This idea came out of the blue, and after it popped up, I couldn't hold it back.
I have never thought about the question "where does the soul come from and where does it go?" It is like the wonderful question of where does human consciousness come from and how thoughts are generated? It seems that there is no answer at all, and it is impossible. There are answers.
Wu Ling was silent for a while and then said: "No one has answered this question yet."
I also fell silent.
Wu Ling abruptly brought the topic back, "In short, the current situation is roughly like this. We can't solve these troubles from the root cause, but your ability is a hope. If something unexpected happens to you later, then It’s not that all hope is lost.”
"You mean, if I die, I can still be saved while I maintain my soul state, right?" The corner of my mouth twitched.
"Yes." Wu Ling said frankly, neither joking nor encouraging.
I could only say "Oh" dryly.
If I were actually stuck in that situation, I don't know how I would react. No matter how you think about it, it will not be a pleasant thing. Like Ye Xin, I will gradually give up all attempts and become a ghost that no one can find.
After hanging up the phone with Wu Ling, I packed my things, checked the time, and went out to pick up my sister.
She has returned from abroad and is going to attend Yi Huan's funeral today.
Several girls made an appointment to go together, come back together, and disbanded in front of their junior high school.
I walked over and had some memories of my junior high school days. However, most of them are fragments of memories, one or two sentences from teachers or classmates, one or two interesting things, and those memories of Yi Huan.
I arrived a little late, and when I arrived at the entrance of the junior high school, I only saw my sister alone.
"Are they all gone?" I jogged a few steps and arrived in front of my sister.
My sister said "Yeah", still in a very low mood.
It is also because of this that I proposed that we, brother and sister, eat out tonight and have a barbecue to feel the popularity and smoke.
The barbecue restaurant I chose was a self-service barbecue near the junior high school. The price was mid-range and the business was very good. Even before I entered the store, I could already feel the "popularity" and "smoke".
I reserved a seat, right by the window, and could see the busy vendors on the small road outside.
My sister's expression became much more relaxed, and she directed me to get several plates of meat.
"No vegetarian food today." My sister said firmly.
"Okay." I followed suit and gave her slices of barbecue.
The pork belly is sizzling with oil, and the aroma comes out quickly.
After eating a few pieces, my sister said, "Brother, I want to drink."
"Okay." I still agreed, went to the place where I got the food and poured two large glasses of beer back.
My sister drank half of it in one gulp.
I didn't stop her and continued to grill her.
The younger sister stared at the rolled-up pieces of meat for a while, and then said softly: "Brother, Yi Huan is just gone..."
Her voice was a little soft, muffled by the noisy people around her. There was a large table in the corner. It seemed that a group of students were celebrating. Someone stood up with a wine glass and said something loudly.
"I know." I heard my sister's words, but I didn't know how to comfort her.
My sister picked up the chopsticks, ate the meat viciously, and drank a lot of beer from the can. Her cheeks quickly turned red.
Suddenly, she stopped and put her hands on the table.
"We didn't dare to tell her parents that she was traveling with us," the younger sister said. "Her parents cried a lot. They looked like people in their seventies or eighties... Her relatives said, While she was in the hospital, her parents stayed with her all day long, and she collapsed at that time. They also said that if it had been delayed a little longer, they wouldn't know who would die first..." Her sister's eyes were red.
I still don't know what to say.
Yi Huan did not say goodbye to her parents, but went on a final trip with her friends. In the eyes of uninformed people, this is really heartless and unfilial. As the person who knows Yi Huan's situation best during that time, I know that she was hit by her parents first before she turned to her friends. If the people who knew that she was in a coma and hospitalized and that she would die soon were her friends, and the people who didn't know were her parents, the current situation might be changed.
Not everyone can accept the death of a loved one and become a ghost.
My sister wiped her eyes and continued to eat hard.
I had no choice but to accompany him silently.
While I was roasting her third plate of beef, a boy came over.
I looked up and saw him with a smile on his face, standing at our table and looking at his sister.
"Beauty, can you give me your contact information?" the boy asked, turning slightly sideways, making a begging gesture with his hands clasped together, and lowering his voice, "Please, we are playing a game, you can give me whatever you want..."
Before he finished speaking, someone from the table over there shouted: "Yu Jiaming, don't cheat!"
The boy immediately turned around and said, "Ah, it was you who shouted! Foul!"
They quarreled first, and the boy said sorry and returned to their table. There seems to be a penalty for drinking.
The younger sister turned to look over, then looked back.
I looked at them a few more times and didn't take them seriously.
After eating this meal for more than two hours, my sister kept talking and went to the toilet several times. When it was time to leave, she could hardly stand up.
I had to help her out.
"You have reached the highest level of buffet." I teased.
The younger sister covered her mouth and waved her other hand.
"Go back and take some digestive medicine." I held her whole body.
Overeating is of course not advisable, but all the blood in her body must have flowed to her stomach now, and her brain was numbed by alcohol, so she no longer looked as disappointed as before.
Halfway through the walk, she grabbed my arm and pointed to the convenience store next to her, "I want to eat ice cream... um... ice cream, vanilla."
"You're really going to throw up if you keep eating." I held her back.
Let's vent, let's vent, and don't torture yourself to death.
My sister seemed to be under the influence of alcohol. She tugged on my clothes and was about to walk into the convenience store. I had to hold her staggering.
When the convenience store clerk heard the sound at the door, he raised his head and said "Welcome." After his eyes fell on us, his expression changed slightly.
I guess she misunderstood.
"Brother, this!" My sister was already dragging me and calling.
The clerk's expression didn't change for the better.
I couldn't control that much, so I could only help my sister to the freezer.
My sister was almost pressed against the glass door of the freezer.
"Well... this... this..." She scratched her fingers on the glass door, but she still didn't make a decision.
"Okay, let's go home. We still have ice cream at home." I coaxed her.
She turned around and asked drunkenly: "Really?"
"Really." I answered in the affirmative.
She stared at me suspiciously for a long time before nodding vigorously.
When I dragged her out, she staggered, so I could only bend down and pick her up.
My sister hooked her hands around my neck and suddenly said, "Brother, you haven't turned your back on me for a long time."
"You have grown up. I used to carry you on my back when you were a child, and you even rode me on a big horse." I said.
This is not to brag to coax her.
There is a slight age difference between the two of us. Our parents were both older when they gave birth to my sister, and when we were growing up, it was around the time when brother-control and sister-control were popular online. As a younger generation who has been surfing the Internet since childhood, my sister used to torment me a lot at that time.
The sister on the back giggled and slid down.
I raised my hand to hold it up and exhaled, "You have really grown up and become dead weight."
My sister slapped me on the head angrily, "Go, go, go!"
Not long after I walked, I heard the noise behind me. When I looked back, I saw the table of students walking over.