rebirth of cataclysm

"Oh, why does my head hurt so much?" Hu Mingchen turned over and got up, raised his right hand and touched his head. He felt like he had a splitting headache.

The groggy Hu Mingchen's eyes were in darkness. When he opened his eyes, he could not see clearly what the environment he was currently in was like. Moreover, the pain in his head also largely diverted his attention.

After rubbing his head twice, Hu Mingchen gradually became conscious and knew why he had a headache, because he touched the gauze wrapped around his head with one hand and the quilt next to him with the other hand.

"Damn it, such a big water, I didn't even think that I could be drowned. I will be lucky if I survive the disaster..." Hu Mingchen thought of his encounter with water in the tunnel. He thought he was rescued.

"It's just a head injury. "These people are the same. They saved me. Even if my life is not in danger, I don't even turn on a light. Is it necessary to save electricity so much? I am still a sick person after all.

The victims of the disaster."

He moved his feet and twisted his shoulders. A simple test made Hu Mingchen feel more reassured. His hands and feet were all fine, and it seemed that he only had some injuries on his head.

Hu Mingchen, who was relieved, suddenly felt a little hungry. In addition to not knowing where he was now, Hu Mingchen didn't know how long he had been lying down.

"It's true that these bastards don't even arrange for a nurse to take care of me. I'm a patient after all. Get me some food, some water, something to drink..." When he thought of this, Hu Mingchen felt a rush in his heart.

Tight, "It's broken. Does the family know about the injury? Did the foreman call and tell my family? There must be something like this. It's impossible to hide such a big thing. Oh, what if the father and the old

Mom knows, but I don’t know how worried she will be.”

"Hey, that's not right. If they knew, why wouldn't they arrange for someone to be at the bedside? Even if my father and sister are not here, my mother will never leave me alone. Could it be that something happened to them?

Going to do errands?"

"Oh, no matter what, my stomach is singing about the empty city plan. Let's deal with the protest of the Five Zang Temple first." His stomach growled twice, which drew Hu Mingchen's attention to the body's reaction.

Hu Mingchen raised his hand and touched the wall next to the bed. Why touch the wall? Hu Mingchen was not stupid. He always knew that the light switch or the pager for calling the nurse were on the wall. As long as he touched one, the problem would be

That's it.

However, it doesn't matter if you don't touch it. Once Hu Mingchen touched it, he was immediately startled.

Hu Mingchen didn't touch any monsters. He just felt that the walls were not smooth at all and were rough and pitted. There seemed to be some wooden boards and wooden pillars in the middle.

"Oh my god, what kind of bullshit hospital is this? How can the conditions be so bad? Even the most ordinary small clinic is not like this. Am I not in the hospital? I can't die, can I? Think about it

, such a large amount of water, the impact is so strong, how could I not die?" When he thought that he might die, Hu Mingchen broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"If I really died, then am I in the underworld now? The conditions in this underworld are too bad. No wonder everyone doesn't want to die... That's not right. Doesn't everything in the book say that people

After death, there will be nothing. It will only become a cup of loess and fertilizer. Is it possible to return it?

Do ghosts really exist? Have I become a ghost? Damn it, I was a poor ghost before I died. I didn’t expect that I would become a real poor ghost after death. This is too insensitive and unfair.” After death, then

An Zhi, no matter how afraid or unwilling he was, it was difficult to change. Instead, what Hu Mingchen and Ah Q suffered was a miserable life and death treatment.

After touching again, Hu Mingchen touched something he was familiar with: "This is too outrageous, a match? Are there matches in the underworld?"

Hu Mingchen did touch a match. Although he hadn't seen this thing for many years, he had at least been exposed to it for more than ten years. When he was a child, there was no electricity at home, so this thing was used a lot.

With a "swish" sound, in the darkness, Hu Mingchen flicked the match and lit it.

Even in the underworld, Hu Mingchen wanted to see what the underworld looked like and what other ghosts there were besides himself.

Under the weak light of a match, Hu Mingchen saw a half-burned candle, and without thinking much, he instinctively lit the candle.

As soon as the candle was lit, Hu Mingchen immediately became surprised and confused.

To his surprise, Hu Mingchen discovered that he might not be dead, because under the candlelight, the environment he saw was not some strange underworld, but an environment where real people lived.

Hu Mingchen saw that the bed he had just been on was a small wooden bed. The sheets and bedding on the bed looked a bit old. On the small table beside the bed, there were some daily necessities and a few elementary school textbooks.

Another point is that the earthy ground conveys a very real cooling feeling to Hu Mingchen’s soles without shoes.

At the foot of the bed, there is a backpack, a dustpan, and two pairs of older Jiefang shoes.

