The only thing that gives him some comfort is that his family only has nightmares occasionally.
Han Qiang's mental condition was very bad and he had to take leave to rest. But obviously, his condition could not be solved by resting.
"Husband, husband?"
His wife's call rang in his ears. Han Qiang threw the cigarette into the ashtray, rubbed his brows, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You ask what's wrong?" The wife dropped the broom in her hand with some dissatisfaction and complained, "Didn't you listen to what I said?"
Han Qiang remained silent.
Seeing his haggard look, his wife couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and said in a gentle tone: "Have you forgotten, the day after tomorrow is our wedding anniversary, and it also happens to be the birthdays of our son and daughter."
"I thought about it for a long time and asked my children's opinions, and finally decided to eat at the Nanyue Hotel. There is an open-air restaurant on the roof..."
"no!"
Han Qiang interrupted her.
"Why?"
"You said it was on the roof of the building. The child is so young, what if he falls down accidentally?"
The wife said helplessly: "The railings there are as high as two of them, and I will take good care of them." As her words changed, she said with admiration, "It would be so romantic to overlook the whole city together."
Han Qiang wanted to say it again, but his son and daughter came over to act coquettishly and clamored to go, so he had to give up.
Just in time for a change of mood.
So that night, the family dressed up and went to the outdoor restaurant on the roof of the hotel.
"So high, so high."
My daughter, who was excited before, is now a little scared.
Han Qiang touched her little head and said helplessly: "You are clamoring to come, now you know you are scared?"
The wife, who was wearing exquisite makeup, said doubtfully: "There are a little few guests today. I heard there are usually quite a few people."
"It's nice to be quiet."
At this moment, the son suddenly pointed in one direction and shouted: "It's big brother!"
As he spoke, he jumped and waved to that location.
Everyone looked over and found Xu Heng standing alone in front of the railing, seemingly overlooking the scenery below.
He didn't seem to notice this and stood quietly. His wife, who was ordering, thought about it and asked the waiter to order a few more dishes.
The family chose a location slightly closer to the railing, where they could see the scenery downstairs.
Feeling the night breeze on the high-rise building, listening to the children's exclamations from time to time, and looking at the changing night scene downstairs, Han Qiang suddenly felt that it would be nice to come here.
The wife didn't look at the scenery. She quickly pulled Xu Heng over, asked him to sit with the family, and then started talking to each other.
"Are you here to eat too, or are you the only one?"
Xu Heng lowered his eyes and said "hmm".
Han Qiang stared at him with burning eyes. He thought this was such a coincidence... There was obviously no one around tonight, so why did he happen to be here?
"By the way, where is your mother?" Seeing Xu Heng raise his head, he looked back and asked casually.
Xu Heng said nothing, but just when Han Qiang thought he didn't want to answer, he heard him speak.
"She's dead...she jumped to her death a while ago."
The slightly cheerful atmosphere immediately dissipated, the smile on his wife's face gradually solidified, and Han Qiang's pupils also shrank.
"How could this happen..."
"Like my father, he jumped from the roof... My mother and my father have been together for a long time, and they have a very good relationship. She cried every night after my father died... Sometimes I think about it, after death
For her, it is not a blessing."
Han Qiang suddenly remembered that when a taxi passed by the residential building where Xu Heng's family lived a few days ago, the driver said that someone had committed suicide.
So the person who committed suicide was Xu Heng’s mother?
His arms trembled slightly and he felt inexplicably irritable.
"But even so, she can't abandon you, right?" His wife looked at Xu Heng with sadness on her face.
There was no sadness on Xu Heng's face, he shook his head and said calmly: "I am sick and I am about to die. My mother did not abandon me, so I can reunite in another world."
The wife was stunned and couldn't even speak. Fortunately, the two children were still young and could not understand the cruelty in these words.
Han Qiang lowered his head unbearably, but when he raised his head, he found Xu Heng staring at him.
But when he looked carefully, he found that it seemed like his illusion.
Xu Heng did not look at him, but stood up and walked to the railing, looking in one direction.
"I've been to this place once," he turned around and smiled, and continued, "You can just see the roof of my house from here...it's very clear."
Han Qiang's heart jumped inexplicably.
"Where is eldest brother's home? I want to see it, I want to see it!" The son rushed to Xu Heng's side.
Han Qiang's heart suddenly rose and he stared at Xu Heng, fearing that he would throw his son downstairs in the next second.
He was so scared, this guy knew...he must know!
The expected horrific scene did not happen. Xu Heng just rubbed his son's head and did nothing else.
Han Qiang's heart gradually dropped, and he walked to the railing and looked into the distance. He actually saw the residential building, but it was very blurry.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but heard Xu Heng ask his son beside him: "Is he very tall?"
The son nodded excitedly and said: "It's so high, so high! If you jump down... maybe it will feel like flying..."
As he spoke, his voice became colder and colder, as if he had lost all emotion.
"careful!"
These familiar words made Han Qiang's heart beat wildly, his eyes turned red instantly, and he rushed over with a yell.
Isn’t this what Xu Yan said before he died?
Everyone looked at Han Qiang. As if he was possessed by a demon, he suddenly threw himself on the railing, making a huge collision sound.
The night wind blew past my ears, and everything around me became quiet.
Han Qiang looked around, as if he had returned to the day he committed the crime.
"Leaking secrets is punishable."
Xu Yan stood in front of him, blowing smoke rings and smiling: "I'll wait for you below."
As he spoke, he opened his arms and leaned back, disappearing from his eyes.
Han Qiang lowered his head and saw the dreamy night scene and the bright red flowers on the street.
Broken corpses with closed eyes, pedestrians like puppets... everything is the same as in the nightmare.
Just as I remembered, in the next second, all the pedestrians who stopped raised their heads in unison, and together with the corpse that suddenly opened its eyes, revealed a malicious look.
"now you!"
Han Qiang was horrified and wanted to retreat, but found that the railing in front of him suddenly came loose, and his forward leaning body fell from the building along with the railing.
The wind began to whistle in his ears, and the missing sounds returned. He heard the cries of his son and daughter, the screams of his wife, and a familiar unpleasant voice.
"It's like flying, right?"
At the last moment of his life, Han Qiang's heart calmed down. He opened his arms and experienced the feeling of flying, with a relieved smile on his face.
"Finally no more nightmares..."
The same thought also appeared in the artist's mind, and he subconsciously thought that he could wake up.
"boom!"
In the night, a bloody flower bloomed.
In a daze, he saw a Yingying figure walking towards him. The other person's face was blurred. He leaned over and looked at him, as if he was laughing. He tore off his mouth like paper and looked up at Xu Heng, who looked calm upstairs.
His voice was hoarse, like a mourning crow.
To be continued...