Wang Jiexiang stood in the living room of the old house, and the old clock right in front of her struck the time on time.
"Clang—clang—"
There were seven beeps in total.
The time was set back to seven o'clock in the evening before sunset.
Wang Jiexiang went out to lead the car, and rode to the road leading to No. 2 Middle School explored in the last week.
The sweat on her body was gone, and her clothes were no longer sticky, but her exhaustion did not disappear at all.
Going to Yin Xian's school has to go through several sections of uphill, the wind blows her cheeks, the surrounding area is so empty, but the air entering the chest cavity is pitifully thin.
Wang Jiexiang breathed with her mouth and looked ahead.
The ears can hear the sound of stepping on the pedals, the pounding heartbeat, and the sound of hard breathing.
Can you make it? She was calculating in her head.
If I leave the house at seven o'clock, I don't go the wrong way, and if it's not far from home to the newspaper, it's five minutes.
It takes 15 minutes for the newspaper to arrive at the school, and it takes about 7:20 to arrive at the school.
Yin Xian, the security belt, left the school at 7:30 and arrived at the hospital around 8:00.
In the first week, the nurse came home and she knocked on the door, what time was it
At that time, the nurse looked at the clock, and she said that Yin Xian would go home later.
The evening self-study get out of class ends at 8:30, walking home is twice as slow as her cycling, and it takes him to go home after 9:00. Therefore, the nurse arrived home at about nine o'clock, and then calculated further, the time of grandfather's death was in the early eight o'clock, less than half past eight.
Time is too tight.
She guessed the latest time of death, grandpa may have passed earlier.
In this way, as long as there is a slight delay on the road, Yin Xian will not be able to see his grandfather for the last time.
Wang Jiexiang stepped on the bicycle to the limit of its speed.
She was also stepping on the downhill, without braking at all. The light of the setting sun faded little by little, and she was chased by the light, sweat broke out and wet her back again.
Arriving at the security booth of No. 2 Middle School, Wang Jiexiang jumped out of the car and knocked on the window vigorously.
"I am Yin Xian's family member in Class 1, Grade 3. The old man is seriously ill and is about to pass away. Please call Yin Xian for me. I want to take him away."
Sweat poured out layer by layer from her head, she spoke the whole sentence in one breath, beads of sweat dripped from her forehead to her chin.
The security guard stared blankly at her, and Wang Jiexiang reacted: "Oh yes, you still need a leave note, and I'll write it to you now. Go and call someone, please hurry up."
The sun left the land silently, and the moon and stars replaced it in the sky.
The street lights were turned on, and Yin Xian appeared with a schoolbag on his back.
Wang Jiexiang wiped his sweat with a paper towel in the security booth, saw him from a distance, and beckoned him to come.
Her little boy still looked unfamiliar to her.
Wang Jiexiang knew what he was going to say in the first sentence, and before he could ask, she answered first: "I am your distant sister. Grandpa is dying. I will drive you to the hospital."
Needless to say anything else.
She got on the bicycle, and he came over and sat quietly in the back seat.
"You hold my waist."
Yin Xian did not follow suit immediately.
"Be good, I can ride steadily this way."
She stepped on the pedals, and two thin white arms wrapped around her waist.
tired.
really tired.
The feet did not seem to be my own, from soreness to pain, and then I lost consciousness.
The thighs were like two boiled noodles, they were still limp when I tried hard. Step on and step on, the soft legs will melt at any time, fall to the ground, and be stirred into the wheels of the car.
Riding to the hospital, Yin Xian and Wang Jiexiang did not talk to each other along the way.
She rode the bike directly to the gate of the outpatient hall.
Climbing down from the bicycle seat, Wang Jiexiang tilted her legs and fell to the ground.
Yin Xian stretched out his hand to support her, but was thrown down by her.
"elder sister… "
"I can hold on a little longer," she said out of breath, supporting her body as if picking up a heavy bag of cement: "Let's go, let's go together."
