Chapter 10 Chapter 9 A coffin is looking for a person

From the opened eyes of the dead, what we see is only the end of her body, but her spirit has not disappeared.When the breath from Hades suddenly covered her body in an instant, this "broken" person realized that he had never "lived" so truly and strongly, and understood the world so well. China’s P city in winter is mostly windy, with strong winds jumping like flames, tearing the scorched land like black cloth, but in an instant, the wind will be sunny again, and the feet will become a boundless golden strip. River of Light.This kind of changeable weather makes people in this season also become emotional and temperamental.

It's been a long season. One winter, it was snowing heavily outside the window, and the white catkins on the ground were thick enough to bury my ankle bones. I was busy making snowmen in the yard all afternoon.I stole some black briquettes under the eaves of the house of the woman Guerrilla with breast cancer in the front yard, and put eyes on the snowman, and picked some cabbage leaves from the kitchen at home, and covered the snowman with hair. And made a military cap for her out of cardboard.I portrayed her as a fearless female soldier, waving her arms in an empty, green-free courtyard, her trance-eyed eyes wide open, as if chasing something invisible or nonexistent" enemy".

I named her Ni Aoao. In the evening, after dinner, I was exhausted. When I went back to my room and opened the composition book to write in my diary, I yawned one after another, and the handwriting on my notebook was like a yawn, a string of ups and downs, crooked, like ghostly symbols.My head became heavier and heavier, and my body seemed to have had its bones removed, and I couldn't sit still. That's right, my mother walked up to me in a flicker. The strange thing is that she didn't call my name while pushing the door as usual.But after standing in front of me, he called me in a low and mysterious voice.What's even more strange is that there was a time difference here, and the mother's knock on the door didn't sound until after she entered the house.But that's definitely my mother's way of knocking, using the tip of the index finger and middle finger to tap the wooden door lightly four times like playing a piano, not three or two times.It was a very unique way of knocking, so it could never be someone else's knocking.

Startled, I dodged back. My mother said, "Aoao, I'll take you to Ge's house in the front yard. The woman is dead. But you don't have to be afraid." I said, "Why should I be afraid? The yard of the dead is always safer than the yard of the living." After finishing speaking, I ran out of the house by myself and went to the front yard. The front yard has now turned into a brightly lit cemetery, with foxtails, morning glory, "can't die" and sunflowers blooming chaotically, desperately radiating their own red, red, yellow and yellow colors, which is particularly dazzling.So much so that the air in the yard was dyed into clusters of flickering colored lights.A black wooden coffin stood prominently in front of Ge's house. The coffin was so huge that it was half as high as a wall.I walked over and found that it was so high because the coffin lid was open.

The Ge family man stood beside the coffin, holding a small notebook in his hand, looked up at the crowd around him for a while, then looked inside the coffin, and wrote down a few notes in the notebook.His expression was not sad at all. I finally got close to the black coffin, and saw the mess inside. A woman-shaped body was buried in a pile of colorful silk and satin. Her head was covered by a white cloth, and she was resting on a beautiful lotus-colored lace pillow. superior.I looked at her sadly, but there was no horror in my heart. At this time, I suddenly discovered that the Ge family woman lying in the coffin seemed to be still breathing, because the white cloth covering her face was sucked into a sunken oval shape at the lips below her nostrils, and it was flickering. Flicker ups and downs tremble.I took a quick jerk back, terrified.

At this time, the woman in the coffin stretched out her slender arms that had been swallowed up by the disease, and took my hand.I was surprised that the hand was actually warm.Then the woman lifted the white cloth from one corner of her face with her other hand, revealing an eye, or rather, half an eye. She smiled at me and said very slightly weakly, "Don't be afraid!" I said, "Aren't you dead yet?" "I'm not dead yet. I'm doing an experiment," she said. "Experiment?" "I don't trust people very much. Including my man. You see, apart from being busy recording funeral gifts, he is not sad at all, he looks rather happy, must be getting a new 'chance' And happy!"

"You're dead, what chance does he have?" "He got the chance to marry a young bride." I said, "Don't he know you're not dead?" She said, "I don't know. It's a secret. Just the two of us know, don't tell anyone else. I just want to live to see who cries and who laughs? I want to live to know who will really mourn me, whose tears are fake, who His speechlessness is truly sad." She gasped for a while, and then continued, "A person's position in another person's heart is reflected by how much 'water' he occupies in his body. I just want to say that my death makes others overflow The volume and quality of tears."

I sighed, "It's good that you're not dead. I'll be with you, and I'm not afraid of you." She continued to say to herself, "This world is full of dirty and hypocritical traps. I don't feel at ease where my coffin is buried. Look, this obituary says that I cleaned it up in 'XX In the struggle of the class ranks, stand firm, distinguish between right and wrong, show no mercy to the enemy, and fully demonstrate the spirit of fearlessness'. Do you think this is a compliment to me? This is simply a false accusation, because it was a special event, brutal and bloody .”

"Really? Why?" I asked puzzled. "Because all people have ten mouths, and only the mouth when a person is asleep and silent is the only honest mouth." She talked a lot, and her breath became weaker, like a dumb plane. Guqin, every word she uttered was like a hoarse note, flying in the dense and messy air of the courtyard. "You're dead, I won't frame you," I said. "Well, actually, my grave has always been in my heart," she said. After finishing speaking, she smiled at me again, "Forget it, you will understand when you grow up to my age. You should take a look at my shroud, does it look good?"

