chapter 73 hysteria

I probably knew who it was, and I didn't ask him. I waited for him to continue.

"It's more likely that I want to call you sister..." Before he was halfway through his words, the phone rang again. He looked at me helplessly, took out the phone that had just been put in his bag and picked it up. This time, his tone was a little gentler, but it was not a good attitude. "I'm in the hospital, accompanying her. No, don't talk nonsense. Are you fucking crazy!!!" Xiao Yi suddenly roared at the phone and scared me, and I tightened my fingers and grasped the quilt. He knew that he had lost his temper and took the phone to the corridor.

After he went out, I also followed him out, with my ears close to the back of the door.

I don't know why I did this, and I was directly told that what I heard next would catch me off guard.

Xiao Yi's voice echoed in the corridor, which was very empty and clear. Word by word powerfully bumped into my heart, "Yes! You also know that you have so much resemblance to her! Well, whatever you say, don't call me in the future. A bitch just called and said the same thing as you! What about you when I'm on you?! How cheap and coquettish are you? Aren't you famous enough at school? I'm your blessing, and I think highly of you! It doesn't matter. You can change your phone immediately or go abroad to study. Am I crazy?! I think you are crazy. Do you think you are Wu Mengmeng?! You are not Wu Mengmeng! You also know that she is your good friend. Why didn't you help her at that time? You know... Forget it, saying so much is equivalent to farting! No more! Goodbye, oh, no! Not seen! What?! Are you coming to the hospital?! If you dare to tell her, in other words, if the person she knows is you..."

What and what?!

I know he said so much that one of her must be me, but she doesn't know who she refers to...

And who are you calling? Isn't it Zhang Jie? Wu Mengmeng's good friend?! What else? It's so complicated. To be honest, it's really hard to understand...

And what he said about studying abroad, is he cheating on the person on the phone or is it real? I'm just wondering why he didn't cry or make any noise or express any regret when I said I was going to England. Is my aunt really going to send him with me?!

What's going on? Why can't you understand it at all? Or has he already planned it...

I was thinking about the context of this matter when the door was suddenly knocked open, and I, who was hiding behind the door, hit the ground without any effort.

Xiaoyi looked at me in surprise for a while, quickly helped me up from the ground and asked angrily, "What are you doing!!!"

I was already thrown into a lot of meat, and he roared that my tears surged out, "I just want to see you... Why didn't you come back after answering the phone for so long? As a result, as soon as you got to the door, you came in..."

Xiaoyi stared at me and got me to lie down and cover the quilt. "Sister, I'm going out and I'll be back in a moment. Don't run around lying in the hospital by yourself. I'll buy you what you want to eat.

Are you going out?!!

My God, first of all, although I have never been afraid of ghosts, I still have a little fear in the hospital where I jumped off a building every day a few days ago. What's more, what your mother said when she left? When a woman called, you threw your sister away. You really did it.

"Hey, what should I do if you leave? Am I scared alone in the hospital?

I grabbed his hand and didn't let it go.

The man also simply handed me the hot iPad he had just played with. "You play first, I'll be back in a minute. How old are you? What the hell are you afraid of? But I really heard that this hospital is not very peaceful. Anyway, it's OK if you don't go out. All right, all right, I'll bring you steamed vermicelli roll when I come back later. I'll go early and come back early. I won't talk to you.

After saying that, he turned his head to leave, and the moment his finger touched the doorknap...

"Xiao Yi, I'm sorry."

He didn't look back or make any pauses, as if he didn't hear my nonsense. He quickly went out and closed the door.

Gradually, the sound of his footsteps disappeared.

I looked at the main background of his iPad, which was taken by our aunt in their yard together last year. I put my arms around his shoulder, and he put his arms around my waist and smiled at the camera. At that time, when I was 17 years old, when he was 15 years old, he seemed to have fully the posture of an older brother. We wore the parent-child clothes that our aunt bought for the three of us. They were all the same. The white T-shirt was a huge peach heart on the chest. Because there are only two of us in this photo, it is inevitably regarded as a couple of lovers who want to show off their happiness in the world.

The emotion of smiling wantonly at the camera can be seen at a glance. It's happy, but it's not a lover.

