Thirty Days of Sweet Curse

  Every story has to have a beginning, and my story began with a phone call. When the phone rang, I shivered and felt an inexplicable chill. I looked at the number and it was an unfamiliar one.

  I don't usually answer this kind of phone call, and often let it ring, becoming a small note in my peaceful life.

  But this time its jump scared me out of my wits, and I finally picked it up.

  A woman on the other side asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, are you Dingding?" Little Dingding.

  Little Ding?

  It seems that after I was seven years old, no one would call me like this anymore. It's not because my dingding and I grew up, but because I left my hometown, left the land that would so passionately call me.

  I said, who are you?

  The woman said, "I'm Aifeng, do you still remember? Your childhood friend."

  I was stunned for half a day, and suddenly I realized, I said, is it really great love?

  Haha, you really remember me!

  I murmured in response, "Of course, how could I forget? How dare I forget?" Are you okay?

  I'm doing great, I'm getting married, can you come?

  An old friend I hadn't seen in years sent me such good news, which surprised and delighted me. "Congratulations!" I said. "When is it? I'll definitely be back."

  It's just these few days, five days later is a good day, are you coming? Are you really coming?

  I said, of course, I'll definitely come, are they all okay? Those two rascals.

  Dai Ai fell silent for half a day, then said in a low voice, "Erbiao is no good."

  I let out an "ah" and asked, what's wrong with him?

  Dà ài shuō, èr jiǎo zǐ jì chéng le tā bàba de shǒu yì, gěi bié rén kāi chē, jié guǒ zài gāo sù lù shàng chū le chē huò, rén shì huó zhòng lái le, gāo wèi jié tuì. nà ge chē zhǔ bù guāng bù gěi qián, hái xiǎng ràng èr jiǎo zǐ péi tā de jǐ shí wàn de huò wù, zuì hòu xiāng lǐ xié tiáo, bù yòng èr jiǎo zǐ péi qián le, què zhī gěi le yī wàn kuài qián. zhī gěi le zhè xiē.

  100,000 yuan? A high paraplegia? I cursed a sentence of mother, and asked Dà ài, what about others? What about Pàng Dūn?

  Dai Ai said that Peng Dun was also on the bus at the time, and they were taking turns driving. Peng Dun is now a vegetable and has not woken up yet, he needs to be fed for everything.

  My heart sank and I cautiously asked, "What about Xiaobudian? How is he?"

  Dai Ai fell silent for a while, then said, "Xiao Bu Dian later went to the city and installed air conditioners for people."

  I let out a sigh of relief and said, "Well, that's good. Installing air conditioners is also lucrative."

  Ai said, but he had an accident, one day fell from the top floor, was scratched by the power lines above, head hanging on the power line, body on the ground, it is said that his head was... was...

  I followed with a trembling voice, three meters?

  She said with a big smile, "How did you know?"

  I swallowed bitter water, I don't know why I knew, why I wanted to know, and what I also knew was that great love would die if married.

  This wedding is her funeral.

  At this moment, I have a piece of paper in my hand, which was originally picked up when I heard the news of the friend's passing, as evidence of our past friendship. This helps me recall the warmth of that period of time.

  The paper is old, with a few crooked wishes scribbled on it. They were our childhood jokes, but now they are our curses.

  "I hope I will be tall and big in the future, can grow up to two meters, no, three meters." That was what Little D said back then.

  "I hope I can just lie in bed and do nothing, without worrying about anything." This is Peng's wish.

  "I hope I can become a millionaire and never have to run around again." Er Huanzi eventually became a millionaire, and he could no longer run.

  Now my friend is only you, are you coming back?

  I took a glance at the loving wish, my body couldn't help but tremble. I tried to restrain myself, but it didn't seem to be of much use. My voice trembling, I said, "You, you, you can't get married. If you get married, you'll die."

  Her greatest wish is very clear, she hopes that she will always be the happiest, and when a woman is happiest, it's naturally her wedding day, but this forever, I dare not say out loud.

  Under her is my wish, I write that I can be forever twenty-five years old, this year I am twenty-five years old, yes, at this moment I am twenty-five.

  I suddenly feel like I'll always be 25 years old, and everything will go as I wish, but is this what I really want?

  I will die at twenty-five years old, I won't be able to see the sun of twenty-six years old.

  Every day at twenty-five I may die, the only certainty is that I won't be able to eat my twenty-sixth birthday cake or blow out those candles.

  Boom!

  Something exploded inside, and suddenly a crimson burst in his brain.

  In this crimson light, something is twisting, as if it were a woman's body, and yet again like a python.

  The phone hung up, and I stood there as if I felt something behind me exhaling cold air, I didn't dare turn my head, just standing there, motionless.

  I feel my body has been frozen stiff, the chill is running wild in my bones, my back is like countless snakes slithering, I feel the scythe of death pressing on the back of my neck.

  I frantically rummaged through my phone and found the calendar, checking it day by day.

  I still have one month until I'm twenty-six years old.

  How much longer can I live?

  Thirty days!

  Seven hundred and twenty hours!

  43,200 minutes!

  Twenty-five million nine hundred and fifty-nine thousand seconds!

  Drip!

  My life.

  Less again.

  One second.

  Drip!

  Drip!

  Drip!

  Drip... Drip...

  I held that paper and didn't know when I finished reading it, until my body went soft and I sat down. I felt myself trembling, I was really scared.

  I am a writer, and writers are not necessarily firm materialists, because in some sense we are also creating a world. When we write deeply, we can see the wonders of this world, and hear the lively conversations of our protagonists.

  This world is alive in our minds and truly exists.

  If I can create a world, why can't the world I'm in be created by someone else?

  But I'm also very suspicious, I wonder if this is a joke? Is it a long-unseen old friend's tease?

  I decided not to scare myself anymore, picked up the phone and dialed it back, but it was an empty number.

  I was stunned for half a day, the number wasn't dialed by me, but I dialed it back, definitely no mistake, I dialed again, still an empty number.

  I put down my phone and thought for half a day. I must go back once, no matter if this thing is true or false. It's always good to see an old friend of many years.

  Most importantly, I don't want to die yet. For the first time, I feel like I haven't lived enough. No matter how nonchalant and world-weary I may have seemed online, that was just a shallow and laughable attempt at being profound by a young person.

  When the Grim Reaper's scythe was placed on my neck, I realized the preciousness of life. How many more days do I have?

  I heard time ticking away in my mind, I still have thirty days left.

  Thirty days of life.

  Whatever it is, whatever curse has been laid upon us.

  This is not my fate, I want to escape, I want to resist.

  I want to find the truth.

  What is truth anyway?

  Death is the root of human fear. I was still lamenting the length of my life, but suddenly I was faced with death and had no psychological preparation at all.

  I was suddenly very scared, I feared death, feared everything that was about to come.

  But in the next second, I found out that this was not the most terrifying thing.

  What is more frightening than death?

  I didn't know before, but now I understand, it's just a process of waiting for death.

  When a person knows the time of his own death, when this moment is accurate to one minute and one second, when every second is flashing before your eyes, even the bravest person will tremble with fear.

  Aren't you afraid?

  When you know you can live for at most one more month, what will life be like for you?

  Fortunately, you are all lucky because heaven hid death for the sake of protecting his people.

  But I wasn't so lucky.

  On that day, I clearly saw the god of death and heard my own deadline.

  Started the last month of my life in a very absurd way.

  If you only had one month left to live, what would be your heart's desire?

  For me, it's simple, I just want to keep on living.

  That's all.