Chapter 2 Chapter 2 in another world

Chapter 2 in another world f Where did everyone else die? 18 Now, you should think of where I am.There are all kinds of people running around here - maybe a lot of historical figures or something! As you can imagine, once you die, you can meet many characters from past times.You might meet people from the Iron Age, people from the Stone Age, and people from the Middle Ages.You may also meet many famous people, like Napoleon, Julius Caesar or Dickens, Shakespeare.Maybe you will also meet the heroes you have admired since you were a child, or the author of a world famous book that you never get tired of reading.You may also be eager for him to tell you about their lives, or at least say a word or two.At least you can tell them how famous they were posthumously.Because they may not know how much influence they have on future generations, unless of course someone else has told them before you.

But unfortunately, you can't find them.There is no Dickens there, and there is no Genghis Khan.Wearing animal skins, you will not see any cavemen who have died for thousands of years. (Of course, "Woooo" is an exception, I will tell you about him later.) Cleopatra, you can't find it.Prophet Moses, you can't find it either.In fact, most of the dead people you see are people from your own generation.Where did everyone else die?Where have all the people who died like me many years ago gone? I guess they might have gone to a better place, as we often hear at funerals: "Leave this world and go to a better place." But that doesn't quite fit me.

19 I'm wandering around in this "other world" or whatever it's called.I rather want to meet historical celebrities who have passed away for many years in this so-called "other world"—even ordinary people in the past era.In this way, I can boast about high technology to these people who have been dead for many years, talk about cars, helicopters, and computers, and see how they open their mouths in surprise, unable to speak for a long time.But that's rarely the case. Even "people" who lived in very ancient times have heard of these things.Even if you talk to that caveman about a computer, "Whoa, he just shrugs his shoulders like, "Oh, isn't that a computer?" Not interested at all.Of course, the caveman couldn't really say "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu".So everyone called him "Woooo", because every time he was asked what his name was, he would always say "Woooo!"

Those "people" who lived in the previous era are still here, and they are all looking for something.As if they were not really at rest, not really dead, until they found something.They, like Arthur, had unfinished business.Not sure, I am also such a person. 20 Unfulfilled wish.I guess you'd call it that.Every time I think about it, I'm just so moved.I have to mention my sister, whom I call "Yadan".Her real name is Yadanting, but I always call her "Duck Egg".I guess my parents must have regretted naming my sister "Yadanting".Now everyone calls her "Tingna", and my sister herself has been trying to hide the name "Yadanting". "Yadanting" has become a scandal in our family. Our whole family often tries to hide this name and is unwilling to tell others. This is like a plot often found in detective novels. Conceal that there is a skeleton hidden in the large wardrobe in the living room.

So now everyone only knows that her name is "Tingna", and everyone only calls her "Tingna", but I don't care so much, I still call her "Yadan" so that she can know that although she is an outsider She pretends to be so elegant in front of her, but I still know her background! Anyway, we sister and brother are considered to have enmity.She won't even lend me a pen now.She insisted that I didn't care about using her pen at all, and scribbled everywhere. In a word, she just didn't borrow my pen.So I had to pay out of my own pocket, go out and ride my bicycle to the store to buy a pen.We quarreled particularly hard this time, but it's not really who hates each other, just like other brothers and sisters in the world when they quarrel, it's just angry words.

I said that this time I was going to buy a pen by myself. From now on, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me ten thousand times to beg me, and I would never use her broken pen again.She said she wouldn't do that even if the sun came out in the west.She also told me to buy my own pen as soon as possible, and it is best to buy another eraser. She never wants to see my eraser that is as dirty as mud. I pushed open the door angrily, and said loudly, "We'll see, we'll see! I really hate you this time, I hate you! I will never come back again!" My sister said, "That's great, you never come back!"

