The face in the mobile phone

In the last three days, I woke up every morning with a face on my mobile phone screen. On the first day, I was an old man with a serene look. The next day is a woman, frowning; The third day was a young man who looked like a college student. These faces only appear when you wake up in the morning and turn on the phone screen, and disappear immediately after staying for two or three seconds. At first, Acheng thought it was an illusion when his dreams were blurred.

But on the fourth day, things got a little complicated.

Like every day in the past, Acheng stood on the platform waiting for the bus with soybean milk in one hand and steamed bread in the other. Suddenly, a screeching brake pierced the air, and at the same time, another woman was knocked down. A woman's white dress was already stained with blood, and her mobile phone was thrown a few meters away. Public transport places such as Acheng are accident-prone places. I have witnessed several car accidents before, and I can do nothing but lament the impermanence of life. However, at the moment he saw the dead, the half-bitten steamed stuffed bun fell to the ground and the soybean milk dripped down the skirt.

Didn't the victim's face appear on the phone this morning? !

Acheng limped almost to the same place, stood for a while and was pushed into the car, but he was uneasy at work all day. Acheng has been doing psychological construction for himself all day. He must have stayed up too much and had too much mental stress. It must be like this.

However, things are obviously not that simple. The dead at the scene of the accident in TV news, the madman who committed suicide by cutting his wrist in the opposite community, and even walking on the road will see someone being hit by a billboard that suddenly fell down.

And these people's faces, without exception, appeared on their mobile phone screens.

Acheng is scared and collapses almost every day. One day before going to bed, he suddenly went crazy and rummaged through the wardrobe until he found a fist-sized Buddha statue. After setting it up, Acheng suddenly knelt down and knocked on his head three times. "Buddha! Give me some inspiration, what did I do wrong to do this to me? " She was in tears. A figure appeared in front of my eyes with tears. "Master!" Acheng's voice trembled with excitement. "Master, help me!"

In front of the old man smiled, "young man, what can't you let go? Don't be afraid, bring the old lady a cup of hot tea ... "

"No, master, I have nothing to put down. Well, a strange thing happened to me ... "

Acheng told the master exactly what happened these days, wiped his nose severely and asked, "Where is the master? When will such a thing end? "

The master smiled and said, "What are you afraid of?"

Acheng scratched his head. "I work in a hospital. Seeing a doctor and a patient every day has long been numb to death. I never think about the life of patients when they are healthy. Now I see different faces every morning, everyone has their own expression, and I can't help but imagine this person's life. After reading it for a long time, I seem to feel the joys and sorrows of this face. But every day, everyone I see will die, as if everyone around me is leaving one by one. If they no longer appear in my mobile phone, don't they have to die? "

The master looked at Acheng thoughtfully. "In this world, people die every day. Whether it appears in your mobile phone or not, you just happened to witness the disappearance of these lives. And ... one day it will be your turn. "

Acheng couldn't help kneeling in front of the master. "Please tell me what to do? Will I die, too? Will I appear on the mobile phone screen one day? Can you just wait for death? "

The master sighed and said slowly, "The secret can't be revealed. I can only tell you that your destiny is in your own hands. " Good and evil will be rewarded. If you can escape this robbery, the face that appears in your mobile phone represents good luck in the future. "

Say that finish, the owner disappeared.

Sitting on the floor, his brain went blank.

Acheng chewed the master's words repeatedly, but never understood the true meaning.

The next day, he decided to ask for leave and go back to his hometown to see his parents. Acheng's hometown is a remote mountain village. The mountain road is rugged and long, and most passengers are sleeping. Acheng sat by the window, watching weeds and dense forests pass by at high speed, trying to remember what his hometown was like when he left. He hasn't been home for three years.

Finally arrived at the destination, watched the bus arrive in Acheng, patted the wrinkled shirt and walked home along the path in memory.

