24 hour

The rain stopped.

The sun shines in from the window, very dazzling.

Zhang Anyan frowned, before he raised his hand and opened his eyes, his first reaction was to get up and cook, but before he raised his hand and opened his eyes, he remembered that there was no one who needed him to cook.He just lay still on the bed and didn't even want to open his eyes.

He lay there for a long time, so long that he could barely feel where he was or what he was thinking.

Zhang Anyan slowly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, turned his head to look at the pillow next to him, there was still a depression pressed by the person lying there.

He looked at the watch on the wall, it was past ten o'clock, and he was a little hungry, but he had no desire to eat.

Touching the mobile phone next to the bedside table, as soon as it was turned on, I saw a series of messages and call records, all of which belonged to Wang Kaixuan.

He dialed back, and Wang Kaixuan answered quickly, "Xiao Zhang?"

Zhang Anyan let out a "hmm", his voice was a little hoarse, he coughed in a low voice, and said, "I've slept."

Wang Kaixuan also "hmm", the two of them didn't speak for a long time.Zhang Anyan is not a talkative person, and Wang Kaixuan is not as free and easy to him as Wu Jia. Wu Jia has always been in the middle. Now that Wu Jia is gone, Zhang Anyan doesn't know what to say to Wang Kaixuan.

He thought for a while and said, "I'll go see Wu Jia in the afternoon."

Wang Kaixuan immediately said: "I'll go with you..." He paused, then said again: "Forget it, I'll go at noon."

Zhang Anyan didn't reply. He thought Wang Kaixuan wanted to ask how he was doing, but he didn't ask.Wang Kaixuan couldn't be more comfortable in his heart than him. He has been traveling for more than ten years, and he met such a year-end friend when he was almost a year old. But it was the first to bury the bones in the loess, even if Wang Kaixuan looked down on the worldly life and death, it was difficult to accept it for a while.

Zhang Anyan slept very fast last night, so fast that he didn't know when Wu Jia disappeared. It seemed that after Wu Jia asked what time it was, his consciousness gradually became blurred. It was as if his nerves, which had been tense for a day, suddenly broke. into darkness.It was completely different from the day before yesterday. The day before yesterday, he stayed on watch until twelve o'clock. He saw Wu Jia coming out of the bedroom in a daze and asked him, "Brother Yan, why don't you sleep?"

He looked at Wu Jia and felt stiff all over, as if someone had punched his heart hard, his throat was choked and he couldn't speak.Wu Jia asked again, this time it seemed that he was much more awake, and his eyes did not have that dead look, but rather dazed from sleep.Zhang Anyan stood up, walked over and hugged Wu Jia gently, Wu Jia was still unstable at this moment, he didn't dare to use force.

Wu Jia seemed inexplicable, watching him frowned, yawned and led him back to the bedroom, as if he really woke up on that bed and came out to find Zhang Anyan.

Wu Jia's condition was very bad, his body felt chills intermittently, and there were one or two low groaning sounds from time to time, his forehead was sweating all the time, and he was experiencing the pain and unwillingness of his own death over and over again.Zhang Anyan kissed him on the forehead, hugged him tightly, "Go to sleep."

It wasn't the first time Wu Jia appeared in front of Zhang Anyan, the earliest was the morning after Wu Jia's death.Lying on the bed, he was awakened by a sound of ping-ping-pong-pong, and his exhaustion swept over him, but the sound seemed to have never stopped. Zhang Anyan vaguely recognized that it seemed to be his own kitchen, so he climbed out of bed and walked towards the kitchen .

A thin figure was standing in front of the refrigerator, still wearing the shirt and jeans, almost leaning in, constantly searching for something, the table next to it was full of things moved out of the refrigerator.

Zhang Anyan's fingers trembled slightly, he hesitated for a while and called out in a low voice: "Wu Jia?"

Wu Jia turned his head in response, gave him a big smile, and said, "Brother Yan, you got up, and I said I made Pian Erchuan for you. Where did the Chao Noodles I bought go?"

Zhang Anyan didn't dare to answer, as if the figure disappeared when the voice was louder, Wu Jia was still flipping through, "I remember I bought it yesterday..."

When he said this, he suddenly paused, and said to himself: "Did I buy it yesterday? Why can't I remember..."