"You're gonna regret it! You're gonna regret what you said, 'duck'! If I ever die, you're gonna regret it ! " But she said: "Don't worry, I won't. It's too late for me to be happy! Go away and never call me 'duck egg' again!" I slammed the door hard, got on my bike and left. I was hit and killed by a truck. 21 Now I'm "here" and I'm completely out of breath, dead.But what's worse is that I finally said to my sister: "If I die someday, you will definitely regret it!" What's worse is that she also said: "I won't, I'm too happy to be happy!"

I want to see my sister very much now, and I apologize to her for saying that was not my true words.I think she must really want to apologize to me now, saying that what she said was not sincere.I know my sister would never mean that. She must be as sad as I am now. So, now I really want to "go back" to see her, tell her that I really love her, she doesn't have to be so sad, stop crying.Also tell her she can use all my stuff, including all the insects I keep. But it's impossible.There was no way I could "go back".Because I am dead. 22 Now I think, I'm a bit like Arthur, and maybe a little bit like that caveman "woof".Although I don't know what unfulfilled wish "Woooo" has - because when people ask him something, he will only say "Woooo".I'm sure a lot like them, and there's still work to be done.

G I gradually understood that when a person dies, not everything is "finished" or "over". 23 After Arthur left, I began to wander by myself again, thinking about my own affairs as I went.I gradually understood that when a person dies, not everything is "finished" or "over".If that's the case, then all the dead should be in this "other world", but it's definitely not the case.Many people in the past did not stay "here", so they must have "run to" somewhere else, maybe it was the "blue sky", that is, the distant horizon.Presumably I should "run" there too.But whether you can go there or not may depend on whether you can fulfill your unfinished wish, that is to say, complete the things you have not finished.But how do I finish what I haven't done yet?What a nerve-wracking question!

I wandered around for another half day, nodding hello to everyone I met along the way.Although I kept walking, I didn't know where to go. What did I say to Yadan minutes before the truck ran over me! What a silly thing to say, "If I ever die, you're sure to regret it!" You can imagine that one day you die, everyone is very sad, everyone is crying.Especially when you put your little coffin into the grave, everyone will say: Hey, what a little boy!What a little girl!it's a pity! —Although you are occasionally naughty, or annoying. Maybe you've never thought about it this way, but I really did when I was alive.Sometimes when I lie in bed at night, before I fall asleep, I start thinking wildly.What would happen to everyone if I fell asleep and never woke up again?What would they say, how should my parents tell relatives and friends the sad news?