As she said that, she let go of my hand, and she pushed aside the colorful cloth spread on her body and the fragrant flowers filled in the coffin, revealing her long gown and shroud.Then, she lifted the white cloth over her face again. Only then did I suddenly realize that the person lying in the coffin was not a woman from the Ge family at all.Through the flowers and pear branches, I saw that the woman who lifted the shroud was another woman.I took a closer look, and it turned out that it was Widow He lying in the coffin, looking up at the sky wearily. When I saw Shi He's face, I was shocked at first, and then wept sadly, crying strongly and silently.I stood alone next to the coffin and wept, distraught but unable to let the people in the yard see it, as if there was a special secret between me and He.

I was woken up by my own crying, and found that I was still lying on the homework book, and the homework book was wetted by my tears. At this moment, the cold wind outside the window screamed like crazy, and was a little out of breath in a hurry.I sat up straight, collected myself, and thought about it, but my heart was in a daze, and I couldn't figure out what was going on just now.Finally, he still felt uneasy, so he ran to Widow He's house to see her. There was no moon outside the house, and the night was dark, except for the blurred white light reflected from the snow on the ground.I ran across the snowy courtyard in one breath, and hit He's door like a whirlwind. When He opened the door for me, he showed confusion and vigilance like a cat.Seeing that it was me, she was relieved, and then she changed into a tired and sleepy look, her eyes drooped a little sickly, and she lay back on her bed. "What's the matter, Aoba?" She asked me in a voice hoarse from sleepiness as she lay down again.It was as if the sound hadn't come from her mouth.Rather, it was laboriously emerging from somewhere inside her breast.Because I saw that her lips didn't seem to move. "I'm just checking to see if you're okay now." "Thank you, Aoba, I'm fine." I stood by the door frame and saw that her skin was as white and serene as milk. She was wearing a milky white robe nightgown, which was too wide for her slender body.She was lying on the big soft bed, like a pure white lily that had gone through vicissitudes and was as quiet as water. I always have a special feeling that He, as my neighbor, can often flash in and out of my field of vision in and out of the yard. It is really a kind of light in my boring inner life. She makes me stand out in this world. I found a warm and loving friend, a special woman who could replace my mother.As long as she is by my side, even if she doesn't speak, all the safe, soft and warm feelings will surround me, and that feeling is an invisible light that covers or radiates on my skin.Moreover, the power of this light can pass through the barrier between the two of us, unlike the remote control that will be blocked by something in between. I think this is probably the difference between people and stones. I saw her lying on the bed and described it as beautiful, and nothing happened, so I went home and went to sleep with peace of mind. I awoke early the next morning with a severe headache and chills.As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew that I was sick. I must have a fever. I was hot all over, and my pajamas were soaked in sweat, but I still felt as cold as a refrigerator, bleating cold air. Lying on the bed, I called my mother vigorously, and I heard my voice fluttering in the air like a bunch of tangled feathers, and my ears buzzed.I called a few times, but for some reason, there was no movement at home, and I didn't see my mother's shadow enter my room.He didn't have the energy to call again, so he had to wait patiently. After I stopped shouting, I heard a commotion coming from the yard outside the house. The chaotic and noisy footsteps seemed to seep from the front yard.I vaguely heard words like "dead" and "police" being said. At this time, my mother hurriedly walked into my room from outside the house, and she said as she entered the room, "Aoao, the woman from the Ge family has been killed, you must not leave the house." When my mother approached me, she saw that I was burning like a red coal ball, curled up in a ball and shivering non-stop, she called out, "God!" Father has not been home for several days, he has been busy with various meetings in other provinces.Mother was alone in the early morning of this day, and suddenly faced with the tension at home and outside, she couldn't help but panic. My mother asked me to open my mouth, facing the light from the window, and said, "Look, my throat is almost sealed!" While nagging a girl my age, she was still playing like a child making a snowman, while she found the thickest cotton coat from the cabinet and wrapped it around me.She blamed my illness on the fact that I had been building snowmen in the yard for too long. I sat on the back of my mother's bicycle and she took me to the hospital.When passing by the front yard, I saw many people gathered in front of Ge's house, with strange expressions on their faces, and the chirping sound fell on the snow, this atmosphere was like a shadow that wiped out the dryness and emptiness of the courtyard in winter.The police also came. They were like moving green trees, with dull expressions, walking back and forth on the snow-covered ground indifferently, shouting to the crowd of onlookers, "Go away and stand back".From their impatience, I knew they hated chaos.They try to be the skeleton of the restless crowd, supporting order in the messy courtyard. Since I was a child, there has always been a moment of confusion and disorder in my body. It seems that the cells in my body are completely alive in a state of "anarchism", so the order represented by the police has always been evaded by my instinct.At this time, when I saw the police coming, all the biological systems in my body tensed up immediately.I heard some neighbors whispering that the man from the Ge family had disappeared, and that the woman had been strangled with her man's belt and suffocated to death. These horrible whispers rumbled through my brain like thunder, and I felt dizzy and out of breath.The sense of fear made me feel that the short walk in the front yard in the past was like a dark and bottomless corridor with no end. The smell of rotting corpses seemed to be constantly floating in the air, and the withered vines and bare trees in the yard suddenly reminded me of last night's dream. I trembled violently.