That student is a ghost.
What's going on... Look at him still wearing school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, just like he usually looks like when he is on the way to and from school.
But how did he die
I pretended not to see him, and walked to the seat where he was sitting, and he seemed to think that I sat beside him at random.
I glanced sideways, glanced at him secretly, and noticed that there were tears on his face, and there were still black and blue handprints on his chubby cheeks.
There are not many passengers on this bus, including me and the driver, there are only four people, not counting boys.
The car is very quiet, I really want to ask him something, but in this situation, it's not easy to ask him.
As a senior who studied in the same high school as him, and met this year's elementary school boy, he is still in the form of a soul at the moment, so I naturally want to ask him.
The car drove through a few stops, and finally when the next platform was about to arrive, the boy stood up.
He seems to still have the experience of driving in the car when he was alive. When he saw me sitting on his outer seat, he was stunned and wanted to ask me to step aside, but he seemed to realize that he was dead and a ghost. Embarrassed and embarrassed.
I hurriedly pretended to get out of the car too, and walked towards the back door without paying attention to him.
He breathed a sigh of relief and floated from behind me.
This stop is not very far from my home, so I don't think it's a problem to walk back by myself. I didn't notice where this stop was until I got off the bus.
It was the entrance of an old-fashioned community. He just stared blankly at the gate of the community, as well as the two old men in the guard room, hesitated for a while, and didn't go in.
Finally, he lowered his head, drooped his shoulders, and walked in the opposite direction.
I have been paying attention to him quietly, but found that his behavior is a bit weird.
Shouldn't you go home? Or... did you forget the way home
I trotted after him and walked side by side with him.
"Aren't you going home?"
I asked, but the boy didn't answer me, kept his head down, kept silent, very depressed, always crying, his face was wet, and he had never seen it dry before.
He didn't respond, I asked again without giving up, and then he came back to his senses and looked at me stupidly, his eyes were gray and dull.
"You... can you see me?"
He pointed at himself foolishly, and asked in surprise, I was amused by his appearance, but I knew it was not the time to laugh, so I lowered the corners of my mouth.
"Otherwise? Am I talking to the air?"
"you… "
He seemed to want to ask me something again, but I cut him off.
"I don't know what happened when you were alive, but if you die, you can't stay here, you should go where you should go."
The chubby boy looked at me in confusion, and his voice was as low as a mosquito: "Then where should I go?"
I pointed to the ground: "The underworld, that's where you should be. If you stay in the underworld, you will become an evil ghost in a short time."
After hearing what I said, he covered his face with his hands and started to sob.
I felt that the schoolbag on his back began to grow slowly, gradually becoming the size of a hill, and it was about to overwhelm him on the ground.
His whimpering sounded very painful. I really wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how to comfort his young and broken heart.
This junior must have suffered some setbacks before he was alive, otherwise why would he cry like this.
"Only you can see me in this world."
He was crying, and I was shocked by his words. Before I could comfort him, he cried even harder!
"No one can see me, I can't even ask for help!"
"Tell me, I'm listening, what happened to you and why did you die?"
The boy looked at my face and stared at me with unfocused eyes, which made me a little uneasy, but I still strengthened my courage, thinking that he was a student after all, so he would definitely not have any ill intentions towards me.
He was sobbing, like a homeless child, he floated in front of me, and I followed beside me.
"I'm a senior in high school, and I'm going to be in my third year in September. My family told me that if I can't get into college, don't go home!"
He trembled, and began to recall what he had experienced: "They put pressure on me every day. If I fail in the exam, they will beat and kick me. I've had enough, woo woo."
I immediately knew who the "they" he was talking about were his parents
It's normal to be blamed for failing the exam, but you can't hit your child.
Moreover, this boy is already in the third year of high school, so he can be considered an adult. He is 17 or 18 years old. The third year of high school is a high-pressure stage. The way his family treats him will definitely cast a shadow on his heart.
His soul floated to a roadside bench, sat down, lowered his head and muttered: "Even if I got a good grade in the exam and improved, they are still not satisfied."
He smiled bitterly at me: "One time I fell from the top three to the tenth place. I didn't have food that day, and I couldn't sleep because of stomach pains all night."
I know that many parents have a flattering saying: dutiful sons are born under the stick, and if they want their children to be successful, they must be beaten and scolded.