I had fantasies about my own funeral, about flowers, and how no one at my school would believe I was dead.Those classmates who have quarreled with me and fought must be particularly guilty and sad.This is really enough for them!But I found that I had already forgiven them in my heart.Jeffy Donkins, who broke my back, must have been the hardest, because he hasn't had a chance to apologize to me yet.He'd be miserable for months, maybe years, or the rest of his life.Maybe he started treating children kindly, donating his pocket money to charities, helping old ladies cross the street, helping others everywhere—just to reduce the guilt towards me.Grown-ups must be wondering, "What made bad boy Jeffy Donkins so different? How did he become a completely different person. He was almost a saint. He didn't break it when the mother couldn't see it." No more spider legs, no more salt in snails." No one but me will ever know what made Jeffie Donkins such a different person.But I won't tell anyone about it either, because I'm dead.But what an inspiring example! In my fantasy, I once thought that I was just lying quietly in the world of the living.I mean, I'm dead, but I'm there and I can see everybody and hear them cry and keep saying, "Poor Harry, what a boy he is! We There will never be such an outstanding child again!" I am for them So sad because they lost me forever.I can't even imagine how they can survive without me.They might have a meeting to brainstorm what they'd do without me, or they'd buy a lot of beer and drink away their worries. Just the thought of how everyone is mourning your death makes you feel hot all over like you've eaten lots of thick paprika.You feel like a hero in tragedy.It's even better if you're not sick and dying in bed.For example, you sacrificed your life to save a child who fell into the water.Swimming to the shore with a child in your arms, handing the child into the hands of a weeping mother, but dying on the muddy shore due to exhaustion, everyone will put all his admiration on you alone for this .People will erect a monument to you and give you a medal, although you are dead and can't wear it.Even all the local pigeons will come and compete to land on your head. These can be your imagination if you want.No matter how sad people are, you don't feel sad, and you feel perfectly fine all the time.At least that's what I've always imagined.But what about the actual situation?If you don't finish what you haven't done, you will feel bad all the time. 24 In this way, I kept walking in "another world", and kept saying hello to people I met on the road, but my mind was always thinking about what I said to Yadan a few minutes before I was crushed to death by a truck.In general, the people I met on the road were very polite - with the exception of the caveman who said "uuuuuuuuuuu".I said to him: "Hello!" But he just yelled "Wooooooo" at you.But he's like that to everyone, maybe he doesn't understand what I'm saying at all.I nodded to everyone walking towards me, they nodded to me, and then went their separate ways. If you say "Hello!" Others will politely reply: "Hello!" - Of course, there are also many foreigners "here" who do not understand the language, and they can only wave and smile. Yes, they were a very nice bunch of dead people.When you think about it, it's kind of weird.You know, when I was alive, I was a fan of horror movies, and I especially liked to read novels about ghosts, such as ghosts stretching out a hand from the ground, grabbing your leg, and pulling people into a pit all at once. plot.The titles of those books always have words like "creepy", "ghost in the graveyard", "killer crawling out of the coffin". But in reality, the "people" here are nothing like that.Although there are a few "people" here who seem a little weird, they are generally normal and will never pull your legs for no reason and drag you into a pit.I've walked countless miles in the "other world" and still haven't seen a pit.There are trees, fences and fields everywhere, just like "hometown".In addition, there are some strange-looking benches "here" on which you can sit for a while and enjoy the surrounding scenery. But there's no "creepy mummy" here, absolutely nothing.If you don't believe me, you'll have to imagine your long-dead grandmother, or someone else.How could she run back and grab your leg and drag you into the pit if she was so kind that she wouldn't even scare the flies away!If she can "go back" (of course, it is not impossible, I will tell you about this in a moment), she will only tell you to wear more clothes, don't catch cold, and don't forget to wear a scarf.But can you make a horror story out of that? —Let’s say your grandma is resurrected, and I’m here to tell you don’t forget to wear a scarf and gloves, and be careful not to freeze.I can't figure out how this could be made into a horror movie. I was walking anxiously in "another world", definitely not a stroll.I wish I could find a way to "go back" even for a little while, to turn the clock back a few notches, so that I could live for a while longer.I don't mean to go back and live it all over again, but I just want to go back 10 minutes so that the last words I say to "Yadan" can be: "Goodbye, Yadan! I love you!" or "Although we just fought Fight, but you are still my good sister, Yadan!" Or it doesn't matter if you don't say anything, at least it's much better than saying "If I die someday, you will definitely regret it". So I've been wandering in "another world" without knowing what to do or where to go.Because the "other world" is not at all like the world you live in.In "Another World" it's