Going back to the time of one word again, he just hummed out a short one, "Hmm." ”

"Maybe one day when you are hit by a car and die, no one knows, if you feel that life is boring, you will think of suicide, right? People who don't want to die probably think that there is still hope and can work hard, but I think that hard work may not be useful, and it is good to end your life early. I'm not a Morton believer anyway, so suicide can't be considered my sin. ”

"Hmm."

"Actually, I can live, but I feel that I don't have the strength anymore, and I have to have a lot of courage to live!" She paused.

Then he looked down and said, "You know what? I thought about how I would die, how good it would be if I could sleep quietly in my bed, but I wake up every day and have to face a bad day,... It's too troublesome to collect sleeping pills, I heard that I can't die and I am very guilty, there is a tube in my nostrils to wash my stomach, and I cut my wrists, and the blood flows all over the ground, others will be very annoying! I don't want to die so painfully, I just want to leave this planet quietly, like that kind of trip that I just say, just embark on a journey that never looks back. ”

"Hmm!"

"You have so few words, why so little?"

"Hmm."

"Why don't you say something?"

"Headache." What Xia Chenghao said was the truth, and it was a real headache.

The girl began to look at him and asked with concern, "Do you have no money for treatment?" ”

Xia Chenghao really has no money this time, and Hongyue has naturally cut off all economic supplies since the last time he chased and killed him in Ziwei Lane. So the next word "um" has two meanings.

"I don't have any money, I only earn a few hundred grandes a month from working in the factory, and last month's salary was used as a gift, but I left it aside for the man. There are things that you think are important to yourself, but they are worthless in the eyes of others. Perhaps, the world is like this, right? Rent in that broken alley, but the rent is frighteningly high......"

The girl kept telling her story, maybe not a story, just a kind of memory plot, and there was no special meaning in telling it.

"Last year, police patrols were stepped up after a brawl in an alley. Don't think it's a good thing, in fact, it increases a lot of burden for the tenants, we have to pay all kinds of fees and apply for all kinds of documents, otherwise the old couple will not allow us to live anymore......"

Xia Chenghao quickly flashed some pictures in his mind, and he couldn't remember it earlier, but the events of the past six years would not be forgotten. Except, of course, that part of the data he deliberately wanted to erase.

Orphanage? Alley? Fight? Familiar sounds......

"Hmm."

"Is life always like this, or will it be better when you grow up?"

"You're old enough, it sounds like twenty-four or five, right? Besides, life has always been so ......"

The man doesn't have much to say, so the girl wants to provoke his desires and tell a story about this man who has no words. So she asked softly, "Tell me your story!" ”

"Once upon a time there was a child ......" he coughed a few times in the wind.

"Huh? And then? ”

"Then he died."

Hearing such a short story was a bit disappointing for the girl, but she just said lightly: "How did you die?" ”

"Walk and walk and die."

"Walk and die?" This is obviously somewhat ridiculous.

"Hmm."

"Because of what?"

Without any explanation for any reason, he could only honestly say, "No why." ”

"Didn't you ...... and die because of what?" The night breeze blew across her already wet face, and she held her face and wept slightly for a long time.

She stood up and pulled a card wallet out of her pocket and placed it on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Xia Chenghao could feel the girl put something at his feet.

"I'm glad you chatted with me, and I was just thinking about why no one came to see me off for the last ride. It seems that because it was too late, everyone went back to the house! Of course, it's dark here and no one sees me, my name is An Xiaoya. ”

An Xiaoya?

It's a familiar name, but who is she?

On top of the familiar voice, add a familiar name, then this girl must be a very important person in her life.

An Xiaoya was still talking: "There is still a little money in the wallet, if you really can't stand the pain, go to the pharmacy and prescribe some painkillers!" Also, stop telling that boring story to others, just rot in your stomach. ”

Xia Chenghao tried to pat his head, he had just restarted the memory that had just been completed, could he shoot something new? He wanted to gather all the information he could about the girl.

Seeing that the man didn't react, An Xiaoya paused for a while and said the last sentence: "Your voice sounds like the person I like, but it's a pity that I couldn't see your face when we chatted just now." ”

With that, she opened her arms to the wind and slowly embraced the darkness.

The night is cold, the heart is cold, but it is calm, how long ago have you ever thought about flying in the sky, drawing a beautiful arc in the wind and spinning across the valleys and rivers, or in a dream, the feeling of floating that forgets your body is free, although it is only so short for a dozen seconds, it is enough.

When the thoughts stop, time also becomes frozen, so a moment is also the length of a life, what is it like to feel at the end of life? Is it an abrupt pause or eternal darkness? Is it a broken body and bones painful or a breeze blowing in the face without feeling it?

In the darkness under the bridge, a wrinkled face looks dirty, but there is a pair of eyes like starlight, and the upside-down face looks a little strange, I can't see the age of it, but there is a feeling of experiencing the vicissitudes of the world.

When the wind blows, he brings up the corners of his clothes and flies like a flag, and he thinks about it.

What does life look like when it comes together? What do memories look like? Is it the kind of thousand-fold fast-forward or the flickering of a clear or blurry picture? What would it be like if one day the memory was filled with other people's memories? Is it like watching someone else's life, like water passing through bluestone, or is it mud and sand drowning yourself?

My head hurts, it's really bad, it's really bad.

It was very windy under the bridge, and when the girl fell from above, he wanted to reach out and grab her, what a headache, why did such a thing happen.

He muttered softly, and flew down close to the girl's falling body.

There was a splash of water under the bridge in the distance, but it was quickly swept away by the current, and everything disappeared like time.

When I heard that someone died, I would play all the memories again.

It is said that when a person dies, the soul is dispersed into the air and disappears quickly.

I heard that when people die, a lot of strange things happen.

I heard that when people die, they really belong to this planet.

So, is this what it feels like to die? (To be continued.) )