"By the way, why are you here?" I pressed my fingers to ask what happened.

"Truth be told, I'm actually an ombudsman, and I'm responsible for collecting information on those of you who don't have a long life. You can also understand me as the 'Grim Reaper' of your world. "I was really taken aback by her answer, which was completely different from my guess, 'your world'? Could it be said? She doesn't exist here, she doesn't belong here, and I only have one last year to live, and now I want to have a good conversation with this guy who calls himself 'The Ombudsman'.

"Then why did you do that? It can't just be recorded like this, right? Also, what are you writing with a pen? All the time. ”

The writing stopped. "Mr. Beigeng, your question disturbs my record, if I have to answer your question, then let me tell you, each of you has due value in life, it does not depend on your wealth, your power, your status, but on the richness of your life, compared to those social animals, living the same life every day, in our eyes, they are as worthless as ants."

Her answer was very reasonable, and it refreshed my understanding, I... Is it a worthless person?

The question made me ponder, and I kept quiet, and so did her.

At noon, I walked to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and was about to heat up the cold food as usual, when I suddenly remembered her words, closed the door, and spent an hour making hot food.

Rinse the bowl in the sink, throw away the garbage in the bathroom, clean the floor of the house, ah, yes, the bottle slag under the light switch.

"Hey, are you still there? Come out and talk, right? I said loudly in the room, but there was no response.

I sat alone at the coffee table, my hands outstretched, the outlines of my fingers visible in the sunlight. I'm thinking, I... Is there really only one year left? Ha. It feels like a long time, but when I close my eyes, it slips away inadvertently, right? 2021 is like this, the three years of junior high school are like this, and the rest of life will be like this.

I should tell someone about this, right? Actually, I'm just like the cancer patients in the hospitals, except I don't feel any pain now. The first person I thought of was Xin Ze, I took out my mobile phone to call him, and after a long time, I didn't answer, I was quite disappointed. I called my parents again and got through.

"My eldest son, how are you doing outside? Did you find any good girls? "On the other end of the phone, my mother's kind voice came from the other end, and there was my father's voice on the side.

"I think he called to borrow money, and he ····· again and again"

"Phew, don't talk nonsense, hey, you..."

I touched my hair helplessly, not knowing how to tell them.

"Oh, don't you make it right, hey? What's the matter with your call? Ready to come back? "Mom controlled my dad, but actually sealed his mouth.

I couldn't speak, I took a deep breath, settled down, and calmly told them: "Mom and Dad, I only have one last year to live." ”

The opposite side exploded the pot.

"You must have been stunned by that company! I said, well, he should be brought back to be a policeman. "Dad's crazy talk kept hitting my heart.

I hung up angrily, they wouldn't believe my nonsense at all, and they thought that I should go back to being a village policeman and dealing with the villagers. It's not that I don't like to be a part, but I like to be outside because I can sit and do what I love.

When I got angry, I threw my phone and let it scream. I took out a blank sheet of paper, found a pen, and prepared to plan my year on it.

I have to write my last words, but I haven't thought about it yet, ah yes, I'm going to travel, to a far away place, well, to Japan, where I wanted to go when I was a child, I must have had a good time there, but I don't want to be buried there. Pick a little closer, in China, ah, I can walk the Great Wall, go sightseeing Jiuzhaigou, walk Daocheng, record the carved wooden buildings of Jiheyuan. The phone on the side kept bothering me, and I didn't hesitate to turn it off, throw it on the coffee table, and turn around to continue planning.

"Mr. Beigen!" She suddenly called me, "Perhaps, you just need to live your life well and don't need to pay too much attention to this." ”

"Only you do, right? If I didn't do what I wanted to do, I would have regretted it. I gritted my teeth and said.

She stopped talking, and I dropped my pen and lay down on the carpet, staring at the ceiling.

I don't actually have that many regrets, do I?

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have told you." She thinks the fault lies with her.

After a while, my mind settled, and she didn't tell me? I'm going to die in a year, right? What do I have to regret at that time, don't think about them, after all, there don't seem to be many people in this world who can have all their own ideas, right?

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Four Wilds"

"Thank you, Shino."