Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Fly Like a Bird

Chapter 3 Fly Like a Bird h Now I have to run as hard as I can to catch up with Arthur in front of me. 26 To be honest, I don't like being a ghost on earth at all.I don't find haunting fun at all.There must be a limit to joking with the mood, and at least not hurting others.I mean, for example, you are watching TV, or doing some daydreaming, suddenly your sister or your brother yelled in your ear: "The ghost is coming!" and you jumped up in fright, or It doesn't matter what other ugly appearances.But when you are concentrating on your homework, or making a model airplane carefully, at this time someone comes quietly behind you and suddenly yells.That was a disaster!Sure to ruin what you're doing.

Going back to the "world of the living", I feel like I'm going to be haunted, just like the kind of "troublemakers" written in the book, smashing teacups and bowls all over the room, grabbing people's hats and flying all over the sky - I I don't think it's any fun to play tricks on people and make them scared and make a fool of themselves.In fact, it would be a fool to do such troublesome things! I've always wondered about those ghosts, why they always whistle in the old house and throw thermos bottles out of the window.I really feel that the brains of those ghosts are filled with water, why can't they grow up, and go to do some serious things!As a kid, it's okay to be a little bit bad, just kidding, but it's kind of weird for a guy to live to be over 900 years old and still do it.At least they should find something to do that matches their age.

27 I later found out that things were not at all what I had imagined.Because many ghosts are not here to make trouble, they are here to complete the things they have not finished, such as me.And the ghost really does wander, really, the ghost can wander in his past time. But I didn't know these until later, and now I have to run desperately to catch up with Arthur in front. As I ran, I wondered about the hauntings of the ghosts, and thought it best that Arthur didn't take me to some troublemaker.I wish Arthur wasn't such a ghost.But I don't have to worry too much, anyway, I'll know what's going on in a while.

Arthur knows "the other world" like the back of his hand, think he has been here for more than 150 years!Of course, there may be no time at all here. I count the time in the "world of the living". We seemed to be running towards the big "clerk's desk", and he looked around as he ran.It was his habit, always looking for new paths or corners--he hadn't walked before.If he finds it, he will say, "I haven't tried this road yet, I have to go and see"; or "Maybe she is on this road, I can find her today!" Keep touching that pearl button.You know he misses his mother again, but also starts to worry about whether he will ever find his mother.

His saying "I can find her today" is a bit funny, because in "the other world", there is no concept of sky at all.The golden-red sun never really sets, the sky never gets dark, and only a touch of blue can be seen on the far horizon. 28 Arthur and I kept running to the "clerk's desk".But I found that all the "people" are going in the opposite direction to us. "Are we going in the wrong direction? Arthur!" I was a little worried. "Where!" When he answered me, his legs never rested for a moment, "We walk differently from others. We didn't go wrong, it's just that we walked differently."

I saw another group of "people" from a distance. Unlike us, they seemed to have nothing to do.They all looked peaceful and peaceful. "Where are those people going?" I asked Arthur. He looked at me a little dismissively.But he must have immediately remembered that I had just died and didn’t know anything yet, so he told me, “There’s no need to ask, let’s go to the other side of the sky blue!” "Oh, I see," I pretended to understand, "they all went to the other side of the sky blue." I really wanted to find out what was going on, but I held back from asking.

29 Come to think of it, that's probably the best word I can use to describe this.It is to think hard on your own, and to broadcast your thoughts, just like a radio broadcasting a signal, I hope you can receive my signal! Since I died, I've had a lot of time to think, and to pass the time.I thought about a lot of things that I never thought about when I was alive, but I found that many things that I took for granted have become very strange. Take writing books and making up stories, where do those stories come from?Those who make up stories always say, "I suddenly had an idea, and then I had a very good story. These plots just popped up on their own, and the stories were all made up by themselves."

These words are often said by those writers and so on, and I quite believe them, but where do these stories come from? When something comes out, there must be a place for it to come out.I guess there must be many "people" like me who live in "another world" and it's us who tell the stories to those writers.Instead of taking a pen and a piece of paper and handing them a story, we're like a radio station.We send our signal out, and maybe an adult or a child picks it up.The recipient may be a gentleman or a wife; it may be a boy or a girl.I don't know how to be more precise, anyway, things should generally be like this.At least I firmly believe in this, I don't know how you look at this matter.

30 When I was alive, I especially wanted to understand these things.Why don't ghosts often come back to show their spirits, such as saying, "Uncle Norman greets you", "Aunt Beryl told you that you can forget everything but don't forget to feed the pigeons".In fact, the ghosts have said everything, but you didn't listen carefully, didn't you? Didn't ghosts like me tell you about the "other world" long ago?Didn't I tell you about the man behind the desk, the sun that never sets, and the blue sky?Didn't I say it?You should "tune the station", "align the channel", and listen carefully!

Well, let's not talk about these.Arthur and I were close to the desk, the way "back" was there.The queue at the desk is still long, longer than before.The guy behind the desk seemed busier and more annoying. "Name!" he called out to each new "person" who came before him, "address, phone number to contact in case of emergency." "I'm dead, how can there be another emergency!" said the woman at the front of the line curtly, "I'm dead, aren't I? My emergency is over." The man behind the desk stared at her. "The system," he said, "it's the system. This is how the paperwork is done every day, and it's what's required in the computer."

