I

Is it dead......

Zheng Fan thinks that he should be dead.

However, the long-lost warmth slowly wandered on his body.

At first, the sensation is only faint and slight, which is difficult to capture, but gradually, the sensory stimulation begins to become clearer and clearer.

Is this what it feels like to be dead?

seem

It's not that hard to accept;

even

And a little more comfortable.

The input of the nerves, like a dry canal being reintroduced into the living water, is a gradual process from moistening the cracked earth to wetting and finally to storing water.

As all this unfolded, Zheng Fan's perception of the outside world began to become more and more sensitive.

He could feel the warm liquid dripping from his hands, his feet, and his chest.

A strange thought began to emerge from his consciousness,

Zheng Fan began to doubt,

Myself

Really dead?

No one knows what happens after death, even though the studio folks have created a lot of horror stories about ghosts, but they are just imagination.

After all, there is no way for a dead person to write a few hundred words of experience like a primary school student and then pass it back.

Zheng Fan began to try to do something, and the first thing he did was to open his eyes.

At this time, he had a feeling that he was moving mountains in Yugong, on the one hand, the perception of various parts of his body was rapidly recovering, and on the other hand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes.

It's like falling into a state of ghost pressing, wanting to resist, but only futile struggle.

"Bang dang!"

The sound came,

Then there was a wave of heat.

Under this stimulus, Zheng Fan finally opened his eyes.

The line of sight, which was blurry at first, could perceive a slight amount of light, but could not be imaged.

Immediately after, a shadow struck, and he began to wipe his face constantly and at the same time cut off his vision again and again.

Like a person who has just woken up, washing his face with a hot towel can indeed get a period of refreshment.

Zheng Fan's line of sight began to become clearer and clearer.

First of all, he saw a face, the face of a girl who was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The girl was wearing a simple long dress, carrying a copper basin in one hand and a towel in the other, and was looking at herself with a worried face.

So

I was just woken up by this girl who accidentally splashed a basin of hot water?

And the warm comfort she felt earlier was that she was wiping herself?

The girl was very frightened, because of her own negligence, she poured a basin of hot water on the nobleman, and this nobleman was told by her mother to take good care of her.

In the past six months, her job has been to serve him, even if he has been in a coma and has not woken up, but she has not dared to slack off, the most obvious evidence is that this man has been bedridden for half a year, and he does not even have bedsores on his body.

Only those who have really taken care of bedridden patients know how much effort it means to have no bedsores on the patient's body.

But the girl had no complaints, and was very grateful for the errand.

In other words, this man is her life, and if something goes wrong with her, according to her mother's temperament, she is likely to be kicked directly into the red tent in the hook bar to receive those smelly guests.

Mom's temper is not good, and it is very bad.

If you let your mother know about her mistake and find the wet on the bed, you ......

The girl's distraction did not last long, because she suddenly found that this man's eyes were actually open!

The girl blinked,

Zheng Fan blinked,

4.5 seconds of silence,

"Ah!!h

The girl let out a scream,

This cry made Zheng Fan, who had just woken up, twitch in his head, and was almost about to be called unconscious again, it was really a pity that this girl didn't practice soprano.

"Mom, he's awake, he's awake!!"

The girl turned, shouting loudly as she ran out of the room.

In the room, it was finally quiet, and only Zheng Fan was left.

Zheng Fan tried to urge his hands and feet, and at first he felt a little paralyzed, but he soon found a support point, got up from the bed with some difficulty, and got out of bed with both hands on the bed.

His legs were a little weak, but fortunately, he was prepared in advance to maintain his balance and did not fall directly to the ground.

After gasping for breath for a while, Zheng Fan re-released his hands and allowed himself to stand completely on the ground, only his back was slightly bent, his center of gravity squatted slightly, and he was still somewhat careful to maintain stability.

The whole process is a bit like a newborn baby learning to walk again, and this body seems to be a little too weak, and it is already sweating.

At this point, Zheng Fan had the heart to look at this room, the wooden structure was a little old, and the furnishings in the room were also very retro, there was a dresser in the corner with a copper mirror on it.

"I'm ............"

According to the layout of the room he is in now, if you rule out the absurd possibility that you are now being sent to the Hengdian Affiliated Hospital,

Yourself this is,

Crossed?

As a creator, Zheng Fan is naturally no stranger to the word "crossing", but he really didn't expect it to happen to him.

He staggered to the dresser, his gaze looking at the bronze mirror.

There is almost no one who has not heard of the bronze mirror, but there should not be many who have actually seen and used it with their own eyes, after all, it has been eliminated for many years, but when Zheng Fan stood in front of the mirror, he was also slightly surprised by the effect of the bronze mirror.

Although it is certainly not as good as the glass mirror of later generations, the effect is much better than I imagined.

Zheng Fan reached out and touched his face while looking at the mirror, what was in the mirror was his face, well, it seems, it's not a soul piercing......

Moreover, the face in the mirror is a little different from when he died, before he was euthanized, because of the torture of the disease, he had been thin into skin and bones, but now, it seems that there is more flesh on his face, although he is still a little thin and pale, but it is already acceptable to normal people.

Lowering his head, Zheng Qiang noticed that he was naked, not just without a shirt.

It's just that when I woke up earlier, I really didn't notice this for a while.

Once people don't have clothes on their bodies, they tend to feel insecure, especially in this unfamiliar environment, and this uneasiness will be even stronger.

Now that I think about it, that girl is just rubbing herself?

What Zheng Fan didn't know was that in the past six months, the girl would help him wipe his body almost every day.

Or the girl accidentally splashed a basin of water on her face.

To the right of the dresser, there is a chair with a set of clothes on it.

This outfit, very familiar, is a sweatshirt, the main color is black, mixed with a hint of dark red, and at the same time, under the chair, there is a pair of boots.

This is the clothes Zheng Fan wore when he committed suicide, he likes this style of clothes, and has designed and ordered many sets by himself, because he feels that the sweatshirt can bring him a sense of security, especially when he puts down the hat of the sweatshirt to cover most of his face, it can give him the peace he needs.

With some difficulty putting on his clothes and boots, Zheng Fan was so tired that he could only sit on the chair and lean on the dresser and pant for breath, the body that just woke up was indeed too weak, but no matter what, it was much better than his sick body when he committed suicide, at least, this body should be able to recover a lot after a period of recuperation.

At this moment, Zheng Fan suddenly noticed a figure at the door, and he immediately looked up while still gasping.

Time

Zheng Fan's whole person was like an electric shock,

At the door of the room, there was a woman standing, aged thirty-five or sixteen, wearing a blue long skirt at this time, wearing a phoenix hairpin, red lips, and charming eyes.

Of course, no matter how good-looking or physical this woman is, it is not the point, and it is not enough to surprise Zheng Fan like this, what really shocks Zheng Fan is that

he

Meet this woman!

And

He had painted this woman with his own hands!

"Wind ............ Feng Siniang? ”

Zheng Fan felt that he was dreaming, could it be that once a person died, he would enter an endless dream?

In this way, it seems that death is no longer a terrible thing, but a kind of liberation in the pursuit of freedom.

The woman looked at Zheng Fan standing in front of her,

The mouth was slightly open, and there was a crystal flicker in the eyes, and for a while, the red lips were laughing, and the tears were crying, and it was already a gaffe to the extreme.

In the end,

The woman simply put her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and bent her knees.

Sobbing:

"Lord, you're awake at last!"