All this tells Hu Mingchen that she is living in a real living environment.

What made Hu Mingchen confused was that this environment gave Hu Mingchen a very warm and familiar feeling.

Although he has not seen this kind of environment for more than ten years, in Hu Mingchen's memory, his home was like this more than ten years ago.

With an uneasy mood, Hu Mingchen raised the candle. Under the flickering candlelight, he saw clearly that what he just touched was actually a mud wall, so it felt like it was full of pits, not like in a normal hospital.

Smooth and clean.

"Damn it, am I dreaming? Or am I in an illusion? Why does everything in front of me become more familiar and intimate? This room is the same as the room I had many, many years ago.

The posters on the wall are all the same." That poster looks relatively new. Even if it is illuminated by a candle, it can be clearly seen that it is a certain Hong Kong and Taiwan singer that Hu Mingchen once liked.

Everything confused Hu Mingchen. As the saying goes, true and false are true, and false and false are true. Facing the environment in front of him, Hu Mingchen was indeed a little hard to distinguish between true and false. It seemed real and illusionary. It was like a simulated dream.

, and like an ethereal reality.

With a "pop" sound, Hu Mingchen slapped his thigh.

It hurts, it really hurts a little bit.

To be on the safe side, Hu Mingchen also took a backup measure. He raised the candle with his right hand and dropped two drops of melted wax juice on his left hand.

This time, the pain signal transmitted to his arm was even stronger, and it almost made Hu Mingchen jump to throw away the candle in his right hand.

After the double insurance test, the body will feel pain, which gives Hu Mingchen a sobering stimulus.

It's real, all this is real, I didn't die, I was favored by God, and I didn't die. How lucky I am.

Hu Mingchen was so excited that he almost knelt down and burst into tears.

But then, a big question mark appeared in Hu Mingchen's mind again.

If he was not dead, how could he appear in such a room? Where is this? How has the whole situation evolved? All these parts are still unsolved mysteries, filling his mind.

Lingering.

Just when Hu Mingchen put down the candle and sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head and wondering, he heard the loud crowing of roosters coming from outside, followed closely by the sound of human footsteps.

With a stir, Hu Mingchen jumped up and stood on the floor with his bare feet.

Why do you think so? Since there are people, just ask someone. Why do you do it stupidly behind closed doors?

Hu Mingchen raised the candle, took two steps forward, and reached out to open the wooden door.

Just now, under the light of candles, Hu Mingchen had seen that although this room had no windows, it still had doors.

Moreover, Hu Mingchen always felt that this environment was very familiar to him, at least in his memory, it was not unfamiliar.

As soon as he opened the door, Hu Mingchen was startled.

"ah!"

"ah!"

While Hu Mingchen was startled, others were also frightened.

Because as soon as Hu Mingchen opened the door, he saw a disheveled man standing at his door. Still in a state of suspicion, he immediately shouted out.

Hu Mingchen's shout caused a chain reaction, and the other party also screamed in surprise.

"What the hell is your name? You scared me." After the other party called, he breathed a sigh of relief and scolded, and then showed a caring tone: "Hey, Xiaochen, why are you up? Your head still hurts.

Doesn’t it hurt? Oh, look at you, you don’t even have a piece of clothing to put on. It’s so bright and it’s still very cold. What should you do if you catch a cold? You have to spend money to see someone. Go and lie down.

.”

As he spoke, the other party half helped and half pushed Hu Mingchen to the bedside. The candle in his hand was also taken by the other party and placed on the small table beside the bed.

"You...you...are my mother?" At this moment, Hu Mingchen was like a lightning strike. His eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.

"You little brat, you fell down and you became stupid? Are you crazy? I'm not your mother, how can I still be your father?" The other party slapped Hu Mingchen on the shoulder, and then rudely handed him over.

He pushed him down onto the bed and lay down, pulling the quilt next to him to cover him.

No wonder Hu Mingchen lost his composure. The woman who appeared in front of him was so similar to his mother Jiang Yucai, but what Hu Mingchen was not sure about was that this woman was at least ten years younger than the mother in his impression.

In Hu Mingchen's impression, his mother in her forties was already a mature woman, but the person in front of him, even though he had just woken up and was disheveled, still looked like he was in his twenties or thirties no matter how he looked at it.

"Are you really my mother? Then...why do you look so young? I..."

"You, what are you? Not only are you acting crazy today, but at such a young age, you can also say sweet words to coax people. I guess you are hungry and want me to make you something to eat, right? Okay, just lie down.

Come on, mom is going to break a poached egg for you now..."

Mom? At such a young age? Am I reborn?