I met many acquaintances along the way. Zhang, who drove to other places, said, "Your boy knows to go home and have a look.". Matchmaker Zhao, who is always eager to match people everywhere, asked Acheng a lot of questions about whether he has a girlfriend in the city. Li Nainai, who hasn't seen you for a long time, is leaning against a big persimmon tree in the yard to enjoy the cool. As soon as he saw Acheng, he called him over. Cheng saw that Li Nainai's teeth were almost gone, and he couldn't stand the air leakage. Li Nainai is crazy, and he blames Cheng again and again. "He didn't come these days, but the persimmons fell off when they were ripe ..." When I was a child, Acheng always climbed the wall of Li Nainai's house with his best friend Yin Hang to steal persimmons, so many years passed.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery, Acheng felt a little bitter and unconsciously took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Since that strange thing, Acheng has become less and less willing to use his mobile phone, and he won't take pictures with it. Acheng watched it again and again with his mobile phone, and finally took pictures of the wheat fields in the village. It doesn't matter if you don't shoot people Maybe one day you will die. Let me leave some memories of my hometown.

This path, which is less than five miles, took more than an hour to get home. I called home before I went home, and my mother was busy preparing meals. Looking at the smoke curling up, Acheng rubbed his nose and called "Mom" to the kitchen.

The old couple prepared a table full of dishes, as if welcoming the distinguished guests from afar. Mother kept touching Acheng's head and patting him on the back. Father is not good at talking, but he keeps adding vegetables to his son. Acheng suddenly had an inexplicable emotion. Even if the person on the mobile phone is himself tomorrow, he should stay with his parents today. Mom said that he had lost weight for some time and should find a girlfriend and a companion. Acheng knew that her mother was hiding her thoughts that she hadn't seen for years.

"Cheng, if you can stay at home for a few more days this time, you can go around the village. Many places are different. Hey, if only Li Nainai could see you back. " Acheng was about to say that he had just met Li Nainai, but he heard his mother sigh: "When Li Nainai died the year before last, he kept talking about you and asked Cheng Xiao why he didn't go to her to eat persimmons."

"What? ! "Acheng was surprised. "Mom, I just met Li Nainai."

"The child talk nonsense, Li Nainai for two years. Eat fast and sleep fast, all tired silly ... "

Mother is still nagging, and Acheng won't listen to a word. He only felt that a cold and greasy snake was crawling along his spine, giving him goose bumps.

What's going on here?

Say hello to your parents after a hurried meal, and Acheng went straight to Li Nainai's house.

Persimmon tree is still the same persimmon tree, but the wall collapsed and the house leaked, as if no one had lived there for a long time. He tried to shout a few times, but there was no sign of Li Nainai.

In an instant, Acheng suddenly had a bad feeling and turned and ran home. The villagers looked at this unpretentious adult running like a madman, showing amazing expressions. Acheng has a strange feeling and suddenly can't say where it is.

Finally approaching the door, Acheng suddenly stopped.

Home is gone.

Where there should be houses, the grass is desolate.

Parents, cooking smoke, rich meals, just like a dream.

Standing at the door for a while. He tried to smash the damn cell phone, but it didn't work. This is fate. Which means god wants to kill him.

Acheng wandered around the village like a soulless man, and it was getting dark. I wonder who shouted "Acheng?" Patted him at the same time, Acheng turned his head and was his best friend as a child-Yin Hang.

The moment I saw Yin Hang, Acheng suddenly understood what was strange just now.

Yin Hang grew up stealing persimmons with him when he was a child. However, he should have died unexpectedly at the age of seventeen because of Acheng. They went swimming in the river in the village together. They had a crazy time and swam far before they knew it. When they got to the place where the water was flowing fast, Acheng suddenly had a cramp in his leg and struggled to be submerged. Yin Hang was washed away to save him, and later the body was found in another village. Acheng was depressed for a while because of this, and almost gave up the college entrance examination.

Yin Hangben should have died, that's all. Just now, when I hurried home, many villagers on the roadside were already dead, but I was too impatient to react.

