Pedestrian system

This is a story about a passerby's counterattack. Yes, you read that right, it is a passerby.

I remember how his name came about. Her mother is a fan of Jay Chou. As long as he had a concert, her mother would take his father to go, even when she was pregnant. , so when it was his turn, he slapped the table domineeringly: "My son is called Passerby A!"

I don’t know if it’s really called a passerby or a passerby. There is no lower limit for people who have a low sense of existence since they were young. They didn’t even know that there was a person like him during the college entrance examination. No one asked if he was late when he found a job. If he didn't have a work certificate for his salary, everyone would suspect that he was a fraud.

Passer-by A said that he was used to it, and when he crossed the road by chance, the traffic light broke down, and disaster struck...

When passer-by A regained consciousness, he was actually in mid-air...and there was a panic below...how did he not know that he had the ability to fly into the sky?

Passerby A leaned over to take a look, I'll wipe... isn't this me!Passerby A was stunned for a few seconds and felt someone patting him from behind.

Looking back, a pale face appeared in front of him, dressed in white, and holding a white...feather duster...

Then he took out a notebook, wrote something, and muttered: "Passerby A, died in a car accident at 2019:6:7 am on June [-], [-]."

"You, who are you?"

The man put away the notebook, curved his mouth in a strange arc and said, "I am Bai Wuchang, I am here to take back yours."

"I, I, I can't go with you!" Passerby A was a little flustered, he thought of his parents, what would they do if he wasn't there? "I haven't said goodbye to my parents yet, you asked me to say goodbye to them before leaving."

Bai Wuchang smiled and said: "Don't worry, your fate is peculiar. If someone thinks of you before twelve o'clock tonight, I can turn the time back to eight o'clock this morning. If not, you should obediently follow me."

Passerby A nodded, it's better than going now, and it can be delayed for a while.

Passer-by A drifted back to his work unit, and found that the unit was still the same as before, busy and busy, until he got off work, no one thought of him, he floated back home, watched his parents eating at the dining table, and occasionally chatted about today's events news,

"Old man, did xx have a car accident today?"

"No, he's a pretty young guy, what a pity."

Passerby A was stunned, how could this be...

He yelled at his parents who were eating: "Mom and Dad! That's me! It's me!"

"Dad! You said you wanted me to buy you a newspaper!"

"Mom! You said you wanted to hug your grandson! Mom and Dad!"

Bai Wuchang picked out his ears, and said indifferently: "Don't waste your energy, they can't hear ghosts."|"

Passerby A sat down on the ground in a daze. He knew that he had a low sense of existence and had been ignored by many people since he was a child, but he never thought that even his parents would ignore him.

He just followed them, talking in their ears...

"Mom, I need to use hot water to wash dishes in winter. My dad has bad knees. It needs to be treated. I have saved some money in the past few years. Spend what you need, don't save it."

"Mom, be careful when you go out in the future, don't bump into it, or no one will take care of my dad."

"Dad, you too. It's time to change your temper. Stop bickering with my mother."

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry for you..."

At ten o'clock, Lu's father and Lu's mother had already fallen asleep, and Passerby A sat by their bed and watched quietly.

"Hey, let's go."

Bai Wuchang was a little impatient. In his opinion, this was completely meaningless and a waste of time.

Passerby A shook his head|: "It's not twelve o'clock yet, and the agreement is still there."

Now he only hates himself for only focusing on working to make money and not spending time with his parents.Unknowingly, he has grown up, and they are no longer the young people he remembered in childhood. Time has carved their marks on them, and their faces have been wrinkled and vicissitudes.

Bai Wuchang stared at the clock. At twelve o'clock, he got up and said, "It's time to go."

Passerby A turned his head and got up to follow Bai Wuchang—Parents, take care of yourself.

Little did they know that there was a trail of tears flowing from the tightly closed eyes of the two old men...

The author has something to say: Hey, everyone has been waiting for a long time. If there is no accident, it will be sent regularly every Friday, at least about two chapters, so the children who read it can bookmark it first, and then read it during the Friday holiday.