I finally know what it's like to be broken.

The pain began to spread from my chest, there was warm fluid coming from my mouth, nose, and chest, and I wanted to speak, but I couldn't make any sound.

The mobile phone that I was holding in my hand was hit by that, and I don't know where I lost it, and I can't even remember my mother's phone, whether I hung up or not.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, even the breathing is pulling at my nerves, I try to get up, but my limbs just don't need the strength.

"What should I do?"

"I told you not to drink, it's a big New Year!"

"What are you doing? Call the police! ”

Someone was speaking in my ear, with a crying voice in it, anxious and frightened, and I wanted to look up at the person who spoke, but my damn hat covered half of my face impartially, and my eyes could only see the ground.

"Get in the car, let's get in the car!"

"What do you do, we're gone, she's going to die!"

"There are no cameras here, let's go, no one will find out!"

"But what about her?"

"After shedding so much blood, we can't live anymore, let's go quickly, let's find a way when we go!"

The voices of the voices were getting farther and smaller away from me, and my fingers could only move slightly on the ground, and I could hear every word they spoke, and I wanted to shout out loud:

I'm not dead yet!

Please, help me!

"Girl, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to, you died, don't come to us if you are a ghost!"

Someone opened an umbrella and placed it in front of me, blocking my view.

"It's going to rain, I'll keep this umbrella for you!"

After that, there was the roar of cars, and the whole world suddenly fell silent.

My despair began to expand, and it gradually suppressed the pain in my body, leaving me tormented every minute and every second.

The umbrella and hat blocked my view, and all I could see was the black cloth where it met the ground.

I no longer feel the sensation of blood running through my body.

The whole world became so quiet that I could hear nothing but my breathing.

My life is losing every minute, and I can only wait quietly.

Waiting for death to come.

When people are about to die, they instinctively struggle, and I am no exception.

But I had no other way but to shout and beg frantically in the bottom of my heart.

The rain began to fall, and I heard the sound of them falling on umbrellas and falling to the ground:

Tick – tick – tick –

Smack-smack-smack-

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and my despair, my struggle, slowly calmed down.

No one will pass by here, no one will find me lying here.

I'm going to die!

I'll never have a tomorrow again.

In the past 27 years of my life, when I was about to lose it, I realized how reluctant I was.

Do people have souls when they die?

Will I have an afterlife?

Consciousness began to blur, and my mind was in chaos.

It would be nice if there was an afterlife.

If there is an afterlife, I must cherish it and live every day well.

"Tranquility!"

Who's calling me?

"Tranquility!"

Who?

"Tranquility!"

Who the hell is it, I suddenly opened my eyes, and what I saw was still the black umbrella stained with my blood.

I'm still lying on the ground.

Perhaps, it's a return to the light!

"Tranquility!"

Someone moved the umbrella in front of me, and his hands were slender and neat, with distinct bones, and he held the handle of the umbrella and lifted it up.

"Tranquility!"

It was a man's voice, magnetic, gentle and elegant.

For the first time, I felt that my name was so good.

"Tranquility!"

The man's hand pulled the hat down for me, and I finally saw his face.

Short head, white shirt on the upper body, a pair of black suit pants on the lower body, and a pair of black rain boots on the feet, the rubber kind.

His eyes, black and white, but filled with thousands of colors, are the brightest I have ever seen.

The black umbrella stained with my blood was left aside by him.

"Tranquility!"

He knelt down and took me into his arms, his movements were very gentle, and his words were full of distress:

"I'm here, it's okay!"

I wanted to say thank you, but as soon as I opened my mouth, blood gushed out.

"I'll send you back!"

He asked me to lean against his chest, and I heard his voice coming from his chest to my ears, and I heard his breathing.

Only, I didn't hear his heartbeat.

He carried me, step by step, from the staircase on the first floor to the door on the ninth floor, and I knew that my blood was flowing all the way down my hand.

In front of him, the door was pushed open as if there was no lock, and he put me on the bed in the bedroom, carefully put the quilt on my body, and pulled my hand outside the quilt for me.

With my hands folded, my hands were wrapped in his palms, and I saw him put my bloody hands to his lips and rub them for me.

I pulled out a smile at him, and even though it must have been horrible, I didn't care, I just wanted to smile at him, smile at him with gratitude.

This is my near-death dream, and the person in the dream is the person I have never forgotten when I met him as a child.

Let him accompany me to face death, and death is not so unbearable.

"Look at me, don't sleep!"

He let go of my hand, bent down to hold my face, and pressed his forehead against mine, his breath was cold, sweeping on his face, and there was some stinging.

I looked at him and blinked.

It was the first time I had looked at him so closely, and the quick glance of my youth didn't make me look very closely, and as I grew older, the face had become blurry.