That is to say, since he returned to the village, the living people have died one after another, but all the dead people have come back to life?

"What the fuck is this? I didn't do anything. ! "

"Acheng? Acheng? What are you doing standing there? Come to my house later, my parents talked about you yesterday? "

Acheng looked at Yin Hang in front of him. He was not the same as when he was seventeen. He is taller and stronger, but the smile on his face remains the same, and he is a little shy and curious. If Yin Hang lived and grew up, it would be like this.

Dragged all the way to the Yin family, Acheng looked at the teenager in front of him as if he had returned to his boyhood. Two people were walking and laughing, and the sunset was spreading on the country road, dragging two shadows.

I lost my home a few hours ago, but I accidentally met my former good friend. Should I be happy or sad?

Yin Hang seems to miss the past more than himself, chatting with people who have always been silent. Yin Hang said that they hadn't seen each other for more than a year, and every time he called Acheng, he seemed very tired. Ask him if he has encountered many disputes between doctors and patients, and say that his company has a lot of things to do at the beginning. If it weren't for building a new house for the old man at home, I'm afraid he won't be able to go home again this year. Yin Hang asked Acheng why he didn't tell him when to go home and why he didn't come to see him. He didn't know that he had been thinking about him for so long. He must be a friend who values sex over friends.

Jean listened quietly to her friends' nagging. Jean used to talk a lot, but now he just smiles and listens to Yin Hang talk about what they have experienced and have not experienced together.

Finally, Acheng asked, "Do you remember when my parents were away?"

Yin Hang sighed. "When we were in high school, my uncle and aunt went to the city by bus, and the office car overturned on the mountain road. At that time, you were hit and almost gave up the college entrance examination. " Yin aerial photographed Acheng's hand. "Fortunately, it's all over." Acheng nodded. "Yes, it's all over."

The next day, Acheng told Yin Hang that he had something to go out alone, so he walked along the path to a small temple twenty miles away from the village he remembered. Even in an emergency, there's nothing we can do anyway. Since God wants to curse him, there is nothing to do but seek comfort.

The temple is in the mountains, and the incense is cold and cheerless. Acheng saw the man sitting in front of the temple at a glance-the master who had "enlightened" himself.

The old monk sat under the big tree in front of the temple and poured himself a cup, completely ignoring the aggressive Acheng.

"Isn't it rude for a monk to drink!"

The old monk looked up at Acheng. "I do."

"Would you like to? ! You're going to fucking kill me, you know? "

The old monk gulped down the wine in the cup. "You will."

"I am willing to fart! Parents are gone, and so are the living people in the village. What the fuck is going on here? Explain it to me! "

"You took photos of the village with that mobile phone." The old monk casually poured another glass of wine.

"fuck! I haven't even photographed anyone, so I don't want this stupid thing ... "He said, throwing his mobile phone to the old monk.

"It's too late, things have been like this. If you throw away your mobile phone, the village will never recover. Your parents are really dead. "

Acheng stared and didn't move.

The old monk suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed. "What are you afraid of? As long as the photos are deleted, the village will soon return to its previous appearance. "

Acheng one leng, picked up the phone and operated quickly.

"But now people will disappear ..." The old monk smiled at Acheng.

A Cheng, stop.

After drinking the last bit of wine on his back, the old monk got up and said, "Now you can choose for yourself whether to restore the original state or keep it the same." The most difficult thing for a man is to control his own destiny. Now the key to your destiny is in your own hands. Let it be you! Oh, by the way, you must make a decision within three days, otherwise there will be nothing ... "

When Acheng reacted, the old monk had disappeared.

He picked up his mobile phone, walked into the temple and lit a column of incense. Acheng began to walk slowly back. When I arrived at the village entrance, I saw Yin Hang writing and drawing on the ground with branches not far away.

"Little air", Acheng shouted, and Yin Hang turned and waved to him.

What are you doing here?