Zhang Anyan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly saw Wu Jia let out an "ah", frowned and raised his hand, frowning in pain, "What's going on?"

Zhang Anyan looked over, his eyes were bloodshot... Blood continued to flow from Wu Jia's crushed finger, staining the cuff of his shirt red, and then blood continued to ooze out from his head and chest. Wu Jia looked at it. He still had the bloody palm prints on his neck that he rubbed with shaking hands, and his face was full of tears.

The next moment, the smell of blood in the air suddenly disappeared, Zhang Anyan came back to his senses, the sun shone through the window, the messy pile of vegetables and fruits were still on the table, the refrigerator door was wide open, exuding air-conditioning, and there was a pool of bright red on the ground. of blood.

Zhang Anyan froze in place, his eyes were red.

On the third day and the fourth day, Wu Jia kept repeating his sudden appearance and disappearance. He would always come out from a corner of the room when Zhang Anyan was most silent, open a book with a smile or be caught by a TV show. She laughed out loud, and even threw herself into his arms, and suddenly kissed him hard.

It's as if the car accident a few days ago didn't exist, and they are still living their most comfortable lives.

Wu Jia didn't know that he was dead, Zhang Anyan pretended that he was still alive.

Wu Jia said that it would be nice if the rain did not stop... Zhang Anyan had evil thoughts, deeper evil thoughts than Wu Jia, if Wu Jia never knew that he was dead, Zhang Anyan would almost be driven crazy by this thought in the lost and found again and again.

After sinking for a while, all he had left was blood and water, the air was cold, and his ears were silent.

Wu Jia appeared and disappeared over and over again. Zhang Anyan watched Wu Jia die tragically in reincarnation in front of his eyes, and was tortured by the obsession before death. He compromised earlier than Wu Jia.He even hoped that Wu Jia would never show up again, but Wu Jia's obsession was so terrible that Zhang Anyan couldn't accept it numbly. Wu Jia's eyes at the end looked like Ling Chi, and Zhang Anyan was riddled with holes.

On the fourth day, he called Wang Kaixuan - Wu Jia's blood was still all over his face and hands, and the first thing he said after the call was: "Wu Jia is back."

There was silence on both sides of the phone, and he paused again, the decision he had made in a split second was stuck in his throat and he could hardly speak, he said hoarsely: "The first seven will send Wu Jia back."

The soul of the first seven, with a little stimulation, is very likely to be dissipated, and will no longer enter the path of reincarnation.He and Wang Kaixuan made a very detailed plan, and even acted in a scene with their own hands.

He considered every detail, and even picked up the broken black gold.It was still stained with Wu Jia's blood, Zhang Anyan held it for a long time without saying a word.

Black gold is Zhang Zexuan's life-saving magic weapon for Wu Jia, if it is broken, it can no longer be connected again. Zhang Anyan changed it to a black and useless chain, and wore it around his neck on the night of the first seven days.His own bracelet was also broken on the day of Wu Jia's accident, and the instant burning sensation burned a scar on his wrist. In a hurry, he went out to look for Wu Jia without even looking at it. I made a fake one and put it on my hand.

The blood on the railing is full of familiarity, from the truth of Zhang Yu's case to the protagonist's surname, and even Zhang Yu's bloody handprints and injured fingers are all the same as the details of Wu Jia's car accident.

Died in a car accident, Zhang Yu got up again with the obsession with his lover...... Can Wu Jia discover the truth?

The fragments of the rearview mirror in the soil were buried by Zhang Anyan himself. The moment he covered the soil, he remembered Wu Jia's burial, and squatted until his feet were numb. When he got up, his legs went limp, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Everything was ready, Zhang Anyan was waiting for the first seven nights, Wu Jia arrived as scheduled.

"Sleep well, it's time to wake up."

……

"Look at the new commission."

"Refused to work overtime in the early morning!"

"Just one day." Zhang Anyan's voice became tense, the last day.

He hardly slept all night, and was startled by the sound of rain, and Zhang Anyan stood by the window for a long time.

Wu Jia smiled and asked him in the kitchen: "Brother Yan, when did you buy everything?"

Zhang Anyan twitched subconsciously, "I bought it yesterday."

