Strange disease

I always thought that someone like Xi Rong, who is used to seeing life and death, should not be worried about my departure.

Of course, in my private heart, I definitely hope that he can remember me, the longer the better.

But that's not fair to the living.

I hung up, but it was just a matter of closing my eyes, patting my butt, and not taking away a cloud.

But I really didn't expect that he not only didn't bury me, but also hid me in the refrigerator at home.

Grass! (a plant, crossed out)

Speaking of my refrigerator...

It's over, I can't look directly at the refrigerator in the future...

I seem to have found a pack of quick-frozen dumplings in the freezer yesterday and ate a few...

emmmm

Frozen corpses shouldn't be poisonous, right?

Wait, what am I thinking, even if it's poisonous, it's still me.

... far away.

I started thinking about how to run away from home.

Fortunately, when I resigned before, I didn't tell my colleagues the reason. They probably didn't know that I had already passed away. Otherwise, if I reappeared at that time, in broad daylight, it shouldn't be too much to be a Weibo headline.

"The deceased young man returned to the work unit to seek revenge for the leader?!"

"The capitalists squeeze the labor force, even ghosts can't let it go!"

OK, I have a title in mind.

just kidding.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was not allowed to become a spirit. As a "ghost", I had to follow the laws of modern human society and live carefully so as not to scare others. That would be bad.

I finally understood what was going on with me.

I am a dead person, of course my body will rot.

Yes, it makes sense when you think about it, a normal person catches a cold and breaks the skin, where have you seen such a purple-black wound?

And that weird fishy smell...

I wondered if I might as well just put myself back in the freezer.

After all, well...it's hot right now.

I'm actually still a little worried about Xi Rong.

I'm afraid that if I stay in this house any longer, if he comes back one day and we run into each other by accident, it will be really over.

He couldn't react for a while, which I completely understand. After all, a person who watched the dead suddenly come back to life, no one can believe it, thinking that he is dreaming.

...Let him always think that this is just an absurd dream.

I didn't remember anything before, and I had no choice but to bump into him by accident; but now that I think about it, if I still stay here, it's completely my fault.

I have no intention of coming back to interfere with his normal life, why would I come back?

My head started to hurt again, and the memory I recovered was intermittent, like a tangled thread in my mind, messy.

I have a faint premonition that I forgot something very important.

But for a while, I really couldn't remember it, so I had to let it go.

I simply packed up my things, and decided to leave as soon as possible, not staying for a minute or a second.

Obviously this is my own home... I still have to hide and hide. It's really sad to hear and cry.

I don't know where I can go, anyway, just don't let Xi Rong find me again.

Fortunately, I am a dead person. Thinking about it, I have hardly felt hunger these days. Even if I live on the street, I should not need to worry about money and food.

Wow, this actually feels pretty good.

Not needing to eat means not needing to make money, not needing to make money means not needing to work, not needing to work means being able to lie dead every day...

No wonder I've heard a phrase about struggling chicken soup before, saying that you should sleep less before you are alive and sleep forever after death.

You really don't lie to me.

I dug out a backpack from the cabinet, which mainly contained some changes of clothes, which is better than nothing.

Xi Rong's black, white and gray shirts were still neatly hanging in the closet.

I quietly took one away.