Bai Yan blinked in the mirror, and it took a few minutes before his pupils returned to normal, and the blood in his eyes dissipated, revealing light gray pupils.
At this time, the sky is already bright. However, because of the drawn curtains, the room was still very dark.
Bai Yan lay back on the bed again, staring at the ceiling quietly, not wanting to do anything.
He recalled the dream that had just ended, that dream was extremely false, but also extremely real.
In reality, he grew up next to his biological mother. From childhood, he was surrounded by good people who showed him kindness and disgusted him. He also met Wang Ze, a friend who made him particularly disgusted, but he really didn't receive any harsh treatment.
However, compared to the ordinary life that makes him feel uncomfortable, the dream world is more to his taste.
There, he no longer felt out of place, and the whole society was filled with an unusually cold atmosphere. Except for his psychotic adoptive parents, everyone is selfish—there is no family relationship between parents and children, no friendship between friends, and some people are happy to make friends in order to sell them better.
In that environment, he was just an ordinary person, comfortable as a fish in water.
Bai Yan deeply felt that he should belong to that world.
However, the dream woke up.
He should also accept reality.
After trying to understand something, he suddenly felt very boring.
Bai Yan closed his eyes lazily, like a salted fish that has lost his fighting spirit, feeling that his future life has no purpose.
He originally wanted to resurrect Wang Ze, but if Wang Ze looked like that after his resurrection, he might as well lie in the urn and continue to be a pile of unconscious ashes.
He figured it out, the app's so-called making a wish might swallow a person and give him back a ghost.
He had already seen enough ghosts, and there was no point in adding one more.
Bai Yan lay on his back on the bed until noon, without doing anything. After the hottest moment of the sun at noon, he ate something casually and searched in the room.
After searching for about half an hour, he found three books and a bunch of messy little things, all of which he had borrowed from Wang Ze but hadn't returned.
If Wang Ze didn't say anything, he wouldn't take the initiative to pay it back. Over time, he owed so many things.
For Bai Yan, this is perfectly normal. Why should he pay back what he borrowed with his ability
But... Now these things should be returned to their original owners.
Looking at the time, it should be the time when Wang Ze's parents came home from get off work.
Bai Yan changed into thick clothes, covered himself tightly, took a black umbrella, and took a taxi to Wang Ze's parents' home.
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After buying some fruit at the fruit stand, Bai Yan rang the doorbell and waited outside the door for a while, the door creaked open, and there was a woman with gray hair standing at the door.
The old man is Wang Ze's mother. Three months ago, her hair was not as white as this. She pushed her reading glasses and said gently, "Bai Yan, are you here to see Zeze? Come in."
Zhou Mei recognized who Bai Yan was. When Wang Ze was in elementary school, he often took this boy to watch TV at home, and he would spend the whole afternoon watching him.
After junior high school, Bai Yan gradually stopped going to her house to play, but according to Wang Ze's story after returning home, most of the time, the two of them still hang out together.
Until college, the two were inseparable. On the day of the funeral, Bai Yan also attended. As a mother, Zhou Mei naturally knew that the relationship between the two was very good.
After greeting Zhou Mei, Bai Yan stepped into Wang Ze's house, which he hadn't visited for a long time.
After many years, Wang Ze's home still hasn't changed much.
He entered the room with ease and pushed open the door of Wang Ze's room.
Wang Ze's room is spotless, and the layout of the room is as organized as he is.
Bai Yan put the bag full of sundries on the table, turned to Zhou Mei and said, "Suddenly remembered that some things were not returned to Wang Ze, Auntie, I came this time to return things."
Zhou Mei looked into the bag, and there were three books in the transparent plastic bag, one was "The Old Man and the Sea", one was "How the Steel Was Tempered", and the cover of the other book was suppressed by the first two books, so the title of the book could not be read clearly. But she also had some vague impressions.
These three are my son's favorite books, and I have to re-read them every once in a while, because my son likes the feeling of flipping through paper books. These three books were borrowed all at once, and it took so long to return them. This young man's memory is really bad.
Zhou Mei looked at the three books, the titles of which evoked her long and distant memories.
Looking at her son's best friend during his lifetime, Zhou Mei couldn't help but think of the past, when her son was still very young.
At that time, my son liked these books about heroes very much, and couldn't put it down.
Thinking of her son, Zhou Mei couldn't help asking: "Do you also like reading these books? Ze Ze admired the characters in the books when he was a child, and wanted to be like them."
"Fortunately, it's quite interesting." It's just that Wang Ze likes the positive characters in the book, and he likes the villains ABCD who oppose the protagonist in the book.
Zhou Mei is a middle school teacher. Wang Ze likes to read since he was a child, which is also taught by her precepts and deeds.
After chatting with Bai Yan for a while, Zhou Mei was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Recently, I always wonder with my husband, is there something wrong with our education that Zeze is like this.
Sometimes... We really regret it. If we had taught Zeze to be a little more selfish and weak, wouldn't he have rushed out that day and died at such a young age? "
Bai Yan remained silent, he felt a little guilty of Zhou's mother.
When he was young, Wang Ze dragged him to watch the TV show, and Zhou's mother was also an accomplice. At the son's request, Zhou's mother would often call his mother and ask him to stay at Wang Ze's house and watch legal programs all night, which left an extremely serious psychological shadow on his young heart.
In this regard, Bai Yan has nothing to say to Zhou's mother, or he dare not say anything. But he said in his heart that there is of course a problem with your education, and that Wang Ze deserved his death.
Sometimes when he did good deeds, Wang Ze would be scolded by the people who helped him. He still smiled and didn't care about it at all. This kind of person is obviously mentally ill.
Bai Yan felt that in this respect, Wang Ze was purely insane, much more serious than him.
Compared to Wang Ze, who has a brain, he is obviously a normal person!
Of course, Bai Yan thought this way in his heart, but he still didn't express it on the surface. He saw the prince sitting on the sofa, and was worried that the two old copycats would beat him.
The two elders taught and educated people, and they did not stop physical exercise. I heard that Zhou and his mother met when they were practicing Sanda. Now they are old, but they have just passed their fifties. Lian Po is still old and strong, and he doesn't want to challenge the mixed doubles for the time being.
Seeing Zhou's mother's eyes were slightly red, Bai Yan felt that he had finished paying back the things and fulfilled the purpose of this trip, and there was nothing to stay.
So, Bai Yan said goodbye to Zhou's mother, and was sent out of the gate by Zhou's mother.
After closing the door, Zhou's mother could no longer restrain her missing son, and cried softly.
Except on the day of the funeral, when outsiders were around, she never cried loudly, nor did she deliberately mention her son's death. She didn't want to repeat it over and over again like Mrs. Xianglin, it would only be annoying.
The son was a person who brought happiness to people during his lifetime. Although his departure made her and her husband very sad, the two of them did not want them to talk about it, so that after the death of the son, there would be a lot of discussion and there would be no peace in his death.
Uncontrollable crying sounded in the house. For the two old people, it was another sleepless night.