It is not that the young man has never seen the dead, but on the contrary, he has seen many lives crushed by poverty, old age, ignorance, violence, madness, and despair. They may have died in different ways, but in the end they all became the color and texture of the paving bluestone slabs, gray, cold, damp, silent, and like these stones, they all returned to dust and dust to earth.

Therefore, when he suddenly looked up and saw not far away, the shadows of the trees were swaying, the light moved with the shadows, mottled and blurred, like a dream, and a long figure was floating in mid-air, swaying and swaying, he just stood there for a moment, and then calmly accepted the fact in front of him.

He stood at a distance for several minutes, but still did not see the man's movements stop. I was more and more surprised that it took so long to commit suicide by hanging my neck, so the process was too painful and too long.

If a person is about to die in one minute, the bystander does not have to have too much psychological burden, but if he is about to die in ten minutes, how many people can stand by and watch the whole thing motionlessly?

He finally stepped forward, little by little, approaching the man hanging from the tree.

He felt a long sigh of relief in his heart.

It turned out to be the wind, and his stiff body was like a pendulum, and with a slight flick he could float. He exiled his soul in this lonely forest, and let the breeze be illiterate, so he flipped through the books.

The man in the tree was dressed in a neat and decent white shirt and a gray tunic with straight trousers and almost no folds, for his legs would no longer bend, his feet would not fall to the ground, and he would no longer be stained with dust. His countenance was also more peaceful than that of ordinary hanged ghosts, with no tongue sticking out, no glaring, and no urine falling to the ground.

The temperature in May wasn't too high, and the man looked like he had been dead for a few hours at most, as if he had fallen asleep.

The young man unconsciously took another step forward. He saw his slender, pale fingers, the edges of their nails trimmed and rounded. The color of the skin was a strange blue, but it looked more delicate and smooth than some of the girls and daughters-in-law in their village.

What a beautiful and decent dead man. The young man stared at him for a long time, and thought to himself that this was probably the most decent dead man he had ever seen.

It's not the first time he's seen someone hanged. A woman in the same village also used this method of death, but it was far less decent than him. His hair was draped, his face was as white as paper, his eyes were bulging like a dead fish, and his tongue was as long as a demon. When everyone carried her out, it was accompanied by a smoky stench. The lower half of his body looked drenched and stained with a large sticky stain.

The onlookers endured their disgust, but they couldn't hold back their curiosity and wanted to move forward.

"Huh! It's disgusting! ”

But if a woman always loves beauty, if she knows that she will be watched like this after she dies, I don't know if she will want to come back to life and die again.

At least let her comb her hair, put on a ruddy makeup, change into beautiful clothes, and then empty her stomach, and finally remember to put the rope around the upper part of her neck, so as not to break the hyoid bone, so that the tongue will not fall out of the mouth, and she can be a beautiful and decent female ghost after birth.

It's a pity that life and death are only once, and most people have little experience.

When he had seen enough, he decided to leave. It's a strange person, anyway, it's going to rot in the end, why bother with the image after death, since there are so many ties, but I'm willing to let go.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the wind mixed with a kitten-like crunt. It turns out that there is death and new life in this forest.

He didn't care, and continued to take a few steps forward, but he didn't expect the voice to become clearer and clearer, as if it was in some bush in front of him.

This time he heard clearly, not the meow of a kitten, but more like the babies' babies. He took a few more steps in that direction, a bright red cloth wrapped around something and squirmed in the grass.

A pink-carved baby with two large grape-like eyes reached out and kicked his legs at him.

The young man was so frightened that he took several steps back, it is true that the living are always more terrible than the dead.

He began to regret - where did he have such great curiosity, he had to come over to see the dead man, and after reading it, why did he have to go in this direction? Let him hear the kitten's bark and see this living, lonely child.

It doesn't matter if you turn away, it's not your responsibility in the first place, and besides, there is no one else here, only heaven and earth and your conscience.

He took a step forward. If you hear it, you can't pretend you didn't hear it.

He took another step forward. If you see it, you can't pretend you didn't see it.

Finally, he turned back fiercely. The innocent eyes saw his face and smiled at him as pure as a jasmine. He had just seen the most beautiful dead man in the world, and now he had seen the most beautiful child in the world.

He did smell a scent of jasmine, and it turned out that the child had a jasmine chain wrapped around his wrist. He picked up the clumped child and immediately realized that something was wrong. The swaddling clothes in his hand are inevitably heavier, and he has been a helper for three years, so he can know the approximate weight of things without getting started. The child is at most three months old and will not exceed ten pounds, but the package in his hand is already more than fifteen pounds.

