I,

Dead...

Zheng Fan believed that he should have died.

However, the moist, warmth, and long-lost warmth slowly wandered around one's body.

At first, this feeling was just faint, slight, and difficult to capture, but gradually, the sensory stimulation began to become clearer and clearer.

Is this a feeling of dying?

seem,

It's not that unacceptable;

even,

It's a little more comfortable.

The input of the nerves is like a dry canal that is reintroduced into living water, from moistening the cracked land to moistening and finally to storing water, this is a gradual process.

As all this unfolds, Zheng Fan's perception of the outside world began to become more and more sensitive.

He could feel the warm liquid dripping from his hands, his feet, and his chest.

A strange thought began to emerge from his consciousness.

Zheng Fan began to doubt,

Own,

Really dead?

No one knows what happens after a person dies. Even though the studio friends have created many horror stories about ghosts, they are just imaginations after all.

After all, the dead cannot write a few hundred words of experience like primary school students and pass it back.

Zheng Fan began to try to do something, the first thing he did was to open his eyes.

At this time, he felt like he was moving mountains. On the one hand, the perception of various parts of his body was quickly recovering, and on the other hand, no matter how hard he tried, he could not open it.

It seems like he is in a state of being overwhelmed by ghosts, and wants to resist, but he can only struggle in vain.

"Clang!"

The sound comes,

Then a splash of heat waves poured over the noodles.

Under this stimulation, Zheng Fan finally opened his eyes.

The line of sight is blurred at the beginning, and can sense a little light, but cannot image it.

Immediately afterwards, a shadow hit, and began to constantly wipe my face while blocking my gaze again and again.

Just like a person who just woke up, washing his face with a hot towel, he could really get a refreshing mood for a while.

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 skirt, holding a copper basin in one hand and holding a towel in the other, looking at herself with a nervous look on her face.

So,

Did this girl just now wake up from a basin of hot water?

And the warmth and comfort I felt before was she wiping her body?

The girl was frightened because of her negligence and poured a basin of hot water on the noble man. This noble man was told by her mother to take good care of her.

For the past six months, her job has been to serve him. Even though he has been unconscious and has not woken up, she has not dared to slack off at all. The most obvious evidence is that this man has been in bed for half a year and has not even had bedsores on his body.

Only those who have truly taken care of bedridden patients know how much effort the patient has to pay without bedsores.

But the girl had no complaints at all and was very grateful for the errand.

In other words, this man is her life. If something goes wrong, according to her mother's temperament, she may kick her into the red tent in the railing to receive the smelly guests.

My mother's temper is not good, and it is very bad.

If my mother knows her mistake and finds that the bed is wet, she...

The girl's loss of consciousness did not last for too long, because she suddenly realized that the man's eyes were actually opened!

The girl blinked,

Zheng Fan blinked,

4.5 seconds of silence,

"ah!!!"

The girl screamed,

This scream made Zheng Fan, who had just woken up, twitch and was almost fainted by being called again. It was a pity that this girl would not practice soprano.

"Mom, he woke up, he woke up!!!"

The girl turned around and ran out of the room while shouting loudly.

The room finally became quiet, leaving Zheng Fan alone.

Zheng Fan tried to urge his hands and feet, and at first he felt a little numb, but soon found the support point, got up from the bed with some difficulty, and supported the bed with both hands and got off the bed.

My legs were a little weak, but fortunately I was prepared in advance and I did not fall to the ground directly.

After gasping for a while, Zheng Fan released his hands again and stood completely on the ground. His back was a little bent, his center of gravity squatted slightly, and he was still carefully maintaining stability.

The whole process was a bit like a newborn baby learning to walk again. His body seemed a little too weak and he was already sweating profusely.

Only then did Zheng Fan have the intention to look at the room. The wooden structure was a bit old, the furnishings in the room were also very retro, and there was a dressing table in the corner with a bronze mirror on it.

"I'm......"

According to the arrangement of the room I am currently in, if the absurd possibility of being sent to the Hengdian Affiliated Hospital is ruled out,

This is myself,

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 ever heard of the bronze mirror, but not many have actually seen and used it with their own eyes. After all, it has been eliminated for many years. However, when Zheng Fan stood in front of the mirror, he 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, it is much better than I imagined.

Zheng Fan looked at the mirror and reached out to touch his face. What was in the mirror was his face. Well, it seemed that it was not soul-piercing...

Moreover, the face in the mirror is somewhat different from when I died. Before I was euthanized, I had already become skinny and bone-skinned due to the torture of the disease. But now, there seems to be some more flesh on my face. Although I am still a little thin and pale, it is already acceptable to normal people.

With his head down, Zheng Qiang noticed that he was actually naked, not only without a top.

But when I woke up, I really didn't notice this for a moment.

Once a person has no clothes on his body, he will easily feel insecure, especially in this unfamiliar environment, this uneasiness will become even stronger.

Thinking about it now, that girl was just wiping her body?

What Zheng Fan didn't know was that over the past six months, the girl had helped him wipe his body almost every day.

It was the girl who 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 sweatshirt with a black color, mixed with a little dark red. At the same time, under the chair, there is also a pair of boots.

This is the clothes Zheng Fan wore when he committed suicide. He liked this style of clothes and had designed many sets of them himself, because he felt that sweatshirts could bring him a sense of security, especially when he put down the hat of the sweatshirt to cover most of his face, he could give him the peace he needed.

With some difficulty putting on his clothes and boots, Zheng Fan was so tired that he could only sit on the chair and lean on the dressing table and gasped. His body just woke up was indeed too weak, but no matter what, it was much better than his sick body when he committed suicide. At least, this body should be able to recover a lot after recuperating for a period of time.

At this moment, Zheng Fan suddenly noticed a figure appeared at the door, and he was still gasping for a while, looking up immediately.

For a moment,

Zheng Fan felt like he was shocked.

At the door of the room, there was a woman standing at her age, looking thirty-five or sixty. She was wearing a blue long dress, a phoenix hairpin, her lips were red and her eyes were naturally charming. This was a very young age, and this woman had the elegance of temperament and the plumpness of her figure.

Of course, no matter how good this woman looks, no matter how coquettish her body is, it is not the point, and it is not enough to surprise Zheng Fan like this. What really shocked Zheng Fan is that,

he,

Meet this woman!

and,

He once drew this woman himself!

"Feng……Feng Siniang?"

Zheng Fan felt that he was dreaming. Could it be that once a person dies, he will enter an endless dream?

Then in this way, death seems to be no longer a terrible thing, but rather a kind of liberation in pursuit of freedom.

The woman looked at Zheng Fan standing in front of her,

My mouth opened slightly, and there was a crystal flash in my eyes. For a moment, my red lips were opening lightly to laugh, and tears were falling, and I was crying. I was already losing my composure.

By the end,

The woman simply put her hands in front of her lower abdomen and bent her knees.

Sheeping:
Chapter completed!