27th Accidental Death Report

Probably the formation of each kind of emotion is like the whole process of wine making.

Gradually fermented from the purest embryo until it became turbid, and then mixed with years of emotional accumulation, or suppressed hard, or pretended to turn a blind eye, or accidentally found an opportunity to erupt, suddenly the wind blows through the hall, the mountain torrent drains, and in an instant In an instant, he broke through the last line of defense he held in his heart.As a result, the turbid wine was finally clarified, and the feelings were also changed from ignorance to clarity. After a little taste, it was sweet and moving, drunk and charming.

But when you close your eyes, you feel like a wanderer wandering on the edge of a cliff, knowing that one step ahead is the abyss, but you are locked by the treasure at the bottom of the cliff, and you are reluctant to give up and leave .

Too hard, you think bitterly, whether to hold on or give up.

The autumn sunlight is so gentle, it sneaks in through the gap in the curtain, sneaks up on your cuffs, and then lightly outlines a few strands of thread that have been lifted up because the cufflinks have been dropped, and you pluck them lightly, Suddenly feel lonely.

The house is really quiet, you can't even hear the sound of water drops falling, and the roads and streets downstairs are no longer noisy in the early morning. You feel as if you have been abandoned by the world and forgotten in this corner.And once such thoughts appear, they are hard to hold back and make people more anxious.

You pursed your lips, got up and went to the living room to find cigarettes.

27 times of rebirth, you have been trapped in this vicious circle for nearly 7 years, repeating and reappearing, those disturbing trifles, those feelings that can never be expressed, and strange ways of death...

You feel that you may not be able to hold on anymore... It is too tiring to live like this, and it is better to die than to live.

But are you willing to ask yourself?Not reconciled, not at all reconciled!The fire in my heart is burning, as if it is about to burn you, it burns your lungs, tears your soul, you are like a tortured soul in hell, you can't rest every day.

I want to hug him desperately, press him against the wall, and kiss his forehead, the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, his lips...I want to get everything about him.

You think you're probably going crazy, or you've already gone crazy.

You rushed to the balcony, pulled open the window, and lit the cigarette you just picked up just now with trembling hands. As the sparks ignited, the smell of smoke scattered, you exhaled foul breath, and the taut string slowly loosened.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, you feel extremely bewildered.You didn't smoke before, but with each rebirth, your smoking addiction became more and more serious, because only it can relieve the trembling and anxiety that death after death brings to your mind.You think you might be sick.

You don't know if there is something wrong with Lin Yuyao in this world, his existence seems to always disturb your mind, or it is like a strategy game, different choices will give different answers, this time because you don't plan to take back the company, So it triggered Lin Yuyao to come to eat at home?Then lead to the branch line of visiting the sick, and then express their hearts to each other. Is the society harmonious?

You sneered, thinking that it was stupid of you to open your mind so much.

However, when he took out the lighter from his pocket, it seemed that he took out another gadget.You walked over and picked up the paper frog, and after you evened it out, you remembered that it was a travel leaflet stuffed in your hand at the door the last time you went to the supermarket to buy vegetables.

A tree with falling pink petals is printed on it, and the words of the Japanese hot spring resort 7-day luxury pure play group, and the words "special price 6999!" and "special price" are printed in big red, and they are specially bolded... ...

This isn't propaganda, it's intimidation, right?You look at the list and think silently.But I was a little moved in my heart. Thinking about it this way, you studied the list carefully again, arranged visas, airport transfers, three meals a day, and two tour guides to accompany you all the way... Oh, you don’t need to move at all. Use your brain as a strategy!Good news for lazy people!Simply not great!

In the end, you excitedly called the travel agency directly, made a decision on the phone, and agreed to pay for the passport at the store in the afternoon.

You ordered a takeaway for lunch, and you hurriedly finished eating and then drove to the store of the travel agency.

The address is written at the bottom of the leaflet, No. 17 Yongwu Road, and you smile when you see it.

No. 16 Yongwu Road is the gallery opened by your father before his death. It is also your favorite place besides the osmanthus trees and benches in the park. It also sold your first self-portrait here.

Because there is a private small exhibition hall, which is full of portraits drawn by your father to you and your mother, as well as your unintentional works.There is also a studio next to the small exhibition hall, which is specially prepared by your father for you to practice painting, so that he can supervise your painting at any time.

You really like this place very much. On the one hand, you are impressed by the moving process of painting from the simplest to complete; This is a very interesting thing, which has the elegant taste of Yuanming's "building a hut in a human environment without the noise of cars and horses".

When you come out after paying for your passport at the travel social, and stand at the door of the closed gallery, you will feel a feeling of closeness to your hometown. All kinds of pictures from the past are like a revolving lantern, flashing in your mind one by one.

I opened the door with a key, and there was not much dust, because a cleaning company was asked to clean it regularly.Turn on the light, the soft light shines, depicting a world that is indifferent to the world, the interior furnishings are the same as before, but no one has been there for a long time, it looks very cold.

You look at the familiar paintings and the familiar placements, but you suddenly feel that you are living a ridiculous life.The living remember and mourn but the dead know nothing. The world calls it sustenance, so where is your sustenance and redemption?The answer may be ready to come out, but no one wants to give it the courage to face it directly, let alone love, you probably still can't believe that there is a pure existence, and the more people understand, the more painful it is.

All the way to the small exhibition hall, only some of your own paintings are left, and you have put away your father's paintings since his death.The paintings you made when you were young seem to be full of tension now, unlike now, it seems that you can't even lift the brush, you sigh.

You didn't stay in the gallery for too long. The past is certainly worth remembering, but the present always pushes people forward without stopping for a moment.Living in the present is very bitter, but living in the past can only continue to regret and add to the body, and the depression will never end.Looking forward, it may be very comforting words.

You turn around a few times, carefully close the door, and get ready to drive home.

There are no cars on the elevated road, and the road is smooth, but when you get off the elevated road and change lanes and prepare to turn left, you see a white Honda rushing down from the elevated road straight towards you from the corner of your vision in the rearview mirror. The sense of crisis after the first rebirth makes you give up the left turn decisively, and directly increase the accelerator and rush through the red light.

Fortunately, there were no traffic police on the road, and there were not many cars. You and the Honda behind you were chasing each other. You ran through countless red lights along the way, which obviously seriously violated the core values ​​​​of socialism.So when a luxury car that was driving crookedly and fast, obviously drunk driving came from the opposite direction and knocked you into a flower bed, you actually reflected that you shouldn't be because of the If it can't die, it will expand.

Then you see with blood on your head, the young man next door who seems to be the owner of the Honda car comes over with a smile, looking at you excitedly from the broken window, his lips move slightly, and you can vaguely hear him talking when the window is open , "Do you like my little gift? Although only half of it was given, what a pity!" His face was full of regret.Then he also broke the glass on the window of your passenger seat, picked up your mobile phone, and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road with a "bang".

"Scumbag, this person..." You persisted in your speechless mood until the second before you fainted. In the end, you didn't know whether you passed out because of excessive blood loss, or because you were fainted by anger. Wondering what to do with the tour group I just signed up for, and I don’t know if I can get a refund...

In short, the world finally quieted down.