, found a can bottle, there was only a little yellow liquid in it, I looked up and drank it, and slammed the cup, the bottle shattered, the bottom of the bottle shattered into a ring, my wrist crossed in the jagged glass ballast, and finally put it on my wrist, the glass bracelet was soaked with my blood, and turned red.

"Atso! Acuo! There was a hot cry from the phone on the ground.

I was about to pick up my phone, but my consciousness sank and fell.

When I woke up, it was dusk, the golden sunlight shone into the room through the empty wooden window, and I was still in the main room of Grandma Li's house, to be exact, my body and soul should be in this room, and I could see myself lying on the ground.