In the outpatient hall, Yin Xian's mother did not appear.
Here's the good news...
Grandpa Yin Xian lives in the Respiratory Department, on the third floor.
Wang Jiexiang stared at Yin Xian with stars in his eyes, while climbing the stairs, he beat his chest and coughed violently.
When we arrived at the ward, the nurse's station was quiet, and there was no one on duty.
Wang Jiexiang, who had recovered a bit, swallowed and looked at Yin Xian.
He stared at the empty corridor with a hesitant expression: "Is grandpa here?"
In reality, Yin Xian did not see his grandfather for the last time.
But this is not reality, his spiritual world, what he believes is reasonable.
so…
"Yes." Wang Jiexiang said.
She held out her hand to him.
His four-year-old has bad guys he can't get rid of.
"Run, Yin Xian." She grabbed the little baby's hand, and they ran together.
He is eight years old and has no close friends.
"Come on, follow me." Blocking his exercise book, she firmly interlocked her fingers with him.
Fifteen-year-old Yin Xian also chose to trust the person in front of him and put his hand into hers.
They clasped their hands.
Wang Jiexiang opened a nearby ward.
Like a miracle, like magic...
There was a voice in the ward.
Inside the door, stood the nurse and Yin Xian's mother, and a skinny old man was lying on the hospital bed.
He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and when he heard the door open, his cloudy eyes turned to the door.
The little boy beside him walked to his bedside.
The old man smiled at him, lightly.
Yin Xian's eyes filled with tears.
With his red nose on his face, he smiled softly at grandpa.
In the wooden house, Yin Xian's bedside table had a photo of him and his grandfather.
The two faced the camera, the old man smiled happily, and the child had similar smiling eyes to him, showing small canine teeth, and a bright and innocent smile.
Wang Jiexiang breathed a sigh of relief and retreated outside the door.
In the corridor, she found a chair and sat down.
After hours of cycling, I finally had a place to rest. She yawned big, leaning her back against the wall, thinking about squinting for a while.
Limbs were weak, her head was tilted to one side as if filled with lead, and her breathing became even.
Someone's voice came from the ear.
"Fat."
Sleepiness stuck her firmly to the chair, unable to move.
"The stupidest fat."
Her mouth was moving, her eyelashes were wet with tears, and Wang Jiexiang didn't understand what she wanted to say.
That man was a nuisance, a heck of a nuisance.
She felt wronged.
He treated her badly, scolding her for being stupid, stupid, and abusing good people, it was really ugly.
He is always so fierce, with a cold tone.
She is already very wronged.
It's not uncomfortable to be hugged and coaxed by him, and to hide in his arms.
Miss him very much.
In fact, I think about it every day.
"Don't break up, okay?"
She murmured coquettishly.
"I won't be stupid anymore."
…
When she woke up again, it was Yin Xian who woke her up.
"Sister?" He shook her arm.
Wang Jiexiang raised her sleepy eyelids, the sun was so bright.
Isn't bedtime a chair in a hospital hallway
Now…
There was a big tree overhead, and she was sitting on a bench under the tree.
Bowing her head, her original clothes changed into a long black dress. And Yin Xian's clothes are different, he is also all in black.
"Where are we?"
Wang Jiexiang didn't wake up, she looked left and right at her body, with a silly expression on her face.
"Funeral home," the boy sighed and looked at the crowd: "Grandpa was cremated today."
A circle of people surrounded the mourning hall, all dressed in black.
"It's all you... all our relatives?"
Yin Xian nodded.
Almost all his relatives are background people.
Yin Xian didn't recognize them, they didn't recognize Yin Xian.
In the background, people are huddled together, greeting each other lively.
The staff of the funeral home came out of the main hall and shouted to the outside: "It's time, the main relatives come in."
Wang Jiexiang patted Yin Xian's shoulder: "You go."
