short day two
No matter how good a novel is, one still needs to go to bed at some point. Before she knew it, it was already one in the morning. Huang Yaya reluctantly said goodbye to Gou Xue's novel. After all, she had to get up early tomorrow to catch the train back home to celebrate National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival!
Knowing that it was a guest in a dream, Huang Yaya dreamed of that SSR-level handsome guy who looked like a banished immortal again this time.
When she opened her eyes, she saw herself lying on an extra-large step-out bed. How big was it? There was a distance of one meter between her and the handsome guy.
This dream was so sweet. Although it was night, the candlelight in the hall shone through the gauze curtains, as soft as moonlight. The soft light fell on the jade-like face, making him look so gentle and unattainable.
Huang Yaya tiptoed towards him, fearing to alarm the person in front of her.
Such a beautiful face, such a peaceful and calm sleeping expression, made her understand what it meant: "The girl is so beautiful that I am afraid of being disrespectful to her." She used to think that novels were too exaggerated and that the male protagonists were too hypocritical, but now, even though she knew that he was just a man in her dreams, Huang Yaya was afraid of neglecting him at this moment.
Seeing him sleeping like this was fine. She decided to imitate the elegant young men in the novels and lie on her side, supporting her head with one hand. Then, when he woke up, she would see a rather pretty fairy looking at him lovingly. Thinking that he would be shy when he woke up, she said gently, "My dear, did you sleep well?"
The idea was beautiful, but the reality was too sloppy. Although the bed was big, it was too hard, which hurt her elbows. Soon she sat up and rubbed her elbows, which were already a little bruised.
When she looked at the sleeping young man again, she saw that his eyes seemed half open, and his tone was lazy as he spoke gently, "The places you always appear in are so incredible!"
His voice is full of temptation. For a voice control person, this voice is suitable for when the male and female protagonists are gentle and sweet.
When he was asleep, Huang Yaya was afraid of disturbing him. How could she not take the opportunity to tease him now that he was in such a state of mind? She leaned forward, one hand resting on his pillow, the other hand gently hooking his chin, and said in a cold tone, "Why don't you call me sister?"
Suddenly, the man in front of her stretched out his hands and hugged Huang Yaya's waist, then exerted force, and Huang Yaya fell directly on the man in front of her. Her hands really couldn't withstand the other party's robbery.
She didn't have time to resist, no, why should she resist? Before she could be surprised, the other party buried his head hard on Huang Yaya's shoulder. With every breath, a warm breath covered Huang Yaya's neck. The other party murmured, "Sister."
Oh my god, is her dream coming true?
"Sister, why are you only willing to meet me in my dreams? Do you hate me?" The other person's tone was a mixture of complaints and coquettishness, and the voice was extremely vague, but Huang Yaya heard it clearly. After all, it was as if it was spoken in her ear. She also wanted to meet this ancient style young man in real life, but she couldn't even control her dreams, otherwise she would dream about him every day.
Was it really a dream? She thought she could hear her own heartbeat, like someone beating a drum in her chest, dull but powerful.
Just as Huang Yaya was anticipating the next step, a ding-ding-ding sound reached her ears. She opened her eyes and checked her phone. It was four o'clock. Her roommate, Xu Meng, was packing her things, heading to the station to catch the train. Huang Yaya lamented that her dream was too short, wondering if she could continue, and then went back to sleep.
At six in the morning, her alarm went off. She wanted to throw it away the moment it sounded. She was so sleepy, her eyelids were so drowsy she couldn't even lift them. She shouldn't have stayed up so late the previous night. Huang Yaya hated herself for staying up late reading novels. After a quick wash, she carried her bear-shaped suitcase to the station and boarded the green bus back home.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when she arrived downstairs at home. Yes, when she arrived at the station, her parents said they had something to do and didn't have time to pick her up at the station, but this little accident could not extinguish her burning desire to go home.
Because she didn't bring her keys, she knocked hard on the door several times. Huang's mother opened the door for her with a sad face. Huang's father also looked unhappy. Even her brother, who only knew how to play games, sat in the living room with his head down.
This gloomy atmosphere made Huang Yaya feel uneasy. She asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
Her mother took her suitcase, wiped her tears with her other hand, and said in a sad tone: "Your cousin is gone."
Huang Yaya felt like something was blocking her chest. Gone? Was that what she was thinking? She only had a 14-year-old cousin named Yi Yuzheng, her aunt's child, a very smart and cute boy.
Every time he went to his aunt's house during the Spring Festival, Yi Yuzheng would warmly call her cousin and bring her all kinds of delicious food. He was the model of a good child in the eyes of her parents and the pride of her aunt who showed off everywhere.
How can someone just disappear like that? Huang Yaya wanted to ask her mother what happened, but tears started to flow first. She choked and said, "How did he disappear?"
My mother was sobbing and couldn't say anything. My brother replied sullenly, "Commit suicide."
It is said that it is better to live a miserable life than to die. There are so many paths in life. How much pain must a person go through before choosing this path full of despair!
Even my father, who was always as silent as a log, wiped away his tears. The loss of a life was something that no one could remain indifferent to.
"Yaya, pack your things. I've called a taxi. We'll go to your aunt's house later. We'll probably be staying there for a while!"
My aunt and mother married in different cities. Although it only takes four hours to drive to each other, we rarely see each other. We only visit each other during the holidays because we are all too busy, busy with work, busy making money, and busy surviving.
As the car was driving on the road, Huang Yaya looked at the tall buildings outside the window, thinking that so many people in this world were trying so hard to live, why did her cousin choose to commit suicide? What had he experienced?
Huang Yaya's brother bumped into her, handed her his phone, and said self-reproachfully, "This is Yi Yuzheng's shill number. Take a look."
A passage of English caught Huang Yaya's eye:
It feels like my life ain't mine,
I don't wanna be alive,
I just wanna die today,
I've been praying for somebody,
To save me, no one's heroic,
And my life don't even matter,
I know it I know it I know,
I'm hurting deep down but can't show it,
I never had a place to call my own,
I never had a home,
Ain't nobody callin' my phone,
They say every life precious,
But nobody cares about mine.
Huang Yaya saw a performance video of this song on a video website and was moved to tears. Translated into Chinese, it means:
It seems that my life no longer belongs to me. I don't want to live. I just want to die today. I have been praying that someone will come to save me, but that hero never shows up. My life is not important at all. I understand it very well. I am badly injured but I cannot express my difficulties. I have no safe haven, I have no home, no one will call me. They say that every life is precious, but no one cares about my life.
Huang Yaya finally couldn't help but burst into tears. If she had contacted her cousin more often, if she had said a few more words to him the last time they met, would things have been different? He clearly wanted to live, he just wanted to be seen in pain.
The lyrics behind this song are:
I want you to be alive,
You don't gotta die,
Now let me tell you why,
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Her cousin posted this song, perhaps just wanting someone to tell him that he is important and that he cannot be removed from the reality of this world.
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