Will Wu Jia remember yesterday? The 24-hour cue has begun.

The plan was actually not going well, Wu Jia would suddenly become stiff intermittently, only then did Zhang Anyan dare to hug Wu Jia tightly and kiss his cold lips, so that Wu Jia would not be afraid to deduce something from his abnormal behavior.He looked the same as in a daze before, but he didn't breathe.

Zhang Anyan didn't know if Wu Jia's soul was still there when Wu Jia stiffened, what he was thinking.He stared at Wu Jia's eyebrows, kept looking, and he remembered what happened when the two were young.The first meeting, the first apprenticeship, and the summer vacation when he returned from college after a long absence, those memories that will accompany him through the future are like a revolving lantern in his mind.Keep turning and turning until the day when the lights go out.

When Wu Jia hadn't figured it out, he and Wang Kaixuan hinted little by little that Wu Jia was very smart since he was a child, and Wu Jia had seen through many commissions at a glance.Zhang Yu's case and Wu Jia also quickly discovered the clue, and even really guessed the truth from his cryptic words.

Zhang Anyan's mood has never been shaken like that at that moment, Wu Jia needs to know!He broke free from the turbulent emotions, and at the moment when he found that his emotions overwhelmed his rationality, what was in his mind was that Wu Jia still didn't know how good it was.

"Soul Xi, come back."

Wu Jia smiled at him, but tears fell down.

"It's me, the one who died is me."

Zhang Anyan's most important things were finally taken away, and his mind went blank.

Some of the Pianerchuan made by Wu Jia yesterday was left in the pot. Zhang Anyan picked one up with chopsticks, tasted it and found that it was no longer edible.He was in a hurry yesterday and was afraid that Wu Jia would be suspicious. He didn't put it in the refrigerator. He thought it was okay if it rained heavily, but it was still broken.

He fished out the noodles in the pot, dumped them into the trash can, cleaned the pot, and suddenly found that he had nothing to do.

Zhang Anyan cleaned the house again, washed the clothes that Wu Jia didn't have time to wash and hung them on the balcony, changed the bed sheets and quilt covers, and threw them into the basin together. He didn't use the washing machine, and rubbed them with his hands bit by bit. Wring it dry, hang it flat on the railing, and watch it float up in the wind.

The house was cleaned up again, Zhang Anyan looked at his watch and found that it was not yet three o'clock.He sat on the sofa in a daze for a while, then turned on the TV when he felt that the room was too quiet, and kept changing channels while holding the remote control.

After wandering around doing nothing for more than half an hour, he got up and changed his clothes. He habitually wanted to go out directly, and he only remembered to get the key after stepping out of his foot.There was no one on the porch cabinet. Zhang Anyan still found it troublesome to look at it at the door. He walked to the bedroom without taking off his shoes. After searching for a long time, he finally found the key from Wu Jia's pocket hanging behind the door.

It is very close to Wu Jia from the community, Zhang Anyan waited for the bus at the bus station for a while, the bus seemed to come very slowly today, he was almost impatient to see the square front of the car from a distance.

Entering the cemetery, passing through rows of tombstones, Zhang Anyan walked directly in front of Wu Jia.

There was a whole stick of cigarettes and a few cans of beer in front of the tombstone. It seemed that Wang Kaixuan had indeed come earlier.

He sat down in front of Wu Jia, picked up the cigarette, opened it, took out a pack, lit it with the lighter next to him, and lit one, then took out another and lit it in front of Wu Jia. Take it away, Wang Kaixuan gave too much, I will give you one in the next day."

The sun was shining brightly, warming his back. He finished smoking without saying a word, and he was not in a hurry to leave, just sitting quietly and motionless.

After a while, he picked up the beer next to him, opened it, took a sip, and spilled the rest on the ground.Spilled two cans, and drank the rest by myself.

He sat until the sun went down, then got up and walked back.

Zhang Anyan called Wu Jia's soul twice in his life, the first meeting and the last farewell, since then there is no meaning for his existence in the world.

He looked at the scarlet sunset.

If only the rain didn't stop.

END

The author has something to say: Wu Jia's 24 hours are over, this is Zhang Anyan's 48 hours, Wu Jia's first seven and the first day after Wu Jia's first seven.