It’s not that the young man has never seen dead people. On the contrary, he has seen many lives crushed by poverty, aging, ignorance, violence, madness, and despair. They may have died in different ways, but in the end they all turned into the same color and texture as the bluestone paving the way. They were gray, cold, damp, silent, and like these stones, they eventually returned to dust and soil to dust.
So, when he suddenly raised his head and saw swaying tree shadows not far away, the light moved with the shadows, mottled and blurred, like a dream, a long figure floating in mid-air, swaying, swaying, he could only He just stood there for a moment, then calmly accepted the fact before him.
He stood in the distance for several minutes, but he still didn't see the man's movements stop. I was increasingly surprised that it took so long to commit suicide by hanging, so the process was too painful and too long.
If a person is going to die in one minute, onlookers don't have to feel too much psychological burden. But if he is going to die in ten minutes, how many people can stand by and watch the whole process indifferently?
He finally stepped forward and got closer to the man hanging on the tree.
He heard someone in his heart let out a long sigh of relief.
It turned out to be the wind. His stiff body was like a pendulum. It only needed a slight flicker to make him float. He exiled his soul in this lonely forest, letting the breeze, illiterate, flip through books randomly.
The man in the tree was wearing a neat and decent white Doliang shirt and a gray tunic suit. His trousers were straight and had almost no wrinkles, because his legs would no longer bend, his feet would no longer touch the ground, and they would no longer be stained with dust. His face was also calmer than that of ordinary hanged ghosts. He did not stick out his tongue, glare, or urinate sparsely on the floor.
The temperature in May was not high yet, so this man looked like he had been dead for a few hours at most, as peacefully as if he had fallen asleep.
The young man unconsciously took another step forward. He saw his slender, pale fingers, the edges of his nails trimmed smooth and rounded. The color of her skin was a strange green color, but it looked more delicate and smooth than some of the girls and wives in their village.
What a beautiful and decent dead man. The young man stared at him for a long time, thinking to himself that this was probably the most decent dead person he had ever seen.
This wasn't the first time he saw someone hang himself. A woman in the same village also died in this way, but it was far less honorable than him. His hair is disheveled, his face is as white as paper, his eyes are as protruding as a dead fish, and his tongue is as long as an evil ghost. When everyone carried her out, there was an overwhelming stench. The lower body looked wet, with a large sticky stain on it.
The onlookers, while holding back their disgust, could not hold back their curiosity and moved forward.
"Hey! It's a big ejaculation, it's so disgusting!"
But women always love beauty. If she knew that she would be watched like this after her death, she might want to live and die again.
At least let her comb her hair, put on rosy makeup, change into beautiful clothes, and empty her stomach. Finally, remember to put the rope on the upper part of her neck so as not to break the hyoid bone. The tongue will not fall out of the mouth, and she will be a beautiful and decent female ghost after birth.
Unfortunately, life and death only happen once, and most people have little experience.
After seeing enough, he planned to leave. What a strange person. He is going to rot in the end anyway, so why worry about his image after death? Since there are so many ties, he is willing to let go.
Suddenly, he heard the rustling of the wind mixed with a kitten-like cry. It turns out that there is death and new life in this forest.
He didn't pay attention and continued to walk a few steps forward. Unexpectedly, the sound became increasingly clear, as if it was in a patch of grass in front of him.
This time he heard it clearly. It was not a kitten's cry, but more like a baby's babble. He took a few more steps in that direction, and saw something wrapped in a bright red cloth, squirming in the grass.
A pink-carved baby with two big eyes like grapes opened its hands and kicked its legs toward him.
The young man was frightened and took several steps back. The living are always scarier than the dead. This is true.
He began to regret - where did he have such great curiosity, and he had to come over to see the dead people, just after seeing them, why did he have to go in this direction? Let him hear the kitten's cry and see this living, lonely child.
It doesn't matter if you turn around and leave. This is not your responsibility in the first place. Besides, there is no one else here, only heaven, earth and your conscience know.
He took a step forward. If you heard it, you can't pretend you didn't hear it.
He took another step forward. If you see it, you can't pretend you didn't see it.
Finally, he turned back hard. Those innocent eyes saw his face and gave him a smile as pure as jasmine. He had just seen the most beautiful dead man in the world, and now he saw the most beautiful child in the world.
He did smell the fragrance of jasmine, and it turned out that the child had a jasmine chain wrapped around his wrist. He picked up the wrapped child and immediately realized something was wrong. The baby in his hand was a bit heavy. He had worked as a helper for three years, and he could know the approximate weight of the item without having to use it. The child was at most three months old and would not weigh more than ten pounds, but the package in his hand already weighed more than fifteen pounds.
