"Yazi, don't scare people, don't make jokes..." I clung to the brick wall of the tomb and had no way to retreat.
I have never seen Dou Sprout like this before. It's not that his appearance has changed, but his eyes and temperament have changed.
Dou Sprout put the dead monkey body aside and lowered his head to talk to himself, which sounded like he was singing quietly.
I can't understand, let alone hear clearly.
Dou Sprout raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and softly called my name, "Yunfeng."
After calling my name, he knelt directly on the ground.
"Do you recognize me?"
I hurriedly ran over, grabbed his shoulder, and asked him if he felt anything just now and if he knew what he had done.
Dou Sprout's eyes were dazed, and he slowly turned to look at me.
Sudden!
He grabbed my arm so quickly that I realized it was too late to pull away.
Dou Sprout pushed me down and stuck my neck with his right hand!
My neck is stuck and I can't breathe!
The force coming from Dou Sprout Zai's hand became stronger and stronger, and as he got closer, I could clearly see the bloodshot threads spreading like spider webs in his eyes.
"Put it..." In just one minute, my face turned from red to purple, and it felt like there was a lump of phlegm in my throat that couldn't come out. Dou Sprout lowered his head and looked expressionless, with bangs on his forehead.
It fell down and just covered part of his left eye, while his only remaining right eye was severely bleeding and protruding.
"Red eyes...."
I grabbed his hand and tried to move it away. My legs kicked wildly, and my struggle became smaller and smaller.
There was a moment.
I experienced what it felt like to suffocate to death, but I didn't expect that the person who harmed me was my brother.
I feel like there is a marquee in my mind, spinning constantly in the last moments of my life. Colorful lights illuminate the surrounding space. Many characters and memories appear one after another. Xiaoxuan is holding the big black dog and smiling at me, shaking her head.
I was drinking tea with my cup in my hands. My second brother had his back to me and I couldn’t see his face. Chang Xiaoxia was holding a baby and kneeling in front of a tombstone. Lao Wen was riding an electric tricycle pulling a cart full of old refrigerators.
I looked back and smiled...
The pain in my neck disappeared and I no longer struggled.
Several figures vaguely appeared in front of me, Xiaoxuan was crying, Brother Yu pressed Dou Sprouts hard, Xiaomi's face turned pale... I couldn't tell whether it was reality or memories.
When people are in deep sleep and dreaming, or when they are dying of drowning and suffocation, they sometimes go to another world. They may see their future significant other in their dreams, or they may see their grandparents who passed away when they were young. Later, I had the opportunity
I once paid a visit to a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest practiced Buddhism when he was young and had an orthodox ultimatum. Now he sells his own nine-steamed and nine-tanned sesame balls on Taobao. In addition to the daily expenses of maintaining the Taoist temple, most of the money he earns is donated to the Sichuan Red Cross Society.
On the way to the meeting, he said: "Master Xiang, we monks have a saying about the bardo. The so-called bardo is the temporary separation of consciousness from the body. It is more common in dying people. Science cannot explain everything in this world, just like the relationship between twins.
How does science interpret telepathy? You are already blessed to be alive. Maybe it is the blessings your parents have accumulated for you that you have never met. You should not bear grudges against them for the rest of your life. You should do more good deeds and give back to all sentient beings.
.”
So am I dead?
Of course not. If I die, then this book will be written by a ghost.
On November 14, 2021, I am still alive and well. I had a bowl of fried liver in the morning, and made sixteen fried leek boxes at noon. My stomach hurt all afternoon. I planned to drink a bottle of beer and eat some skewers in the evening.
Be lighter.
...
I lost consciousness in the tomb. When I woke up again, I found myself lying in the tent, covered with several pieces of clothing to keep warm, and Xiaoxuan was lying head down on the ground asleep.
