Chapter 13 Chapter Four

Near-death experience machine.That thing is called that.Put on the hood and clip the cable and press the start switch, and a death signal is sent to the brain.The brain thinks that the body is dying, so it activates the dying mechanism.All kinds of glorious memories flooded into the mind, and the experience brought to people was more realistic than the current most high-end technology. I don't have to struggle to recall anymore, don't have to worry about not being able to remember certain details at that time, don't have to complain that the memory can't make me feel personally, and don't have to feel sad about the unpleasant events that I recall when recalling.What is experienced in the near-death mechanism is the best part of the past, and the painful ones will be automatically filtered out by the brain.I went to that machine for three minutes every weekend, and it grew to twice a week.Now, I am starting to save consumption points and plan to buy one of those machines to take home.

The phone rang, exactly on time, and my mother and I spoke once a month.On the first Saturday night at eight o'clock. "Hey." "Xiao Suo. Have you eaten yet?" "Well, I ate." "The thing I said last time about returning from the Chinese New Year..." "You also know that I haven't been back for many years. I think it's better for you not to see me, lest you get angry again and hurt yourself." I deliberately said sarcastically.At that time, I was going to marry Xiao Di, but my father disagreed.Because Xiaodi is a bit weird, but I know it's not her fault, it's all my fault.

For the first few days after she disappeared, I waited hopefully at home, expecting to reappear as usual.Time passed a week, a month, half a year.I finally believed she was gone.I ran around the world like crazy, but I couldn't catch her shadow at all, and I lost my job.The family took me in. "I'm angry, and it's not because you found that..." Mother spoke quickly, but the moment she was about to say the name, she stopped talking.Xiaodi is a taboo in my family, they don't want to mention her.During those days when my family took me in, my father helped me find Xiao Di.Although he didn't like her and opposed our marriage, he always wiped my ass and helped me clean up the mess in his characteristic useless and gentle way.Instead of blaming me, he contacted an "old friend" in the newspaper and asked him to help publish the missing person notice.I know that if it weren't for this incident, my father would never want to contact that person again.He ran around for me, and then one day...

"Yes, it's all my fault, it's all my fault! If Dad hadn't helped me find her, I wouldn't have gone out that day, I wouldn't have crossed that road, and I wouldn't have run into that damn fast car! "I yelled and cried, I know it's my fault, but Mom, can this be the reason you hate me to this day?I didn't mean to, I love Dad too. "Stop talking." The mother on the other end of the phone began to sob softly. She loved her father very much. Although I couldn't empathize with her, I guessed that maybe it was as much as I loved Xiaodi.After my father died, she cried and complained every day, accusing me from head to toe.My mother and I were both poor bereaved souls, and our lives were ruined.She sees me and remembers how bad she is, and I see her too.So, I moved out of the house.Never went back.

"Yeah, it's best for the two of us not to talk. Every time we make a phone call, we have nothing to talk about. Why do we keep calling? I think we can save the phone bill in the future." When I said these words, my heart was a little sore but also with a strange pleasure, I was really useless.I remembered the "Sorry" nickname my high school class gave me.I hate this nickname to death, just like I hate Zeng Heng who always calls me this nickname and dangles in front of me. He was lying on the bed in the dormitory playing a tablet game in the dark, with ten fingers flying nimbly, his eyes never leaving the screen, and he yelled, "Sorry, help me bring a meal to the cafeteria, the lunch box is on my table Remember to ask the cook to put a plastic bag on the lunch box! Ask for dishes with a lot of soup, the kind that can be eaten with bibimbap. Two meat and one vegetarian, don’t bring chicken, I don’t like chicken. It’s better to have beef and pork..."

He looked impatient and impatient, and took out the crumpled homework book: "Sorry, have you finished your homework? Lend me to copy it. What, you just wrote this? What do you do every day?" Ah. Forget it, let’s bring this too, I’ll copy it first.” He took away the materials I was reviewing, and approached me with a flattering face: "Sorry, did you hear what I said? I haven't reviewed the exam tomorrow. Seeing how serious you are, you must be able to master it." Right? When you do the test, remember to spread out the paper and let me have a look, don’t forget, it’s all up to you!"

He changed into his sports clothes, grabbed the football and was about to run out. He looked back at me as if he remembered something and said, "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that a girl asked me to tell me something. I'm going to play here. I can’t walk away, please help me to talk to her, turn left at the school gate, turn left again at the first intersection, and walk forward to a store that sells sports equipment. Hurry up, or it will be too late. Just tell her I'm not interested in her." ... In the face of these self-righteous and bossy demands, I have never said "no".

Because, whether I admit it or not, Zeng Heng was my only friend in middle school besides the reindeer.