My fingers touched Xiaoyi's cheek on the screen. It was always such a thin face, but the sun was daunting. I said that I remember his face when he was young. No matter how time goes by, I will always remember it.

Even when he is old, only wrinkles and vicissitudes are left to cover his innocent face.

I will still remember what he looked like when he was 17 years old, or in other words, my serious impression of him will always stay at the age of 17.

Maybe it's just Xiao Yi, because he is Zhang Xunyi, so I will remember my younger brother so clearly.

I will also remember what he looked like when he was 17 years old, and I even forgot what I looked like when I was 17 years old.

I forgot whether I had long hair that was as perpendicular to my waist as I am now, and I also forgot whether I liked to eat spicy food like to stay up late until dawn, I don't like breakfast, I like to eat supper, I like everything related to darkness, I hate light, I hate getting close to the sun, and all light spots.

But what I always remember is that the hidden darkness and stubbornness in my character are as innate as ever.

My fingertips are up, drawing lines along the facial contour of Xiaoyi on the screen. I want to copy his appearance in the bottom of my heart and slip to eternity as a negative.

Tears hit the fingertips unincently, blurring the traces that have just been connected. The stars of the water just blurred our cheeks. I began to wonder whether the blur was blurred in my sight or in another space. I couldn't see.

I remember that a few days ago, I saw the world of death drawn by an oil painter who miraculously woke up after becoming a vegetable after a car accident.

Perhaps it is the world of his death, which is completely different from what I imagined. Although the tone is gray, there is no lack of richness of color. I saw a man in a black cloak standing alone on the sand dunes in the boundless desert. His face was a skeleton and his eyes were full of maggots. His fingers were only bones left, and his fingers were on his face, as if he were controlling some kind of despair, but he couldn't help it. That kind of despair comes from the heart. It not only exists in the picture, but also floats away the picture frame and affects people's thinking and emotions.

When I saw the picture, I covered my mouth and couldn't believe that the world of death would be like this.

I thought it would be a relief, but I didn't expect that it was a deeper despair than despair. It was annihilation and there was no end.

I drag the mouse to see the next one. That picture can't see the time clearly. You can only see that there is no half a star, the moon, the sun or anything that can be illuminated in the gray sky. The tone of this picture is not as rich as the upper secondary color. It almost completely uses different shades of gray to complete the whole work, but the picture is not monotonous, which shocked me. The picture is almost occupied by a boat made of unknown materials, which is full of stones. In front of the boat stood a huge stone tablet. In front of the stone tablet, there was a worn small sail. On the tablet was a skeleton that did not know whether it was a corpse or a skeleton integrated with the stone tablet. It turned its back to my sight. I clearly saw the protruding lines on his back. There was a big hole in its head. That hole was the most The existence of light color.

Is

bright?

I don't know.

I wiped the tears on the screen, put the iPad aside, lifted the quilt and sat up from **.

Although I'm scared, I still feel that my ward is too depressing. It's better to go out and meet a group of ghosts to talk about the weather and talk about the stock market.

I staggered out in my slippers, and the lights in the corridor were wide open. The light from the bright incandescent lamp did not make me feel a trace of warmth or illumination at the end of this cold summer, and I walked forward aimlessly. The sound of kicking feet is particularly harsh on a quiet night, just like the prelude to the arrival of ghosts in various ghost films.

I couldn't walk through the long corridor. On the way, I met a nurse. She looked at me strangely and said, "Oh, aren't you the new patient today? If you are not feeling well, don't run around. Go back as soon as you walk.

I smiled at her and nodded.

Then a person continued to walk forward. When I walked to the end of the corridor, which was the hospital's service desk, I actually saw a familiar figure. With a lot of invoices or something in his hand, he stood in front of the payment desk, frowning, and looked very in a bad mood.

What's going on?

Is someone in his family also sick? Then yesterday...

Thinking that I was not so open-minded yesterday, I took out my empty wallet and thought it was a duck. I regret it now.

"Chen Yi." I slowly walked behind him and called him gently.

He turned around in consternity and was shocked when he saw me standing in front of him in a sick suit with a bloodless face. He smiled at me with a tired face, "Baby, what a coincidence."