I,
am I dead...
Zheng Fan thinks that he should be dead.
However, the moisture, warmth, and long-lost warmth slowly traveled through my body.
At first, this feeling was just faint and slight, hard to capture, but gradually, the sensory stimulation began to become clearer and clearer.
Is this what it feels like to die?
It seems that
is not so unacceptable;
even,
a little comfortable.
The input of nerves is like a dry canal being reintroduced into living water. From nourishing the cracked land to moistening and finally to storing water, this is a step-by-step process.
As all this unfolded, Zheng Fan began to become more and more sensitive to the outside world.
He could feel his hands, his feet, and the warm liquid dripping from his chest.
A strange thought began to emerge from his consciousness.
Zheng Fan began to doubt that
he was really dead.
Already?
No one knows what happens after death. Even though the friends in the studio created many horror stories about ghosts, they were just imagination after all.
After all, the dead cannot write a few hundred words of experience and experience like a primary school student and pass it back.
Zheng Fan started to try to do something. The first thing he did was to open his eyes.
At this moment, he felt like he was moving mountains. On the one hand, the perception of various parts of the body was rapidly recovering, and on the other hand, no matter how hard he tried, he could not open it.
It was as if he had fallen into a state of being overwhelmed by ghosts. He wanted to resist, but he could only struggle in vain.
"Clang!"
There was a sound,
and then a wave of heat poured over the noodles.
Under this stimulation, Zheng Fan finally opened his eyes.
My vision was blurry at first. I could detect some light, but could not form an image.
Immediately afterwards, a shadow came over and began to wipe his face continuously while blocking his sight again and again.
Just like a person who has just woken up, washing his face with a hot towel will indeed make him feel refreshed for a period of time.
Zheng Fan’s vision began to become clearer and clearer.
First of all, what he saw was a face, the face of a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old.
The girl was wearing a simple long dress, holding a copper washbasin in one hand and a towel in the other, looking at herself anxiously.
So,
I was just woken up by this girl accidentally throwing a basin of hot water on her?
And the warm and comfortable feeling I felt before was because she was wiping herself?
The girl was very frightened. Because of her negligence, she poured a basin of hot water on the noble man, and this noble man was whom her mother had repeatedly asked her to take good care of.
In the past six months, her job has been to serve him. Even though he has been in a coma and has not woken up, she has not dared to slack off at all. The most obvious evidence is that this man has been bedridden for half a year and has bedsores on his body. None.
Only those who have truly cared for bedridden patients know how much effort it takes to have no bedsores on the patient.
But the girl didn’t complain at all and was very grateful for the job.
In other words, this man is her life. If she makes any mistake, according to her mother's temperament, she will probably kick her directly into the red tent in the hook fence. Treat guests who smell bad.
Mom’s temper is not good, and it is very bad.
If her mother knew her mistake and discovered the wetness on the bed, she...
The girl's absence did not last long, because she suddenly discovered that this man's eyes , actually opened it!
The girl blinked,
Zheng Fan blinked,
4.5 seconds of silence,
"Ah!!!"
The girl let out a scream.
The scream made Zheng Fan’s head twitch when he had just woken up, and he was about to faint again. This girl didn’t practice soprano. What a pity.
"Mom, he's awake, he's awake!!!"
The girl turned around, shouted loudly, and ran out of the room.
The room finally became quiet, and Zheng Fan was the only one left.
Zheng Fan tried to move his hands and feet. He felt a little numb at first, but he quickly found a point of support and climbed up from the bed with some difficulty. He supported the bed with both hands and got out of bed.
My legs were a little weak, but fortunately I was prepared in advance and kept my balance so I didn't fall directly to the ground.
After breathing heavily for a while, Zheng Fan released his hands again and stood completely on the ground. However, his back was slightly bent, his center of gravity was slightly lowered, and he was still carefully maintaining stability.
The whole process is a bit like a newborn baby learning to walk again. This body seems a bit too weak and is already dripping with sweat.
At this moment, Zheng Fan had the time to look at the room. The wooden structure was a bit old, and the furnishings in the room were also very retro. There was a dressing table in the corner with a bronze mirror on it. < /p>
What am I doing?
I have traveled through time?
As a creator, Zheng Fan is naturally familiar with the word "time travel", but he really didn't expect it to happen to him..
He staggered to the dressing table and looked at the bronze mirror.
Almost no one has heard of bronze mirrors, but not many have actually seen and used them. After all, they have been out of use for many years, but when Zheng Fan stood in front of the mirror At that time, I was also slightly surprised by the effect of the bronze mirror.
Although it is definitely not as good as the glass mirrors of later generations, the effect is much better than what I imagined.
Zheng Fan reached out and touched his face while looking in the mirror. What was in the mirror was his own face. Well, it seems that it was not soul-piercing...
Moreover, There are some differences between the face in the mirror and when he died. Before euthanasia, he had been reduced to skin and bones due to the disease, but now, it seems that there is some extra flesh on his face, although he is still a little thin and pale. , but it is already within the acceptable level for normal people.
Lowering his head, Zheng Qiang noticed that he was actually naked, not just without a shirt.
It’s just that when I woke up before, I really didn’t notice this for a while.
Once people have no clothes, they tend to feel insecure, especially in this unfamiliar environment, this uneasiness will be even stronger.
Now that I think about it, that girl was just wiping herself?
What Zheng Fan didn't know was that for the past six months, the girl had been wiping his body almost every day.
The girl accidentally threw a basin of water on her face.
On the right side of the dressing table, there is a chair with a set of clothes on it.
This set of clothes is very familiar. It is a sweater. The main color is black, with a little dark red mixed in. At the same time, there is a pair of boots under the chair.
This is the clothes Zheng Fan was wearing when he committed suicide. He liked this style of clothes and had designed and ordered many sets himself because he felt that sweatshirts could bring him a sense of security. Especially when you put down the hood of your sweatshirt to cover most of your face, you can give yourself the peace you need.
Putting on his clothes and boots with some difficulty, Zheng Fan was so tired that he could only sit on a chair and lean on the dressing table, panting. His body that had just woken up was indeed too weak, but no matter No matter what, it is much better than the sick body he had when he committed suicide. At the very least, if this body rests and recuperates for a while, it should be able to recover a lot.
At this moment, Zheng Fan suddenly noticed a figure appearing at the door, and he immediately looked up while still breathing.
For a moment,
Zheng Fan's whole body felt like he was being shocked by electricity.
Standing at the door of the room was a woman, in her mid-thirties. She looks like she is wearing a long blue dress, a phoenix hairpin on her head, rosy lips, and charming eyes. This is a ***** age, and this woman has both elegance and elegance in temperament. The body is just right plump.
Of course, no matter how beautiful or coquettish this woman is, it is not the point.It was not enough to surprise Zheng Fan like this. What really shocked Zheng Fan was that
he,
knew this woman!
Moreover,
He once drew this woman with his own hands!
"Feng...Feng Siniang?"
Zheng Fan felt that he was dreaming. Could it be that once a person dies, he will enter an endless dream? Among them?
It seems that death is no longer a terrible thing, but a kind of relief in pursuit of freedom.
The woman looked at Zheng Fan standing in front of her,
her mouth was slightly open, and there was a sparkle in her eyes. For a moment, her red lips were slightly opened in laughter, tears streaming down her face. Didi Luo was crying, and she had lost her temper to the extreme.
In the end,
the woman simply put her hands in front of her lower abdomen, bent her knees,
sobbing:
"Lord Come on, you’re finally awake!”