He stood up, and she followed him, blending into other background people outside the mourning hall, pretending to be his relatives.
There is a paper pavilion in the middle of the main hall.
Yin Xian, his mother, and several uncles and aunts bowed around the paper house.
After their ceremony, the staff poured something into the paper pavilion.
"What's the shower?" Someone asked.
"Oil." The staff member replied.
The paper house is covered and pushed into the incinerator.
"Say—" There was a deep falling sound.
The relatives seemed to realize that death was coming, and there were a few sobs in the crowd.
The cries were loudest in the main hall.
Yin Xian, who was not crying, was an outlier. He stood in the corner with a deadpan expression, his side face looked too calm.
The crying people comforted each other with teary eyes.
He cast his eyes on Wang Jiexiang.
She was looking at him, and their eyes met.
Yin Xian came out to look for her.
"Are you hungry?" Wang Jiexiang asked him.
He shook his head.
"Oh," she said, "I'm hungry, so please treat me to dinner."
There is nothing to eat near the funeral home.
They walked around, only to find a small shop selling some simple baked meatballs, grilled sausages and tea eggs.
Yin Xian rummaged through his pockets and scraped together five yuan.
"Why is it five yuan again?"
Wang Jiexiang was disgusted, and took all the money without mercy.
She ordered five skewers of grilled meatballs, and sat on the bench under the tree with Yin Xian.
"You eat too."
Wang Jiexiang handed him a bunch of meatballs.
She stuffed two balls in her mouth, her cheeks bulged into two symmetrical circles, and she chewed with gusto.
Yin Xian didn't answer.
There is a deep black shadow under his eyes, obviously not in the mood to eat.
When Wang Jiexiang raised his hand, the ball touched his lips.
"You touched the ball, you have to eat it."
He took the bamboo stick she had stuffed, took a bite of the meatball, and put it down again.
Wang Jiexiang didn't look at him, and ate on his own.
"If you have something you can't figure out, you can say it, and I'm listening."
Yin Xian twirled the bamboo stick and remained silent for a long time.
When she thought he was not going to speak for a long time, he spoke.
"Sister," he asked, "what is death?"
Wang Jiexiang thought about it and said.
"Death is the soul leaving the body and going somewhere else."
"Heaven?"
"right."
He looked at her with confusion in his eyes: "What is heaven like?"
Jie Xiang looked at the sky, her tone was as gentle as a dream: "It's the most beautiful place in our fantasy."
"Then what if... the soul is unwilling to part with the world?"
"Have regrets for the world, and the souls who pay for their sins will wander in Lingbo Prison."
"Can they finally go to heaven too?"
"Yes," she replied earnestly, "wait for the regrets of the world."
Yin Xian took a deep breath.
Raise the bamboo stick in your hand and finish eating the meatballs.
People go out of the main hall of the mourning hall.
Relatives received a small urn for ashes.
The person walking in front held up a black umbrella, and the person walking beside held the portrait.
The photo of the old man is black and white, and he looks serious in the photo.
No one cries anymore.
The sorrow of the world evaporates completely.
The soul doesn't stay here either.
Yin Xian cast his gaze to the sky.
Clouds are free.
Wang Jiexiang tossed the bamboo skewers for the roasted meatballs, and there was a pink pocket hanging beside the trash can.
Xiaodou's appearance was too familiar, she grabbed it without thinking about it.
This is the bag that Rabbit Yinxian is carrying...
She unzipped her bag.
Bunny keychain!
The key to the rental house is still there.
Seemingly having a premonition, Wang Jiexiang turned around immediately.
The clouds in the sky were like shredded pieces of paper, falling towards the boy one after another.
He is wrapped in clouds.
She ran over, trying to tear off pieces of cottony white.
After a long time, the cloud and mist dispersed automatically.
Before him was the emptiness of night.
Wang Jiexiang returned to Little Rabbit Island again.