Last night I saw C hanged in the bedroom again.
I think he actually wanted to prove that he was alive.
For a whole month, I saw him carrying a schoolbag and hanging him in my bedroom every night.
I want to hold him with one hand, but the air is hugged, and then I fall forward.
The moment she fell to the ground, she was pulled back by Aunt Fu.
Every time I wake up, Aunt Fu walks out of the bedroom and cries softly outside.
Why do adults always cry after knowing that I am fine?
After a while, both father and mother came back. They first asked Aunt Fu about my situation, then started to blame each other and quarrel loudly, then their respective phones rang, and then they closed the door. The sound, and finally the sound of the car’s engine.
At this time Aunt Fu walked in and put down a bag.
Today’s bag contains bear cookies, milk, Yu-Gi-Oh and a new PSP.
I took out a wombat biscuit and pressed it under the pillow.
I met C a long time ago.
A heavy fog, mixed with wet rain.
He sat alone on the wooden horse on the square of the community, pedaling hard with his feet in circles. He is carrying an old schoolbag with a big “C” on it.
Aunt Fu told me that when I was young, my parents often took me to ride a wooden horse.
At that time we didn’t have a car and the house was rented. Every weekend, every family brings their children to the square. When the weather is particularly good, the sun shines on our bare arms, allowing us to wave and sit on the wooden horse spinning round and round.
Until after many murders occurred there, or until, after we moved into the big house, that is, until, when everyone stopped talking.
Aunt Fu’s child died when she was young.
At that time, a truck was parked next to the wooden horse. The rope behind it fell off and the children went to play. Who knew that the car started suddenly and the rope was tied around its neck and dragged for tens of meters. .
Aunt Fu has not moved out of the community. She believes that her child is still there, waiting for her.
She wants to be with her child forever.
I have never been afraid of ghosts since I was a child. I feel that people who believe in ghosts have the purest heart. They just hope that some people will alwaysdo not leave.
So no matter what C is, I will not be afraid. I even hope that he can live in my bedroom, accompany me, accompany Aunt Fu, and become a member of our family.
It’s weird, I think so, C followed me back home.
At first it was just a special feeling. When sitting by the edge of the bed, I could feel him standing next to him with his schoolbag on his back. Looking back, I can’t see it, but I don’t know why I feel he is there.
Suddenly I am a little envious of C.
I can feel him even if he is hidden in the air of the room.
But Mom and Dad are around but they may not be able to feel me.
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I tried to talk to him, telling him my feelings, even the secrets hidden deep in my heart.
For example, I actually envy Aunt Fu’s child. If one day I die, my parents will eventually leave me and move into a bigger house, unlike Aunt Fu.
I shared many of my secrets with C, and slowly, he became clear.
Sometimes, you can actually see the outline of a schoolbag.
Until one night I turned over and put my feet on the edge of the bed, as if I had touched something.
What is it? Very familiar feeling, attached to the edge of the bed.
I suddenly reacted, it was C’s finger.
When C becomes real, I am no longer lonely.
I am such a lonely child. When I was in school, I would deliberately break the vase, seal the door lock of the classroom with chewing gum, or push my classmates into the sink.
When Mom and Dad know about it, they will blame each other angrily-all to you, all to you, how many times have you taken care of your children? ! Then came the sound of their respective phones, the sound of closing doors, and the sound of a car’s engine.
I am used to a person living quietly, and maybe one day I will die quietly. When they quarrel for me, even if it is only a short moment, I still feel warm in my heart.
Inside my chest is the loneliest heart in the world.
Not the Pooh and Garfield, not Monkey and Bones, not sunflower and dandelion.
C is a real friend. I said more and more, and my heart became more and more happy.
I quietly told Fu Aunt C. She looked very worried and went to my bedroom more often.
In fact, she couldn’t see C even when she walked in. C seemed to only let me see.
This is a very convincing thing, but Aunt Fu believes it.
Will C be your child? I ask.
No, she smiled and said, my child will not let me invisible.
Can you see your child?
She didn’t answer, put her rough hands on her chest, and smiled sweetly on her face, with a look very similar to the way C listened to me.
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But from the day when parents were preparing for divorce, C died for the first time.
That day, they did not quarrel, did not answer the phone and went out separately, but sat on the sofa.
Sitting far away.
Child, mom and dad may not be together in the future, would you like to follow mom or dad?
This is a difficult question to answer.
Even if there is a soul after death, they will never be together again, because they are separated when they are alive.
Follow Dad, Dad will take you to live at the beach, child.
Is it okay to be with mom? Mom will buy you whatever you want.
You can only buy things, you don’t even go to the parent meeting.
Do you go a lot? Aunt Fu went, maybe you don’t even know about the child’s repetition?
Do you know everything? This kid often talks to himself recently, do you know? Tell you to stay at home, you want to go out, now it’s fine, you get out of me right away!
I go? Why should I go? Please open your eyes and see clearly, how many things in this house did you buy? What’s wrong with talking to yourself? I often talk to myself! After I followed you, I often talk to myself. I tell you I am schizophrenic. What happened to my schizophrenia? Have you finally thought of the child now? At least I know how to buy things for children, so you know how to socialize! To be honest, you know whether you are entertaining or not. What happened to the woman in the club last time—the leader of the superior department? Are there such young leaders? Say it, why don’t you speak anymore?
Tell me, why are you not talking?
Since when have we stopped talking to each other?
I went back to the bedroom amidst the quarrel. At this moment, I saw a rope hanging from the beam of the bedroom.
Stand up, just reaching your neck.
C’s head suddenly fell on meOn his shoulders, he was breathing, cold.
C’s body suddenly leans forward, passes through my body, hangs his head on the rope, and then slumps down without any movement.
Mom and Dad rushed in when they heard my cry. Of course, they didn’t see anything, only I was standing there.
Later, Aunt Fu found a little bear in the corner of my room.
A dilapidated bear toy with a “C” on it carrying an old schoolbag.
The night before going to elementary school, Mom and Dad hadn’t slept all night. They packed things for me, and told me who was so excited about the whole night. Dad put a bottle of milk in my schoolbag, and mother stuffed the little bear in it.
C, is the first letter of the pinyin of my name.
One ordinary morning, my mother and I left our house and the community.
I was checked out to take sedatives for a long time, and my mother said that because my father wanted me to sleep well at night, not to disturb some of his good things.
Why didn’t my father tell me that I would be obedient, as long as he told me, I would be obedient and not leave his side.
As the speeding cars passed by, my mother took my hand and stood by the road. One of them would stop and take us away.
Aunt Fu did not go together, I think she will be here all her life, with her children.
Looking back, the Trojan horse looked vague in the fog.
Squeak, the wooden horse suddenly began to rotate, and the figure of a child was sitting on it, pedaling hard. He was carrying a schoolbag. There seemed to be a letter C on the schoolbag.
Mom’s hand shook, and I found that she was also looking at the Trojan horse.
I put my mother’s hand on my face and said softly:
Can you see it too?