To Your Island

Wang Jiexiang was standing in the living room of the old house, and the old clock in front of him told the time on time.

"Dang——Dang——"

There were seven sounds 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 the road to the second middle school that he explored last week.

The sweat on her body was gone, her clothes were not sticky, but the tired state was not eliminated.

Going to Yin Xian's school had to go through several uphills. The wind blew across her cheeks. The surroundings were so clear that the air entering the chest cavity was pitiful.

Wang Jiexiang breathed through his mouth and looked ahead.

My ears can hear the sound of my pedaling, the beating of my heart, and the sound of hard breathing.

Can you make it? She calculated in her heart.

Going out at 7 o'clock, no wrong way, not far from home to the newspaper, it counts as five minutes.

When the newspaper arrives at school, it takes 15 minutes to get to school at 7:20.

The security belt came out, starting from the school at 7:30 and arriving at the hospital around 8:00.

In the first week of the program, the caregiver went home and she went to knock on the door.

When the nurse looked at the clock, she said that Yin Xian would go home later.

The end of evening self-study is 8:30, and walking home is twice as slow as her riding a bicycle, and it takes him more than nine o'clock to go home. Therefore, the nurse arrived home at about nine o'clock, and then calculated further, the time of grandpa's death was early eight o'clock, less than eight thirty.

Time is too tight.

She speculated that the latest time to pass away, grandpa may have left earlier.

In this way, as long as there is a slight delay on the road, Yin Xian can't see his grandfather for the last time.

The bicycle has been stepped to the limit of speed by Wang Jiexiang.

She was also stepping on the downhill, not braking at all. The light of the setting sun faded little by little, and she was chased by the light, sweat came out, 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 a family member of Yin Xian in the first grade of the third grade. The old man in the family is seriously ill and is about to pass away. Please help me to call Yin Xian and I will take him away."

The sweat on her head was pouring out in layers, and she said a complete paragraph in one breath, dripping from her forehead to her chin.

The security guard looked at her blankly, and Wang Jiexiang reacted: "Oh yes, you want a fake note, I will write it to you now. Go and call someone, please hurry up."

The sun leaves the land silently, and the moon and stars that replace it hang on the sky.

The street lights up, and Yin Xian, carrying a schoolbag, appears.

Wang Jiexiang wiped his sweat with a paper towel in the security booth, saw him from a distance, and beckoned him to come.

Her young boy still looks strange to her.

Wang Jiexiang knew what he was going to say in the first sentence. Before he could ask, he answered: "I am your distant sister. Grandpa is not working. 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 immediately follow suit.

"You are good, so I can ride steadily."

She stepped on the pedals and wrapped her two thin white arms around her waist.

tired.

Really tired.

The feet do not seem to be their own, from soreness to pain, and then unconsciousness.

The thighs are like two boiled noodles, and they are still soft and flat when exerted. Step on and on, the soft legs will melt at any time, fall to the ground, and be stirred into the wheel of the car.

Riding to the hospital, Yin Xian and Wang Jiexiang had no dialogue along the way.

She drove directly to the gate of the outpatient hall.

Climbing down from the bicycle seat, Wang Jiexiang tilted his legs and fell to the ground.

Yin Xian stretched out his hand to support her, and was thrown together by her.

"sister……"

"I can hold on again," she was out of breath, supporting her body, as if carrying a bag of heavy cement: "Go, let's be together."

Yin Xian's mother did not appear in the outpatient hall.

This is good news...

Grandpa Yin Xian lives in the respiratory department on the third floor.

Wang Jiexiang's eyes were bright and staring, and he coughed violently while climbing the stairs, beating his chest.

Upon arriving in the ward, the nurse station was quiet, with no one on duty.

Wang Jiexiang slowed down 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 her grandfather for the last time.

But here is not reality, what he believes in his spiritual world is reasonable.

and so……

"Yes." Wang Jiexiang said.

She reached out to him.

At the age of four, there are bad guys that can't be thrown away.

"Run, Yin Xian." She pulled the baby's hand and they ran together.

He is eight years old and has no close friends.

"Go, follow me." Blocking his workbook, she clasped his fingers firmly.

The fifteen-year-old Yin Xian also chose to believe in the person in front of her and put her hand in her hand.

They clasped their hands tightly.

Wang Jiexiang opened a nearby ward.

Like a miracle, like magic...

There was a voice in the ward.

Inside the door, stood a caregiver and Yin Xian mother, and a scrawny old man was lying on the hospital bed.

He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and when he heard the door opening, his muddy eyes turned to the door.

The young boy next to him walked to his bed.

The old man smiled at him, smiling softly.

Tears filled Yin Xian's eyes.

He pressed his red nose and smiled softly at his grandfather.

Mu Zhaizi, the bright bedside table, displayed a photo of him and his grandfather.

The two faced the camera, the old man smiled happily, and the child had smiles similar to him, showing small tiger teeth, and the smile was innocent and brilliant.

Wang Jiexiang let out a long breath and retreated outside the door.

In the corridor, she found a chair and sat down.

After a few hours of cycling, I finally got a place to rest. She yawned greatly, leaned back against the wall, and squinted for a while.

Limbs were weak, her head tilted to the side like lead, her breathing became even.

Whose voice came in my ears.