"Your system is a stupid system, isn't it? Your daily paperwork is a stupid daily paperwork, and your computer is a stupid computer!" "Even if it is, but this system is not stipulated by me. I just implement it, implement it!" The lady was still relentless: "You are a nonsense idiot—" Judging by her appearance, she probably used to be a teacher or principal. "Well, ma'am, please listen to me—" the man behind the desk began again. "Hey!" Arthur whispered to me at this moment, "while he's distracted, let's run!" As he spoke, he slipped between the desk and the quarreling wife, and I followed closely. Follow him and get into the crowd who are queuing. The man behind the desk must have seen us. "Hey! You two stop for me! Do you hear me, stop for me! You are going in the wrong direction, come back to me!" But we ran away without looking back. Arthur said to me, "Leave him alone, Harry, it's all right. He won't come after us, and he's never allowed to leave the desk." "Stop them!" the man behind the desk was still shouting. "You people in line, stop them, stop those two little boys!" But no one listened to him.None of the "people" could figure out what was going on.It's no wonder they, they are all newcomers and don't understand things here at all.They must have been confused by what was in front of them, and no one came out to stop us.Because they were all deluded, some of them died for only a minute or two, and they didn't know what was going on. I what!We are flying! ! —I opened my eyes. 31 do you know?If you were dead, what would be the first thought that enters your mind?First, you're bound to think, "Where am I?" Then you look around and you find yourself in a long line, waiting to register at a big desk.Then you can be sure that you are dead.You feel that you are dead, it is as simple as you feel that you are thirsty, you are hungry, it is that simple, it is not complicated at all. Some people may have to post for a while, thinking to themselves: "Where am I now? What's wrong with me?" But most "people" will line up honestly, and then ask the person standing in front what happened .They'll patiently explain to you, "Dude, you're dead. You're done, you know? It means your time is up, it's over. But don't be sad, don't worry, we're all dead .We're all in the same boat." At this time, you will enter the second stage, doubt, not believing that this is true. "Dead, me? Impossible! I haven't finished my homework yet!" "I haven't gone for a walk with the dog!" "What should I do with my deposit in the bank that is due soon?" In fact, you don’t have to worry about your money. It’s like people often say, money is something you don’t bring with you when you die, but you don’t take it with you when you die. You "take away" the money and bring it to "another world", and it is of no use at all.There isn't even a store here, really, you can't even find a store here.Anyway, this is the second stage, doubt: "I? Dead? Impossible." After this stage, the third stage is to adapt to the reality, and the fourth stage is to feel sorry for yourself for a while, recall the life you have lived, and say goodbye to everyone you know in your heart.When you've done these things, you'll feel comfortable and at peace, so you can hit the road and head for that "blue sky". But the last two stages are a hurdle for some "people", and it is not so easy to pass.Me, Arthur, and that caveman, "Whoah," are all "people."We can't "run" to that place yet, because we haven't finished what we haven't done, that is to say, we still have unfulfilled wishes, which I remember telling you. 32 "Hi! Hi!" The person sitting behind the desk kept yelling: "You two come back to me, come back! Talk about you, those two children!" But we didn't even pay attention to him, we ran non-stop, and soon ran out of his sight. Arthur was running ahead of me, his outdated old clothes with all their embellishments, a liability.He also had to press his hands on his big hat to keep it from falling off.Don't look at his weird look, he still runs fast, I can just keep up with him. We were going so fast I didn't even notice the cliff ahead.Arthur didn't tell me there was a cliff ahead.We ran to the end of the line of people waiting to register and came around a corner.As soon as we turned the corner, there was no road ahead.Not only is there no road, there is nothing left.I mean, there's nothing left, nothing at all!It's not like "nothing to do" or "no TV to watch" that you used to say when you were alive—it's nothing.It was like falling off a cliff, and there was nothing, no lights, no shadows—nothing. But we were running so fast that we couldn't stop and couldn't stop.We ran around the corner and suddenly fell into the void.I just kept falling and falling, grabbing the pedals, but couldn't touch anything.I yelled in terror as loud as I could. "Help! Help, help! Come on, I'm dying! Help!" I admit, I was a bit silly for yelling that, but I did yell "Help" and I yelled, "I'm dying!". For me, I will never die again, because I am already dead.In fact, you see, there are many benefits to death, not all bad things, at least you don't have to die again.Plus, you'll never have to do the laundry, get hurt, or take endless piano lessons.You only have to die once and never have to worry about dying again, which is a great thing! "Help!" I was still yelling, "Help, Arthur, help!" I kept my eyes shut, waiting for myself to hit the ground hard. But apart from my own shouting, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and I couldn't even hear the wind that I brought when I fell, because it seemed that there was no wind at all, nothing at all.Suddenly I heard a burst of laughter. I really want to open my eyes to see it, but I still dare not.I always feel like I'm going to hit something.I forgot that I was dead long ago and nothing could hurt me anymore. The laughter came again, but not quite the same as before.But it wasn't one of those vicious giggles that come from the devil in hell.At least I know I'm not going to hell.I gradually recognized that it was Arthur's laugh, probably he was happy to be dead, I guess. I feel like we haven't fallen at all. what!We are flying! ! —I opened my eyes. I fly where I used to live, and we fly above it, flying freely like birds.It's amazing!That was the best feeling in the world!