At such a close distance, I watched him smile at me and give me care.

I'm already satisfied.

It turned out that he really amazed the people of my life.

Every one of the people I love is like him, but not as good as him.

If only he could be with me for the rest of my life!

I sighed, this is the biggest regret of my life!

"Anning, you're safe!"

The moment I closed my eyes, he dropped a light kiss on my forehead, and before my consciousness was in chaos, I only remembered that sentence:

"I'll be with you always!"

Who will be with me all the time?

In a daze, I heard an alarm ringing, and I was nestled in the quilt, fumbling and turning off the noisy mobile phone ringtone.

Five minutes after my head was empty, I sat up and hurriedly grabbed my phone to check its time and date:

February 10, 2019, 9:00, weather: thundershowers, temperature 0-3°.

It's only nine o'clock, I thought it was eleven or twelve o'clock!

I'm three o'clock in the afternoon, I have an appointment with Han Yunduo, as long as I remember to bring an umbrella before going out in the afternoon!

I lay under the quilt and played with my phone for another hour, and it wasn't until ten o'clock when I was hungry that I got up to wash.

After washing, the boiling water is also boiling, and a bag of instant noodles, a ham sausage is taken out of the refrigerator, and a large bowl is taken out from the kitchen.

My breakfast and lunch today are settled.

My head was a little itchy, and I was thinking about whether to wash my hair while eating.

The temperature is very low today, and it's so cold to wash your hair, so let's do it tomorrow!

At half-past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, my mind suddenly became diligent, I got up and washed my hair, and chose clothes from the wardrobe to match, and before going out, I put on light makeup.

At 14:30, I went out, and when I arrived at the balcony on the third floor, I remembered that I didn't bring an umbrella, and I felt inexplicably when I was standing at the staircase to think.

This scene is familiar!

Déjà vu, but I couldn't resist my laziness, I touched the hat on the white down jacket and resolutely went downstairs.

The subway is very fast, two stations away, 10 minutes to arrive, Han Yunduo is waiting for me at Exit A, she is dressed very beautifully today, the little bird is still around, when she holds my arm, I have a sense of déjà vu again.

When we got out of the subway and went into the café, we ordered coffee and talked, and we all gave me a sense of déjà vu.

Did all this happen? Or am I confused?

The boss brought the coffee and cake, and I looked at the pattern on the coffee in front of me and was stunned:

Umbrella, rabbit, very beautiful carved coffee.

"It's strange that the boss actually told you his fate!"

Han Yunduo also came over, looked at the pattern on it and smiled, the cup of coffee in front of her was an ordinary milk bubble coffee, and there was nothing special about it.

"Fortune telling? Are doctors also superstitious? ”

This sentence, I seem to have said it somewhere, after blurting it out, I couldn't help scratching my face, everything today, there is an indescribable weirdness.

"Theology, perhaps, is the science of the unknown!"

Han Yunduo looked at me and smiled, I didn't speak, let alone move, just looked at her suspiciously, and then looked at the coffee pattern in front of me.

"Aren't you curious, the answer that the boss gave you?"

"What answer?"

I cautiously asked, should I say that I can't live today, right?

"You won't survive today!"

It's really this sentence, and the goosebumps on my body are all up.

"Just kidding!"

Han Yunduo looked at me and sneered, "In this way, has your troubles dissipated a lot?" ”

"That's not how the joke works."

I touched my pounding heart, and my nerves didn't dare to relax for a moment, "Is this a method of psychotherapy?" ”

"Sort of, haha!"

Han Yunduo smiled happily, "However, on the way back, you must pay attention to safety!" ”

This sentence exploded in my mind, and I looked at the picture on the coffee, swallowed my saliva, and seemed to see such a scene in front of me.

Umbrella, empty street, there was a person lying under the umbrella, black clothes wrapped around her, and the ground was a large patch of bright red that had been blurred.

"The coffee is going cold!"

Han Yunduo reminded me.

"I'm sorry, I just think it's so pretty!"

With apologies and doubts, I don't remember what I talked to her about for the next half hour.

After saying goodbye at the entrance of the subway, I immediately took out my phone and called my mom as I got off the subway, and I was going to tell her that I had taken out an accident insurance.

Familiar phone calls, familiar staircase openings, and familiar demolition notices posted at the entrance.

I looked around me and suddenly realized that this place where I had lived for more than two years was so strange to me.

The empty streets, the dim lights, the number of my mother's numbers on the phone, and the tingling of horror through my spine only swelled up my scalp.

I ran upstairs as if I was running, hanging up my mother's phone as I ran:

"Mom, you rest for a while, I'll call you back when I get to the house!"

At the corner of the third floor, my body was pulled by an unknown force, and the whole person's steps were chaotic, and my body was uncontrollable, rolling down the stairs all the way.