"You said in the morning when you come back, don't say where to go. I'm afraid the traffickers will sell you. Go, go home for dinner. "

"Wait", Acheng took Yin Hang and turned to go. "Xiao Hang, would you hate me if I killed you?"

"What? ! "Yin Hang do surprise, with the branches in his hand, pointing to Acheng," I didn't think you and that Yue Buqun are birds of a feather, want to kill me? All right! Ask me if they will answer! "

The boy in front of him looked at him like a 17-year-old silly boy and gradually blurred. Like a tornado entering the body, the internal organs are blown apart. Acheng quickly turned his head. There have been too many tears recently.

"Go for a walk, hurry home, I can't afford to lose this person with you." Acheng hoarsely pushed Yin Hang hard. "Such a big man is still like a mental illness."

Yin Hang paused. "Say, Acheng, do you remember when you were a child, when you were good at telling stories? I still remember the story of the dreamer. "

"What dreamer?"

"Oh, there is a dreamer sitting on a banana leaf ..."

Once upon a time, there was a skilled dreamer. He has no fixed place, only a banana leaf. Every day, he sits on a banana leaf and drifts along the river. He went to the place where the river flowed. If someone meets him by the river, the dreamer can let him have a dream, and the content of the dream is decided by the dreamer. As a reward, the dreamer should give the dreamer a tear. I don't know how many places the dreamer has traveled, how many dreams he has created and how many tears he has collected. When a place is in a fast-flowing water, the dreamer shakes off the tears at the cuffs and lets them flow down the river.

Someone asked the dreamer to give him a dream of making money, because his life was too poor; Some people pray for children's dream of reunion because children never go home to see them; Some people ask the dreamer to create a dream in which everything is full of vitality and spring blossoms, because he is blind and has never seen the appearance of spring. ...

Dreamers have many dreams, many people indulge in them and never want to come out again, and eventually die of old age in their dreams. The dreamer didn't stop them, but quietly swept away a little tear with his cuff.

One day, the dreamer drifted to the edge of a small village and met a woman who was crying. The woman told the dreamer that her lover had recently abandoned her for a new love, and that the people she grew up with could not rely on trust. She was very sad and shed a lot of tears.

The dreamer said he could give her a dream. The woman thought for a moment and said, "I want a dream that makes me feel less sad, but I can't indulge in it." I still have friends and family in reality, and I can't let them get drunk in their dreams. " But I feel so bad now. Give me a dream that can soothe me. "

The dreamer looked at the woman and nodded.

Later, the dreamer had a dream for a woman. In the dream, she and her beloved are happily married and have children, but because the beloved is sick and tired, her youngest son is always in trouble and her parents die one after another. When my daughter was six years old, her lover left. At this time, although the woman was sad, she had to think more about her family and had to submit to humiliation. Finally, in her later years, women who became mother-in-law disliked daughter-in-law and son-in-law more and more, and contradictions continued. It is in this life that women finally die of old age.

When she woke up from her dream, the woman was exhausted. She thanked the dreamer and said, "Thank you for your dream. I don't like him anymore Please take away a tear from me! "

The dreamer raised his cuff. "I have taken away my tears. You have cried too many times in this dream. "

Later, the dreamer floated to other places on banana leaves.

Yin Hang said and looked at Acheng. "At that time, you told me this story, and we discussed what kind of dream to build. You said you should have the special function of bringing back the dead in your dreams, and now you are a doctor. And I just want a lot of delicious food. " Yin Hang solemnly looked at Acheng. "What do you choose now?"

"I don't know, it's just a dream. All the same. "

Yin Hang wiped Acheng's tears with his cuffs. "If I choose now, I want to be a dreamer. As long as a banana leaf is enough, where the water flows, I will float, and where it floats, I will see the scenery. Sometimes it is a mountain, sometimes it is a flower, sometimes it is sunny, sometimes it is a rainbow, and everything is fine. "

Acheng finally burst into tears.