He touched a hard lump and turned it out to see that it was a small cloth bag.

There were several card-sized pamphlets on them, and before he could open them to see the contents, the jingling underneath almost blinded his eyes.

Three yellow gold bars!

His mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time. It wasn't until the boy followed his example, giggling with his mouth open, that he was pulled back from the shock.

He swallowed, and then remembered that he still had the pamphlets in his hand.

He opened his student ID card and graduation certificate, and the name on them was Bai Yuyang, born in 1956, and graduated from the Department of Physics of S University. There is also a work card, and the service unit written on it is XX Middle School in S City, vocational teacher.

He quickly looked through the rest of the documents, and all the names on the documents were filled in with "Bai Yuyang", and all the photos looked exactly like the person who was still hanging on the tree at the moment.

He suddenly felt his blood surge, and his anger was about to erupt.

"I take back what I thought earlier, you are so unseemly! It's not just unseemly, it's just hateful! ”

He even wanted to drag the hanged ghost up from the underworld and ask, you can go to such a school, have such a high education, have such a good job, wear such good clothes, have so much money, why do you still do such a thing, you just do such a thing yourself, and even leave such a young child here, let her wait here to die?

He was so angry that he hugged the child and circled around Bai Yuyang, and the corpse in front of his eyes swayed, but at this time he only wanted to spit on his well-made leather shoes.

Do you know that poor people like us have the ability to study but have no money to go to school, and those who have money to go to school have no ability to become decent people. You have them all, but you're not as good as a beast, and maybe, you deserve to die.

If you are born in a landlord's house, you can continue to become a landlord, and if you are born in an intellectual's house, you can have knowledge, a dragon gives birth to a dragon and a phoenix, but the son of a mouse can only make a hole. But if you look at what they do, standing behind the counter to collect money, putting letters in the mailbox, and sitting behind the desk to keep accounts, is it a big problem? Why them? And why, why can't it be me?

Since you don't know how to live and want to abandon everything, it is better to lend me your identity, and you are willing to put on the heavy shell you take off. As long as I have the opportunity to be in his position, I don't believe that I will do worse than others.

……

A rare college student from Xibao Village, although he looked a little shy and timid, his smoky gray tunic, and the metal-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose finally convinced them. He said that there was an accident in his family, his relatives were not there, and his friends betrayed, so he had to leave his hometown and come here just to find a job in the primary school here.

Although the villagers have some gossip about a single young man raising a baby girl alone, as the saying goes, people will see people over time. After getting along for a while, they all praised this teacher Bai who didn't know where he came from, not only knowledgeable, diligent, often seen reading at night, but also enthusiastic, patient and responsible for students, gentle and kind, and even tamed some naughty children.

Gradually, the women of the village were willing to teach him how to take care of the child, and later saw that the girl was not only born white and lovely, but also had a well-behaved and likable personality.

But soon everyone understood why this child was so well-behaved. When she was four years old, she could comfort herself that she was only developing slowly, but by the age of six or seven, other children could write and count, but this girl had difficulty even speaking.

As a result, the villagers' feelings for Teacher Bai changed from suspicion and indifference at the beginning, to closeness and respect, and finally to sympathy.

Mr. Bai's mentality adjusted quickly, and everyone felt that he loved this daughter even more than before.

"Okay, my family has been with me all the time." Teacher Bai said with a smile.

He never imagined that his life would take such a dramatic turn. A person with only a junior high school education turned into a teacher, but fortunately, at the beginning, he only needed to teach writing and pronunciation, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, which gave him a chance to breathe, so that he could gradually stabilize his position and eventually become a qualified teacher. And the more unexpected twist in this drama is that he is not married, but he first became a father.

Life is hard like a mistake. But at this moment, a simple girl like a puppy looks at you with watery eyes, she can't understand what you're saying, but she'll listen with her ears pricked up, she can't understand what you're doing, but she'll be quietly by your side. There are many people in the world of mature people, but you are the only one in it. She is the person who loves you the most in this world, and in her pure love, you are alone.

"Perhaps, I prefer the identity of a father abandoned by you to the identity of a teacher that I stole from you. Thank you, Mr. Bai. He thought.

To be needed, to be respected, to be relied on, to be loved. I feel my breath and breath, I feel that I am alive.