"Fang Hua has an accident"

The black letters on the white display screen were like sinuous thorns that wrapped around Ye Ling's heart, and the five words that were the most front and most eye-catching pierced like spikes, and then pierced. The horrific sight of the dream took over his mind again, and the distorted face of the dark blue on his forehead became clear.

"Are you going?" Zhang Yao looked a little heavy and uneasy after a brief moment of surprise.

"Huh?" Ye Ling was pulled back from that fear again, he looked at his sweaty and cold hands and remembered what Zhang Yao seemed to say earlier.

"Go see Fang Hua. Zhang Yao raised his eyebrows lightly, a little annoyed, and immediately thought that he was also in the hospital at this time, "Forget it, you have a good rest first, if there is any news, we will contact us by SMS." I'll go first. ”

"Well, be careful. ”

"Hmm. Zhang Yao responded casually, didn't think carefully about why Ye Ling said this, turned around and pushed the door out.

At Fang Hua's house, more than a dozen police officers were investigating the scene, and the study was in a mess. Zhang Yao looked at the metal trophy on the ground and the corpse covered with a white cloth, feeling a little chill down his spine, and he shuddered even more when he thought about seeing Fang Hua's terrible death before.

Unable to stand the oppressive atmosphere in the room, Zhang Yao walked to the door to breathe, and was met by a police officer smoking at the door, "Hello, may I ask what the result is?"

"Well, there is no trace of destruction in the anti-lock of the house door, which excludes burglary and suicide, just an accident. Alas...... Poor child. ”

Thinking back to the sunny boy with glasses, Zhang Yao felt a little sad and a little pity, but gradually these sad feelings turned into vigilance and fear. This month's funeral seems to be a bit too much......

Thinking of Ye Ling's unreasonable fainting at home, he felt more and more intensely uneasy in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was. So I decided to go home first and make plans when I went to see Ye Ling tomorrow.

"Ye Ling reminded me to be careful before, did he feel something?" Zhang Yao finally noticed the abnormal advice from before, but he was full of doubts and puzzled, "But why is it too frightened? Maybe it's a coincidence." ”

The next day, in the ward.

"The day after tomorrow is Fang Hua's funeral, and you are almost discharged from the hospital, you will go. ”

"Well, I'm discharged at ten o'clock in the morning, what time is the funeral?"

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was still Guanhai Temple. ”

"......" was silent for a moment to be considered agreement, and Ye Ling finally couldn't hold back his mouth and ask: "Fang Hua...... How...... What was the cause of death?"

"Blunt head trauma, it is said that he was ...... by the trophy while flipping through the bookshelf," Zhang Yao's tone was a little sad

"Forehead. Ye Ling suddenly interrupted Zhang Yao and only used one word.

There was a dead silence in the room, only the ticking of the infusion bottles.

After a while, Zhang Yao finally spoke, "Yes...... How do you know?

Just lied to himself, Zhang Yao himself knew that the ominous premonition was constantly approaching, but he still struggled to convince himself to get rid of him in the end.

"No...... In fact...... Will you believe what I said?" Ye Ling hesitated.

Unexpectedly calm, Zhang Yao didn't speak, signaling Ye Ling to continue, but his heart was not as calm as he looked on the outside.

"I had a dream that day. He didn't say what day it was, but he knew she knew, "I dreamed that many people had died, and Fang Hua's body was lying at my feet with his forehead sunken. ”

Zhang Yao was still silent, digesting the shock in his heart.

"There were really a lot of people who died in the dream, I didn't dare to count them, but I remember that the second one was Wang Zeming, the school uniform was soaked in blood...... "Ye Ling took a deep breath, "It's scary, but it's real." It's so real that I can touch death just by raising my hand. ”

Zhang Yao felt the fear and uneasiness in his heart getting stronger and stronger, and finally stopped being silent, and asked in a trembling voice, "What about me?"

Silence, this time in exchange for Ye Ling's silence, he didn't want to mention that he didn't want to recall the last picture he saw in his dream.

A line of tears lay down from the corner of Zhang Yao's eyes, and she felt hopeless. She believed in Ye Ling, and also believed in Ye Ling's dream, because she was used to believing in him in the ten years that the two had known each other, because she also felt the danger, but she couldn't see it really.

