27th Accidental Death Report

After tidying up your sleep-wrinkled clothes and heading back to the car with pillows and blankets in your arms, you feel hungry.After thinking about it, I decided to go to the supermarket to do some shopping, and make a good meal at home to appease my stomach.

There were not many people in the supermarket at noon. As soon as I entered the door, I was issued a list in my hand.You glanced at it briefly and saw that it was a flyer from a travel agency. Without thinking much, you folded a frog and stuffed it into your pocket.

Walking all the way to the fresh food section, you choose a medium-sized salmon, take a pack of pine nuts with you, and plan to make sweet and sour mandarin fish.When I got to the vegetable and fruit section, I took another handful of greens and two potatoes, and then excitedly checked out and went home.

By the time the rice is cooked and the dishes are finished, it is already one o'clock in the afternoon.You hold the bowl, pick up the chopsticks and taste the sweet and sour salmon, it’s too sweet, you think silently; take another bite of shredded potatoes, it’s too sour, probably too much vinegar.There are also green vegetables that I haven’t tried, but your high mood is a little sluggish, you put down the bowl and chopsticks, and suddenly lose the interest to eat.

Just as I was thinking about ordering a takeaway, the doorbell rang.You got up and thought about it, but you didn't guess who would visit you at this time. After all, your company is about to go bankrupt, and now you have no idea of ​​turning the tide. The official bankruptcy is just a matter of whether it is announced sooner or later.And the person behind you doesn't seem to want to help you, he even contributed to your misfortune.So at this stall, probably no one will look at the things behind you eagerly, trying to get up like flies.

In short, you didn't come up with a reason, so you simply went to open the door.Even if the kid next door wants to kill you early, it doesn't matter, because you have already summed up an experience in the first 26 times, you will never die before January 1th, otherwise, you will definitely die on January 27th, Normal, abnormal, aggrieved, speechless, miraculous... All kinds of fancy ways of dying have already opened your eyes many times.

The moment you opened the door, you suddenly saw that person appear in front of your eyes, and then your heart trembled twice.

The person in front of him is sitting in a wheelchair, sitting alone at the door, his face is pale, his lips are unnaturally purple because of congenital heart disease, his face is beautiful, but because of the inherent sickness on his body, it makes people feel uncomfortable. There is only a little bit of fresh air, and there is only a trace of coolness rushing up from behind in his heart, and he looks like a sexy ghost.

Although you know what he looks like, his appearance and aura still have a strong impact on people for a moment, and you don't know why you always have an inexplicable sense of fear towards him.And even though you have made up your mind to resign, today's behavior of skipping work and releasing his pigeons on impulse today makes you a little shy.

"Uncle, uncle..." Thinking that he might come to ask you about his crimes, you start to get nervous, stuttering, and then stand awkwardly at the door, not knowing what to say for a while good.

He didn't speak, and stared at you with those dark eyes that seemed impermeable to any light. After a long while, he said, "I haven't eaten," with a hoarse voice that doesn't speak often.

You were at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer his words.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He seemed to see your embarrassment, and took the initiative to continue what he said just now.

You nodded numbly, walked out the door and pushed him in.Looking at the swirls of his soft hair, you suddenly feel unbelievable. This person is only 5 years older than you, but you always seem to be cramped like a child in front of him.No, not only you, many people are afraid of him, respect and fear.You know, those people who once swarmed up like flies just wanted to see him once or twice through your relationship with him. If you are lucky enough to get his favor, it will be a blessing in three lifetimes.

But he is so fragile, and his sickly and weak appearance always makes people feel sadistic for no reason, making people feel that one hand can break his neck.

But the strange thing is that in the first 26 times, he never showed up at this time. Could it be because he didn't go to work today?There are thousands of thoughts in a moment, and I can't figure out why.

You lowered your eyelashes, collected all your thoughts, pushed him to the dining table, and asked him in a low voice, "There is no food, can you eat? Do you want to cook a bowl of porridge for you?"

He accepted your kindness, and you wanted to push him into the living room, but he waved his hand at you, gesturing that you don't need it, so you let him go, turned and went into the kitchen to cook porridge.

