old man

He was woken up by the sound of the TV, and when he woke up, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

It was freezing cold, and his feet were cold outside the blanket.

Once again fell asleep without noticing.

The old man's neck was very stiff, he coughed a few times, his temples hurt, he probably had a cold.

He turned off the TV, went back to his room, and glanced at his phone.

No messages, no missed calls, nothing.

The old man was lying on the bed, wrapping himself tightly in the quilt.He had just had a dream, dreaming of his brother.

In the dream, he was also on the sofa. His younger brother looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

He was wearing a vest worn by an old man, and said with a smile that he liked the smell.

The old man said jokingly, just a broken vest, next time I will buy a new one for my younger brother.

The younger brother shook his head and shouted, I want this one.

With the ice cream in his hand, he took a mouthful with a spoon and fed it to the old man's mouth.Then he tilted his head and said, "Why are you crying?"

In the dream, the old man touched his face, and suddenly said: "Probably because, I know I'm dreaming."

And then...he woke up.

There was no more of his brother's things at home, so he packed them up and put them in a room where his brother had hardly slept.

He went to his younger brother's school and helped people drop out.

In the past two years, he basically didn't sleep well.I also saw a psychiatrist, and the doctor prescribed medicine for him.

The medicine made people feel muddled and uncomfortable.Later, the old man didn't eat much.

He lost nearly twenty catties, and when his younger brother was still around, he still had some flesh.For example, when talking nonsense on the bed, the younger brother said that he liked his butt and wanted to feed him fatter.

The old man buried his face deeply in the pillow, he thought, it would be great if he could dream again.

The younger brother died.

Died two years ago.

While talking to him, he was hit by a car.The front windows of the car were all broken, and my brother was thrown high and fell heavily.

It was full of blood, that's what he saw on the surveillance camera.

Diqian fainted from crying behind him. When the old man went to identify the corpse, he turned the unrecognizable corpse over and over again, hoping to recognize different details.

But no, he recognized every mole on the corpse.There is even a scar left on the index finger of my younger brother when he first learned to cook.

The old man woke up on time at eight o'clock.He puts on his suit, which no longer fits well and is empty.

He smoothed every inch of wrinkle, then smiled in the mirror.He went to have his hair cut and bought a bouquet of flowers.

The weather is not so good, it is raining.The old man didn't bring an umbrella, and when he got out of the taxi, he covered his head with his hands in vain.

By the time I got to the tomb, I was already soaked through.

The old man coughed a few more times, each time getting heavier. He tried his best to open his face covered in rain, thinking, this time he probably had a bad cold.

He should take good care of himself, or else...

He carefully placed the flowers in his hand in front of the grave.I took out a box of ice cream from the bag, pointed at the tombstone, and smiled gently: "Otherwise, who will bring you something you want to eat? I dreamed about you last night. It's so rare... You never show up easily I was in a dream. Forgive me, okay, I think..." He struggled to swallow his choked sobs: "I want to dream of you a few more times."