Many people can bear it, but this does not mean that all students can accept it.
I also went through the third year of high school, even now in college, I would still say, that time was hell, I think to myself.
Still, his parents were going a little too far.
"Then what happened next?"
I purposely softened my tone so as not to scare him. He glanced at me, turned his eyes away again, and said silently: "I have been bearing it in silence. I study like crazy, and I always want to bring it to my family. A good grade, but I found that my concentration is getting worse and worse, and my memory is getting worse day by day."
"I started to suffer from insomnia. I tossed and turned in bed every night, but I just couldn't fall asleep."
His voice became lower and lower, and stopped abruptly, without continuing.
I have been sitting quietly beside him, looking at him: "What about after that?"
The boy's face was pale, his mouth opened and closed, and he choked up for a long time before he said, "But my parents don't care if I sleep well or eat well. They ask me every day whether I have taken an exam recently and how did I do? Back This is the saying at home, if I fail the exam, I will have no food, and even let me do my homework on my knees."
He raised his head slightly, and the sadness on his face made my heart ache: "On that night, because of a test, I got the lowest grade in the class, and was taught and beaten by my parents. I couldn't help it. I jumped off the twelfth floor."
Hearing this, my heart tightened suddenly.
The voice in my ear did not stop: "I thought that death would free me, but I found that I became a lonely soul, drifting alone in this world, and I have no relief."
He looked at his hands and murmured: "I was drawn by an invisible force, and I have been sitting on the bus that I used to go to and from school every day, going back and forth between home and school in an infinite loop. I want to leave, but I can't."
I know why he can't escape, he, who has become an earth-bound spirit, will naturally be restricted by the region.
I express my sympathy and pity for what happened to him. I have an answer in my heart for his actions during his lifetime.
Under great pressure, he suffered various verbal and behavioral violence, and finally committed suicide by jumping off the building due to the pressure. This is already typical of depression.
What hurts me the most is that he wanted to die with all his heart, mustered up the courage, and got rid of the distress and pressure of being alive. He thought everything would end, but he found that it didn't.
What a despair this was for him!
There is only one reason for him to stay in this world.
That is, he still has obsessions, and his last wish has not been fulfilled.
"Do you have any unfulfilled last wish?" I asked, he looked at me as if thinking, finally shook his head and gave a wry smile.
"I am a student, what wish can I have, and my parents have torn it to pieces if I have one, what last wish can I have."
From his words, I heard the tone of mourning and blame, and I immediately had an answer in my heart: "You are resenting your parents."
I'm using an affirmative tone, not a doubt.
The boy seemed to be poked in the sore spot, jumped up from his seat, and yelled at me: "I didn't! How could I..."
I showed a conciliatory smile and looked at him: "You don't know, you said it in a complaining tone when you were talking about your parents just now, do you hate them for forcing you too much?" Tight, hate them for putting so much pressure on you."
"I… "
"Just tell the truth, yes or no, the reason why you can't get rid of it is because I asked you this point."
I have been talking to him in a very slow and soft voice, just trying to persuade him.
"Have you ever thought that everything your parents do is for your own good. Maybe their methods are a little tough, or even a little too much, but they all have good intentions."
"But it still has a negative impact on you."
He lowered his head, and I continued: "You say you don't complain, but you hate them in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't stay here forever, repeating the behavior of going to and from school, just because they brought you Too much impact."
"The shadow of your life must have been huge, otherwise why would you not even want to go home just now?"
He was silent, raised his head for a long time and asked, "What should I do?"
I smiled at him: "Go home and have a look."
go home? I saw him dodge subconsciously, with a reluctant expression on his face, I patted him on the shoulder, and persuaded: "Go back and have a look, your parents must be very sad when you passed away, they Perhaps I have repented of some things I did to you during my lifetime."
"You should listen to what they say, your knot here may be opened."
I pointed to his chest and said, "There is not much time left for you. Remember, you are a ghost now, not a human being. You should go where you should go and never untie the knot in your heart." , after a while, you will become a demon."
"At that time, you will lose all good knowledge and become a existence that harms others."
In fact, when I finished saying this, I felt a little regretful, and thought of the evil spirit possessing Yun Ya.
Are all evil spirits bad