like you're hiking in the country.But you have no destination, no camp for a picnic.You don't know where you are going.When you're alive, go out for a walk and you'll know you'll be home sooner or later.But in the "other world" it's not the same thing at all. In "another world", there is only journey, no destination.There isn't a real map here either, and while you're never really lost, you never know exactly where you are either.If you look for someone like Arthur, you probably never will. with.But if you don't want to find someone, those people can always meet you.The only place with an exact place name is "the other side of the sky blue".But I can't get anywhere, and it doesn't look like I'm ready to go there. No matter how I wander around here, I will never meet my sister, and I will not be able to tell her what is in my heart.I don't know how long I have to walk like this, minutes, hours, or days.But now I decided to sit down and rest for a while.Just sit on a bench by the side of the road, enjoy the view of the sunset, and enjoy the sunset that never sets. As I sat down on the bench, I noticed a small brass plaque from the spirit world embedded in the back of the chair, not unlike what is seen on Earth.I don’t know if you have noticed before, but in the open space of the park or on the seashore, someone will pay to repair some of these chairs for everyone to rest on. The chairs are engraved with words or embedded with a small metal plaque to commemorate their dead relatives. . On the chair I'm sitting on is written: miss our georgina She liked the view of the hill very much during her lifetime Donor: Her whole family Next to me was a chair with something similar written on it: miss all those People who have set out and are running towards the goal Donors: All those still waiting, wandering I don't quite understand what is "already set out" and what is "running towards the goal". Where are these people heading?It's really like a mystery. 25 I was sitting alone on a bench and suddenly found I had company again!Arthur came again, in the same hat and rags. He greeted me first: "Hi, how are you?" "Not bad," I asked him. "Did you find your mother?" "Not yet," Arthur answered me. "Looked at a few who might be her. But when I got closer, none of them had lost a button. I'm sure my mother must be missing a button. She must have Find me somewhere, just like I am looking for him. I know she is missing a button, and she must know that I have a button. This is the only proof of our recognition." "But, Arthur, how can you guarantee that she must still be here instead of running to...you know what I mean." He made a face at me, almost annoyed. "Never," he insisted, "she won't do that. She won't do that until she finds me. She's going to wait for me and look around until she finds me." "But, I think—" "Impossible," said Arthur confidently, "she won't. And I won't go until I find her." Say no more to Arthur, I think Arthur and his mother, me and Jardin, and many other people wandering in the "other world" are the ones left with unfinished business.I was reminded of the words on the little bronze medal: "Missing all those who have set out and rushed to the goal".I kind of understand now that in order to go somewhere, you have to finish what you didn't finish, or you have to stay here— I can only wait and see. Arthur jumped up suddenly. "Tell you, buddy!" His eyes lit up, and he grinned, "Let's go for a walk in the world!" "What are you talking about? You don't mean to be haunted." Arthur said, "I mean be a wandering ghost." "Ghost?!" I was startled. "That's right, we're not ghosts or something." Arthur laughed, "Hurry up, you can go back whenever you want! That would be fun. Come with me." I wanted to go back, but I wanted to go back and live again for a few minutes so I could apologize to my sister, not to be a ghost. "But, Arthur, I think, will it work?" "Of course I can, come with me? Choose" Arthur walked away. But I'm still a little hesitant. "Come on—" He stopped and called me. "I don't know how to get there, and how to get back?" I still haven't made up my mind. "Don't think so much, you can do it, it's very simple. Come on!" Arthur urged me again. To be a ghost, I would rather not be a ghost.Honestly, I don't like ghosts at all.But "going back" is a pretty good thing. I can go and see how everyone is doing without me and what happened. Arthur got impatient with waiting, "Hurry up, if you don't move, I will leave alone!" But I still haven't decided what to do, whether to go with him or not. "What are you afraid of! It's okay, nothing will happen." "Arthur, if we go back, I mean, when do we get there? Bud I mean, are we all ghosts when we get there?" Arthur heard my question and almost bent over with a smile: "Ghosts! Of course we are all ghosts, we are not ghosts or what! Harry, we are all dead, aren't we? Buds are all dead." I have to admit, we're all ghosts, and we're all in "another world" right now.But if we're out of "the other world," we're still ghosts... "I'm leaving!" Arthur issued an ultimatum, "Will you follow me or not? This is the last chance!" I was still a little hesitant, Arthur had already started to run.At this time, I suddenly thought of Yadan, my mother, my father, and many people I knew before.I suddenly felt a special desire to see them again.Maybe I'll never see them again, and even if they're dead, I probably won't be able to find them.At this moment, I made up my mind and ran after Arthur, "Here I come!" "Wait, Arthur, I'm going with you!" Arthur stopped and waited for me to follow him.Then they headed to the "world of the living" together.