Today is the twelfth year that Gao Yang has crossed over.
Before crossing over, Gao Yang was an orphan and had just spent his sixth birthday in an orphanage. That night, he ate a cupcake bought for him by his hostess aunt and went to bed contentedly. Before going to sleep, he made a wish that he could find his mom and dad, and then drifted off to sleep.
When he woke up, Gao Yang found himself sitting at a dining table with a bowl of steaming noodles in front of it, and he was biting into the noodles in his mouth, with half of them still hanging out and waving around.
In the hall of the old house, the early morning light was soft, across the dining table sat a pair of unfamiliar middle-aged men and women, on the upper seat with her back to the door of the house was a kindly grandmother, beside herself, sat a wide-eyed little girl, about four or five years old.
"Don't stare, hurry up and eat, don't be late for school later." The woman opened her mouth to urge, she was in her thirties, and despite wearing plain pajamas and being unpowdered, she was beautiful.
"Son, do you want a ride from dad?" The man asked with a toothpick in his mouth and a smile, he was tall and robust, with a somewhat bulging belly, a slightly higher hairline, and the handsomeness of his youth was still vaguely visible between his eyebrows.
"No sending! Daddy's sending me to kindergarten!" The little girl shouted in exasperation, lying down on the table and picking at a bowl of millet porridge.
"Oh, then send your brother first, then your sister, okay?" The old grandmother smiled amiably and reached out to touch the little girl's head.
Gao Yang's mouth opened wide, and the noodles fell onto the dining table with a "clatter".
He was six years old at that time, and he still could not understand what was meant by "traveling", nor did he know what "parallel worlds" were.
He thought he was still dreaming, but he didn't realize that he had been dreaming for twelve years.
...
Now, Gao Yang has long since adapted to this new world, and has long since become one with his host. He is Gao Yang, 18 years old, a senior high school party, living in a cozy family of five, with an amiable grandmother, loving and harmonious and also occasionally quarrelsome mom and dad, as well as an elfin and eccentric sister.
He lives a good life, like most of his peers, studying hard for the college entrance exams, and occasionally thinking about what kind of college he'll go to, what kind of job he'll get, who he'll marry, and how many kids he'll have. ...
Anyway, Gao Yang's wish came true at the age of 6. He "found" his mom and dad, and also his grandmother and sister.
He lived a happy life and wanted for nothing more.
Until the day of his 18th birthday, everything changed.
After the evening self-study, Gao Yang rode his bicycle home, and when he passed a night road, a dark shadow suddenly ran out from the entrance of the alley, knocking over Gao Yang with his bicycle.
Gao Yang stumbled, but not seriously hurt, he grinned and stood up, only to see the person who hit him. Under the dim streetlight, there stood a short middle-aged man, who was shaped like a withered man, his face was pale and frightened, wearing a set of tattered hospital gowns, covered with blood stains.
"Uncle you are okay ..."
"Run!" The man grabbed Gao Yang's shoulders with a terrifyingly strong force, "Monsters! There are monsters everywhere! Quickly run! Get out of here!"
The man's voice smelled of desperate blood, "Don't trust anyone ..."
"Bang!"
The man was about to say something else when a bullet was fired into his temple, through his skull, and out the other side of his temple, instantly blooming into a blood-colored rose.
"Mag-" A thick mist of blood mixed with a pungent, fishy odor hit his nose.
The hands that were pinching Gao Yang's shoulders slowly loosened, the man's terrified expression fixed forever, his overly protruding eyeballs no longer moving, with despair, uncertainty and unwillingness etched all over them.
Two seconds later, the body fell heavily.
Gao Yang was baffled.
He was mortared in place, his feet quickly soaked by the spreading pool of blood, only to feel sticky and wet. The slight ringing in his ears caused when the bullet pierced the man's skull was gradually covered by the sound of his heartbeat in his chest: plop, plop, plop, plop, plop ...
"Son, you're not hurt!"
"Don't be afraid, you're safe now!"
