Qi Yuan is dead.
This is the news that Fu Sheng received yesterday.
The funeral will be held in the funeral home, and family, friends and school colleagues will pass.
Fu Sheng and Qi Yuan are both teachers in Wutong High School, and they are teachers in the same grade group. They have a very good relationship. They usually chat together when they are free.
Fu Sheng also knew about Qi Yuan's request for sick leave with his leader the day before yesterday.
He thought that Qi Yuan was just too stressed and wanted to rest for two days, but he didn't expect him to commit suicide by jumping off the building.
In his impression, Qi Yuan was not such a person who would end his life easily.
But this is the fact, and people are already dead, and denial is useless.
At nine o'clock in the morning that day, Fu Sheng followed other colleagues from the school to the funeral home.
Many wreaths were placed outside the mourning hall. Qi Yuan’s wife, Li Nan, received family and friends who came to attend the funeral at the door.
Fu Sheng came to the front of the mourning hall, looked inside, and saw Qi Yuan's photo. After shaking hands with Li Nan, the colleague beside him came to the front of Qi Yuan's photo and bowed to him three times.
Qi Yuan's body was behind the portrait, and colleagues walked slowly, one after another to see him for the last time.
Fu Sheng was the last one of his colleagues to walk into the mourning hall. As soon as he entered, he felt a chill spreading around his body. He didn't think too much, standing in front of Qi Yuan's portrait, bowing, and silently said: "Go well."
After taking a look at Qi Yuan's peaceful body, Fu Sheng couldn't bear it. He went to the pool outside the Lingtai and lit a cigarette.
Later, he heard many people around him talking about why Qi Yuan committed suicide.
It's all meaningless guesses.
There was only one, which aroused his curiosity.
"I heard that on the morning Qi Yuan jumped off the building, he seemed to have been to a place where he was going to do some supernatural office."
"I heard it seems to be related to his sleepwalking recently?"
"Are you saying true?"
Those who say these things are women who like to chew their tongues.
Although Fu Sheng was curious, he didn't take it seriously.
At about ten o'clock, he left the funeral home. On the way back, he thought a lot, thinking that Qi Yuan had said about his own sleepwalking recently when he asked for leave from the leader.
However, if you are sleepwalking, you can go to the hospital. Why should you go to some supernatural office
Fu Sheng shook his head. He couldn't understand this. He himself had some symptoms of sleepwalking in the past week, but he felt that it was all because of distraction, not like sleepwalking.
He didn't bother to think about it. When he recovered, he was already at the school gate.
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School ends at 5:30 in the afternoon, and it is already 6 when Fu Sheng gets off work, and it is already 6:30 when I get home.
He is not a native of Tongzhou and has always been single, so he rented a single apartment to live in.
I ate casually for dinner, and then I have been preparing the content for tomorrow's class. By the time I was finished, it was already 9:30 in the evening.
After washing, he lay down and played with his mobile phone. At about 10:30, he turned off the light and started to sleep.
It's just that when he thinks of Qi Yuan jumping off the building to commit suicide, he always feels empty. Those who ate lunch together two days ago are gone today. Who can suffer from this kind of thing!
But you have to sleep if you can't stand it, after all, you have to go to work tomorrow.
Putting aside the chaotic thoughts, sleepiness gradually came in.
As time passed, the air conditioner was turned on in the room, and it was a bit too cold. He subconsciously wrapped the quilt around his body, and his consciousness sank like diving. I don’t know how long it had passed. There was no movement around him, and all his perceptions were unconscious. Disappear.
He fell asleep quietly.
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"call!"
A cold wind suddenly hit.
"Huh?" Fu Sheng woke up subconsciously, feeling the coldness from his body. In a daze, he thought he was still fucking, and he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull the quilt.
But when he saw the environment in front of him through his eyes, he was stunned.
"Where am I...? No... do you sleepwalking again?" He had sleepwalking twice before, but he had never told anyone about it. This time it seemed to be sleepwalking too.
He looked at the place in front of him suspiciously, it was pitch black, the full moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the lights on the road in the distance seemed dim and distant.
It seemed to be late at night, there were not many cars coming and going on the road, and there was no other movement except the sound of the wind in the silent night.
When the cool breeze hit, he was completely awake.
He wanted to turn his head to see where he was, but he found that when he wanted to move, his neck seemed to be imprisoned and unable to move.
Not only that, he found that his feet and hands, his whole body, and even his eyelids could not be controlled, as if he was like a doll, controlled by others.
"What's the matter? Why can't I move?"
Fu Sheng couldn't understand his current situation. During the previous two sleepwalking, as long as he was awake, he could regain control of his body, but now he can't. Why
And the most entangled thing is that he can't move, but he can feel his body, including the cold, and the pain of the sole of his foot as if he had stepped on a nail.
Just when he wondered why he couldn't move, he noticed that his head was moving, and his gaze began to move down.
His eyes didn't move fast. Through his eyes, he saw a familiar road below, a public bicycle shed on the sidewalk, and a familiar fence and school gate.
"This is... Wutong High School?"
"I, I, I'm on the top of the school?!" Fu Sheng stared at the pitch-black green belt downstairs. He was flustered. He saw where he was. It was the roof of the first teaching building of Wutong High School. .
"Why did I come here?"
He didn't understand how he came to his work place from far away home, and he was still standing on the top of the building!
At this moment, he saw in his sight that his feet without shoes suddenly stepped onto the fence about the height of his knees.
"This is, what is this going to do? Jump off the building?" Fu Sheng panicked.
After that, the other foot also stepped on the fence. On the narrow fence, Fu Sheng's body trembled, as if the wind blew, he would fall downstairs.
"No, you won't really want to jump off the building! Don't! Wake up quickly, wake up quickly!"
He shouted in his heart, but there was no way. His feet began to move and began to move into the air outside the wall.
His heart collapsed to the extreme, and he just wanted to wake up quickly.
Suddenly, at this moment, a strange gust of wind came from the darkness in the distance, and came to him in an instant.
His head suddenly lifted, his gaze aimed at this dark, dark wind.
Fu Sheng saw a pair of dark eyes appear in the yin wind, full of resentment. In a moment, the yin wind hit, and the sound of rubbing against the air seemed to roar, and slammed into Fu Sheng's uncontrollable body.
The force of the collision was not great, and the yin wind passed through his body directly.
Fu Sheng's body couldn't stop this force, and instantly fell back and fell on the concrete floor.
"Ah!" Fu Sheng screamed, clutching his sore butt.
Immediately, he was taken aback, stretched out his hand and touched his head, he found that he could control his body.
He looked around in horror, his eyes full of fear and doubt, and he didn't understand what had happened just now.
(End of this chapter)