"Fatty."

Drowsiness glued her firmly to the chair, unable to move.

"The dumbest fat man."

Her mouth was moving, her eyelashes were wet with tears, and Wang Jiexiang didn't understand what she was trying to say.

That person is so annoying, so annoying.

She felt wronged.

He treated her so badly, calling her stupid, pig-headed, and abusive to good people, and the scolding was terrible.

He is always so fierce and cold.

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.

Actually think about it every day.

"How about not breaking up?"

She murmured softly.

"I won't be stupid anymore."

...

When she woke up again, Yin Xian woke her up.

"Sister?" He shook her arm.

Wang Jiexiang raised his drowsy eyelids, the sun was so big.

Isn't it in the chair in the hospital corridor before going to bed?

right now……

There was a big tree above her head and she was sitting on a bench under the tree.

Lowering her head, her original clothes became a black dress. And Yin Xian's clothes are different, he is also all black.

"Where are we?"

Wang Jiexiang didn't wake up, he looked left and right around himself, looking stupid.

"Funeral parlor," the boy sighed and looked at the crowd: "Grandpa is cremated today."

There is a circle of people outside the hall, all in black.

"It's all you... all our relatives?"

Yin Xian nodded.

Almost all of his relatives are background people.

Yin Xian did not recognize them, they did not recognize Yin Xian.

People in the background huddled together, exchanging lively greetings with each other.

The staff of the funeral home came out of the main hall and shouted outside: "The time is up, the main relatives come in."

Wang Jiexiang patted Yin Xian on the shoulder: "Go ahead."

He stood up, and she and behind him merged into other background people outside the mourning hall, pretending to be his relatives.

A paper pavilion is placed in the middle of the main hall.

Yin Xian, his mother, and several uncles and aunts kneeled around the paper hall.

After their ceremony, the staff poured something into the paper museum.

"What the **** is it?" someone asked.

"Oil." The staff member replied.

The paper pavilion was covered and the incinerator was pushed forward.

"Yeah--" There was a deep falling sound.

The relatives seemed to realize that death was coming, and there were a few weeping in the crowd.

The cry in the main hall was loudest.

Yin Xian, who didn't cry, was an out-of-the-box outlier. He stood in the corner with no expression on his face, his face looked too calm.

The crying people comforted each other with teary eyes.

He cast his gaze towards Wang Jiexiang.

She was looking at him, 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, then you can invite me to dinner."

No food near the funeral home.

They walked around, only to find a small shop selling some simple grilled meatballs, grilled sausages, tea eggs.

Yin Xian flipped through his pockets and collected five yuan piecemeal.

"Why is it five yuan again?"

Wang Jiexiang disgusted and took away all the money without hesitation.

She ordered five skewers of grilled meatballs and sat down on the bench under the tree with Yin Xian.

"You eat too."

Wang Jiexiang handed him a bunch of meatballs.

She stuffed two **** in her mouth, and two symmetrical circles bulged out on her cheeks, chewing them with a good taste.

Yin Xian did not answer.

There is a deep shadow in him right now, obviously not in the mood to eat.

When Wang Jiexiang raised his hand, the ball touched his lips.

"The meatball was touched by you, you have to eat it."

He took the bamboo stick she had stuffed, took a bite of the ball, and put it down.

Wang Jiexiang didn't look at him, and ate it by himself.

"If you have something you can't figure out, you can say, I will listen."

Yin Xian turned the bamboo stick and remained silent for a long time.

When she thought he was not going to speak, he spoke.

"Sister," he asked, "What is death?"

Wang Jiexiang thought for a while and said.

"Death is when the soul leaves the body and goes to another place."

"heaven?"

"Correct."

He looked at her, his eyes confused: "What is heaven like?"

Jiexiang looked to the sky, her tone as gentle as a dream: "It is the appearance of the most beautiful place in our fantasy."

"Then what if... the soul is unwilling to accept the world?"

"I have regrets for the human heart, and the souls who are guilty of repayment will wander in the spiritual prison."

"Can they also go to heaven eventually?"

"Yes," she answered earnestly: "I waited but regretted."

Yin Xian took a deep breath.

Raise the bamboo stick in your hand and finish eating the balls.

People walked outside the main hall of the mourning hall.

The relatives received a small ashes jar.

The person walking in front held up the black umbrella, and the person walking beside was holding the portrait.

The old man's photo is black and white, and he looks serious in the photo.

No one is crying anymore.

The sorrow of the world has evaporated.

The soul does not stay here either.

Yin Xian cast his eyes to the sky.

The clouds are free.

Wang Jiexiang went to throw the bamboo sticks for the roasted meatballs, and there was a pink pocket hanging on the side of the trash can.

Xiaodou's appearance was too familiar, she grabbed it without thinking about it.

This is the bag carried by the rabbit Yin Xian...

She unzipped the bag.

Bunny's keychain!

The key to the rental house is still there.

As if he had a hunch, Wang Jiexiang turned around immediately.

The clouds in the sky are like shredded pieces of paper, falling to the young one after another.

He was wrapped in clouds.

She ran over, trying to tear apart patches of cotton-like white.

After a long time, the clouds and mist dispersed automatically.

The emptiness of night is before me.

Wang Jiexiang returned to Xiaotu Island.