"You're not dead. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yao felt that if he had been amnesty, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"But I saw you too, right behind that thing, very weak, just looking at me like that......"

The voice became smaller and smaller, the head was lower and lower, the brow was furrowed, and the eyelids were tightly closed, refusing to let go. Every time he thought of the last scene, he felt extremely cold, he couldn't understand why Zhang Yao was behind that old man, he didn't understand why she watched him die, and he didn't understand why her figure was so illusory, like a bubble that would burst at any time. So he didn't want to think about it, he didn't dare to think about it. But Zhang Yao had already asked him, so he couldn't help answering, and seeing her desperate, he couldn't bear not to answer.

Zhang Yao fell silent again, a little nervous, a little apologetic, looking at Ye Ling's painful expression and wanting to say something to comfort, but he didn't know what to say, so he was silent, there was silence.

Two days later, in the afternoon.

Ye Ling was discharged from the hospital and went directly to Guanhai Temple with Zhang Yao, there was still a period of time before the funeral began, and the two walked on the front lawn of the temple, Zhang Yao thought about the gaffe in the hospital and had a fever on his cheeks, and he didn't know how to open the chatterbox.

"Why don't you say that the county doesn't build a funeral home, you have to hold a funeral in this temple?" Ye Ling opened his mouth first, lightly covering up his embarrassment.

"Probably those leaders think that our Cangbei is too small, and it is not far from the funeral parlor in the city, so it is not worth wasting money to build one. ”

"Also, it's really better to eat it, and by the way, show religious freedom. Ye Ling stretched his waist to the sun, paused, and vaguely saw that there was a hillside behind the Guanhai Temple, and only after looking carefully did he confirm that there was indeed only one cliff that went straight up and down.

The distant bell rang, the death knell, and the mournful air flowed with the wind on the cliffside between the forelaw and the sea.

Ye Ling put his coat on Zhang Yao's shoulders, walked into the temple side by side with her, and looked at the side hall where the funeral was held.

Walking closer, Ye Ling looked at the eaves of the hall and stood up, "I don't know when I felt this way? Ye Ling recalled the funeral five days ago and felt the changes here.

"Hmm, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yao reached out and patted Ye Ling's shoulder and helped the windbreaker on his shoulder.

"Don't you think there's a strange smell everywhere in the inner courtyard of this hall?" Ye Ling pointed to the surrounding halls and turned back to Zhang Yao, as if talking to himself.

"Wow-" As if the sound of water splashing sounded in Ye Ling's ears, he hurriedly looked back, the huge sandalwood fish tank was sitting firmly in the middle of the hall as before, but he didn't see the black koi that jumped out of the water like the scene five days ago. I couldn't help but shake my head, laughing bitterly at myself, but I was scared out of the auditory hallucination.

"What did you find?" Zhang Yao was startled by Ye Ling's sudden turn.

"Nothing, let's go inside. ”

On the incense table in the hall, a bronze incense burner burns three incense sticks, and a sandalwood square box is placed at the front of the stove. In front of the desk sat an old monk, with snow-white eyebrows and closed eyes, as if regretful, holding one palm in one hand to his chest and turning the rosary with the other. Around him sat several monks kneeling, knocking on wooden fish, proclaiming Buddha trumpets, or chanting Buddhist scriptures. Its voice was reverberating, and it looked extremely solemn, sending off the deceased.

Everyone knelt on the futon, closed their eyes in silence, but they didn't know what was on their minds.

After the sound stopped, everyone got up, Ye Ling looked around, and found that not only Fang Hua's parents were present, but the classmates in the class were almost all there—only the new transfer students did not come. Although he felt strange and faintly angry, Ye Ling didn't say anything, he knew that Fang Hua's parents believed in Buddhism, and they didn't want anyone to disturb them during the process, so that their children could get on the road safely.

After the ceremony, it was time to be buried, and everyone did not stay, hugging the family of the deceased in turn and leaving in silence. People go to the empty ancient temple in the afterglow of the sunset to add a sense of tranquility and strangeness.

In the side hall, the old monk who was kneeling on the futon slowly opened his eyes. Watching the disciple silently fish out a colorful but long-dead koi from the fish tank, he sighed faintly.

The red sun that sinks on the sea, the twilight is like blood......