"The elder brother of the Acheng, also don't know what happened to you, you don't want to say I don't ask. But don't be afraid, the banana leaves you are sitting on will always float away. Is it not good to drift to see the scenery? "

The next day, Yin Hang sent Acheng to the station and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Remember to call me when you go back and borrow money from me. I am rich! "

Cheng smiled and waved, "OK, I can write this down."

The scenery outside the window has not changed. Ah Cheng looked at the photos in his mobile phone, tapped and deleted them.

The days when I returned to the city were spent in anxiety. Watching one fresh life leave every day, Acheng becomes a little emotional and cherishes every day.

The quiet days lasted until a weekend, and Acheng went to the bank to withdraw money. When a deafening gunshot sounded, Acheng was really scared this time and collapsed to the ground. "Someone robbed the bank!" In an instant, the bank cried and shouted.

Acheng's first thought was that just this morning, his mobile phone was broken, and he couldn't turn it on and start it, leaving only a black screen, which could no longer show the faces of those unfortunate people. Acheng thought it was all over, it was all over.

However, when the gunfire rang, Acheng had a strong feeling that this time, it was his turn.

The robbers were not far from themselves, and the police slowly surrounded the bank. Acheng thought that he might become a hostage in the hands of robbers in the next moment, and then faced the police, the robbers either missed wildly or deliberately shot themselves. ...

Bang! Gunfire shattered Acheng's idea, and he saw a child in front of the robber. The four-or five-year-old girl was dragged to the front by robbers, with a gun on her head. The little girl cried her eyes out.

At that moment, Acheng thought that there had been a little girl's face in her mobile phone before, chubby and cute, but the little girl had a heart attack that day and couldn't get off the operating table. And a few hours ago, he hooked up with the little girl and promised to take her to the botanical garden when she was well.

The child was still crying, and the child's mother knelt not far away and shouted her daughter's name. The robber was obviously impatient and raised his hand to aim the gun at his mother. Almost in an instant, Acheng jumped up and pounced on the child in the robber's hand. The robber didn't react at the moment, or didn't expect it at all. In desperation, Acheng was shot in China and North Korea.

"The bullet flies so slowly." Acheng thought, he seemed to stop in mid-air and watch the police take the opportunity to shoot the robber, watch the child being hugged by his mother, and watch the robber's bullet fly towards his heart, so accurately and accurately.

Women wash clothes by the river in their hometown; He and Yin stole persimmons and were chased by the neighbor's big dog. I dare not go home when my new shoes are broken; Smoke curled up and his mother stood in front of the door and called him home for dinner. People's faces on the mobile phone are crossed, men and women, old and young, crying and laughing, happy and angry, and the pictures overlap. Finally, they were fixed on a mirror-like black screen, and a familiar face-Acheng was reflected in the black screen.

Acheng suddenly felt a little relieved. He was the last person to die on the screen. If someone opens this mobile phone in the future, they will see a face representing good luck.

The bullet is slightly cold. If it hits the chest, it's all over.

"Mom, why hasn't uncle woken up?"

"Don't move, uncle is hurt."

"Who's talking?" Acheng felt that the sound was far and near, and it became clearer and clearer. Try to open your eyes, my little daughter's big flickering eyes are facing his puzzled eyes.

"Uncle woke up! I'm awake! Mom, look, uncle is awake! I'm awake! "

"I'm not dead?" Acheng feels like a dream.

"You wake up. Our whole family would like to thank you for saving the child. " Mother smiled and wiped her tears.

"Why didn't I die? God appeared? "

"The bullet just hit the mobile phone in your chest pocket, and the mobile phone blocked the bullet. You are really lucky. "

Acheng picked up the old Nokia mobile phone on the bedside table, with a bullet embedded in the back shell, but the front was as smooth as ever. I tried to press it, but it opened.

There is a short message on my mobile phone that my mother is lying quietly: Son, when will you bring your girlfriend back?

Turn on the front camera, and Acheng hooks his mouth at the handsome guy who blows up the sky on the mobile phone screen. "Hey, our luck has begun."