He felt a hard lump, turned it out and saw that it was a small cloth bag.
There were several document-sized pamphlets on it. Before he could open it to read the contents, something jingling underneath almost blinded him.
Three yellow gold bars!
He opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time. It wasn't until the child imitated him and giggled with his mouth open that he was brought back from the shock.
He swallowed and then remembered that he still had those few pamphlets in his hand.
He opened his student ID card and graduation certificate. The name written on them was Bai Yuyang, born in 1956, and graduated from the Department of Physics of S University. There is also a work certificate, and the service unit written on it is XX Middle School in S City, a professional teacher.
He quickly looked through the remaining documents. The name field on all the documents was filled with "Bai Yuyang", and all the photos looked exactly like the person who was still hanging on the tree at this moment.
He suddenly felt that his blood was rising, and he was about to burst out with anger.
"I take back my previous thoughts, you are so dishonorable! Not only is it dishonorable, it is simply abominable!"
He even wanted to drag the hanged ghost up from the underworld and ask, why do you do this when you can go to such a school, have such a high degree of education, such a good job, wear such good clothes, and have so much money? It's okay for you to do such a thing yourself, but you actually left such a young child here to wait for death?
He was so angry that he held the child and circled around Bai Yuyang, with the concrete corpse dangling in front of his eyes, but at this moment he just wanted to spit on his exquisitely made leather shoes.
Do you know that poor people like us have the ability to study but don’t have the money to go to school, and even those who have the money to go to school don’t have the ability to become decent people? Although you have everything, you have become something worse than a beast. Maybe you really deserve to die.
If you are born into a landlord's family, you can continue to be a landlord. If you are born into an intellectual's family, you can have knowledge. Dragons and dragons will give birth to phoenixes. However, the son of a mouse can only dig holes. But look at what they do, stand behind the counter to collect money, put letters in the mailbox, and sit behind the desk to keep accounts. Is it such a difficult thing? Why them? And why, why can't it be me?
Since you don't know how to live and want to abandon everything, why not lend me your identity and be willing to put on the heavy shell you took off. As long as I have the opportunity to be in my position, I don't believe I will do any worse than others.
…
A rare college student came to Xibao Village. Although he looked a little shy and timid, his smoky gray tunic suit and metal-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose finally convinced them. He said that something happened in his family, his relatives were absent, and his friends betrayed him, so he had no choice but to leave his hometown and come here, hoping to find a stable position in the primary school here.
Although the villagers are quite gossiping about a single young man raising a baby girl alone, as the saying goes, time changes people's hearts. After getting along for a while, they all praised this teacher Bai who didn't know where he came from. He was not only knowledgeable and diligent in his studies, he could often be seen burning the midnight oil reading at night. He was also enthusiastic, patient and responsible with his students, gentle and kind, and even docile. There were some naughty children.
Gradually, the women in the village were willing to teach him how to take care of children. Later, they found that the girl was not only fair and cute, but also had a well-behaved and lovable personality. She rarely cried and sometimes even offered to take care of him.
But soon everyone understood why this child was so well-behaved. When she was four years old, she could still comfort herself that she was just developing slowly. But when she was six or seven years old, other children could write and do math, but this girl had difficulty even speaking.
As a result, the villagers' feelings towards Teacher Bai changed from suspicion and indifference at the beginning, to closeness and respect, and finally to sympathy.
Teacher Bai's mentality adjusted quickly, and everyone felt that he loved his daughter even more than before.
"Okay, my daughter-in-law is now with me." Teacher Bai said with a smile.
He never imagined that his life would take such a dramatic turn. A person with only a junior high school education suddenly became a teacher. Fortunately, at the beginning he only had to teach writing, pronunciation, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. This gave him a chance to breathe, allowing him to gradually stabilize his position and eventually become a qualified teacher. teacher. The more surprising twist in this drama is that he became a father before he got married.
Life is hard as a mistake. But at this moment, the innocent girl like a puppy blinks at you with watery eyes. She can’t understand what you are saying, but she will listen with her ears straightened. She can’t understand what you are doing, but She will stay with you quietly. There are many people in the world of mature people, but she is only you. She is the person who loves you most in this world. In her pure love, you are the only one. .
"Perhaps, I prefer the identity of a father abandoned by you to the identity of a teacher stolen from you. Teacher Bai, thank you." He thought this way.
To be needed, to be respected, to be relied on, to be loved. I feel my every breath, I feel that I am alive.