"Close your eyes and don't look down at your feet ..."
Several police officers rushed up, and one of them gathered Gao Yang into his arms and covered his eyes.
...
The next day, Gao Yang made the local news headlines: 'Seriously Mentally Ill Patient Kills Two Nurses and Flees at Night, Then Holds High School Student Hostage and Is Killed on the Spot'.
Gao Yang took a day off and rested at home.
He was really stimulated, witnessing a life being brutally shot at close range is too much for any ordinary person to bear. Moreover, the mental patient this matter is also suspicious, let him feel very strange, in the end which strange, he can not say for a moment.
That night, Gao Yang took a sleeping pill.
After falling asleep, he dreamed.
The host's memories before the age of 6 had long been digested by Gao Yang, who had crossed over, but there were still some vague memories that seemed to have been forgotten.
In his dream, Gao Yang returned to a late night in the summer when he was 4 years old.
He had eaten too much watermelon and had a swollen bladder, so he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and when he passed by his grandparents' room, he heard a rustling sound.
A little curious, Gao Yang pricked up his ears and pressed them against the cold door of the room, and the sound became more real and more unfamiliar.
He had never heard such a sound, like the whimpering of a wild beast, and like the wailing of a giant whale in the deep sea, it sounded painful, mixed with a twisted exuberance, and then carefully distinguish, there was a rough and dull tearing sound hidden underneath the sound.
Gao Yang only felt creepy.
He had just finished listening to his kindergarten aunt tell the fairy tale of Little Red Riding Hood. He thought, "Wouldn't a big bad wolf sneak into his home and eat his grandparents?
Gao Yang's heart was pounding, but he still summoned up the courage to gently push open the door of his room.
Through the doorway, he saw something!
He was so scared that he turned around and ran back to his room, burrowed under the covers with his head covered, and even forgot to solve his physical problems.
Early the next morning, Gao Yang wet the bed, he thought it was just a nightmare. Just then, his mother pushed the door in and sadly took Gao Yang into her arms as she cried, "Gao Yang, your grandfather is gone."
When Gao Yang followed his mother out of the room, his grandfather's body happened to be carried away on a stretcher by the paramedics, covered with a white cloth. By the time the funeral was held, Grandpa had already been turned into an urn.
From start to finish, Gao Yang and his sister were not able to see their grandfather one last time.
Now that I think about it, there are a lot of doubts about what happened.
Grandpa loved Gao Yang and his sister the most during his lifetime, they were the closest of kin, why couldn't they see their grandfather for the last time?
If memory serves me right, the body of my grandfather, which was covered by a white cloth at that time, had a strange shape of the upper half of his body, as if one of his hands was mutilated.
Didn't grandpa die of a heart attack? Why was there a hand missing?
In the dream, Gao Yang looked at the body on the white stretcher, puzzled.
Suddenly, the body on the white stretcher sat up!
The white cloth was pulled down and it was the psychotic man. His eyes were gouged out, leaving only two deep bloody holes, and sticky black blood spewed out of his seven orifices as he stretched out his blood-drenched hands and pinched Gao Yang's shoulders with all his might.
--Monster! There are monsters everywhere! Quickly run! Get out of here!
--Don't trust anyone!
...
"Ah!"
Gao Yang woke up from his dream.
It was ten in the morning, the sun was shining just right, the April breeze ruffled the curtains, and outside the window were traffic and city hustle and bustle.
"Older brother, having a nightmare?" My sister sat at the head of Gao Yang's bed and looked at her with a crooked head, her big eyes blinking.
Gao Yang froze, "Why are you in my room?"
His sister gave him a disgusted look, "The sun is on my butt, mom told me to wake you up!"
"Oh okay, got it."
The younger sister walked out of the room.
Gao Yang was still in a bit of a trance, he rolled over and got out of bed, drinking a large amount of water.
At this time, his cell phone rang, and Gao Yang casually clicked on WeChat.
"Pfft-" He spewed out a mouthful of water.