After you finish washing the rice, put the rice in the water, cover the pressure cooker, adjust the temperature, and walk out of the kitchen, only to find him still in the dining room.He turned his back to you, looking up at something.You followed his gaze and saw a photo of you and your parents hanging on the opposite wall.

It was taken on your [-]th birthday, when my mother put down all her work and made you a big cake at home; my father didn’t go to the gallery either, but cooked longevity noodles and a meal that suits you dinner.Although you didn't invite your peers to celebrate your birthday at home, you thought it was a really happy day. Later, when you were cutting the cake, your father even set up a tripod to take many "ugly photos" of you.The one hanging on the wall is one of them. In the photo, the candlelight shines on your childish face covered with cream. Your mother looks at you tenderly, and your father looks at your mother tenderly. Everything is the best.

You looked at the photo and lost your mind without knowing it. When you regained your senses, you saw him staring at you again with deep eyes. You lowered your head uncomfortably and explained: "Porridge, it will be ready in a while." ..."

"Hmm," he responded lightly.

You quietly raised your head and saw him still staring at you from the corner of your eye, feeling even more uncomfortable, "I, I'll go see if the porridge is ready." Then you used a lame excuse to escape from the awkward atmosphere.

Back in the kitchen, your face gradually turned cold, and you walked to the window, the glass reflected your complicated expression.Through the window, you can see the blue sky, and there are birds flying across the sky, singing loudly.This window is like a cage, trapping you; this world is also like a cage, trapping birds and everyone.You stared into the distance until the sound of the pressure cooker came, this time, the porridge was really cooked.

You brought the porridge to the dining table, but he didn't stay in the dining room any longer. After thinking about it, you took the dishes back to the kitchen and heated them up.Then I found him in the living room, he was flipping through a photo album, the delicate and gentle light in the afternoon swirled on his fair and slender fingers, so beautiful, you were fascinated for a while.

He was good, you always knew that.But God is so fair, it not only gave him endless wealth, superior family status, and proud abilities, but also gave him a fragile heart, endless pain and suffering, and a life that may disappear at any time .

"Porridge, it's all right", until he looked at you, you didn't react from the thoughts that came up for no reason.

You push him to the dining table, remove a chair, help him adjust the height of the wheelchair, put the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and sit down next to him.Seeing you handing him the bowl and chopsticks, and then sitting next to him, his brows seemed to soften a lot, you thought you were wrong, but you didn't think about it.

He dined gracefully, even though his body only allowed him to sit in a wheelchair, he did not lose any of his grace and etiquette.Maybe he was really hungry. He finished half a bowl of porridge and three chopsticks of green vegetables. You, who know how much he eats on weekdays, are also very surprised.

After he watched you clean up the dishes, you sent him downstairs, and sure enough, you saw two rows of bodyguards and Wang Zeshui, the housekeeper who was in charge of taking care of him, waiting at the door. Wang Zeshui nodded to you.You directly handed over the wheelchair to Butler Wang, and said goodbye to him with a crisp gesture.He looked at you without saying a word, and finally signaled Steward Wang to leave with his eyes.

You were seeing off at the door, and when you saw Butler Wang pushing him to turn right, he suddenly turned his head and looked at you.The afternoon sun was still very good, scorching hot, such dazzling sunlight caressed his brows and eyes, twirling down, and the color was boundless for a while.And you suddenly disregarded etiquette, turned around and hid in the building, trying to avoid his gaze, so you didn't see his suddenly dark expression after you left.

You don't know why you avoided making eye contact with him, and today you really seem to be simply like uncle and nephew having a meal together.He didn't talk about work, bankruptcy, or the missed meeting in the morning. He seemed to forgive you for all your willful and unreasonable troubles like an elder.You even think that it would be great if you really only had a simple relationship, instead of fighting to the death like two crickets in the mall.Oh no, maybe he just crushed you unilaterally.

In the evening, after writing and handing out your resignation letter, you are going to finish dinner with the leftover porridge cooked at noon and the green vegetables that can make uncle the "picky eater" eat three chopsticks.So you put a green vegetable into your mouth, and within three seconds you spit it out again with a blank face, and dumped all the three dishes cooked at noon into the trash can, and then drank a bowl of porridge with a dull face, Didn't want to post any thoughts on greens currently sitting in the trash.

The ghost knows how he swallowed three chopsticks, you think so.