The Lost Corpse

Chapter 6: Resurrection of the Corpse 2

But I didn't move, sometimes hope is shameful. He walked in holding the dishes, and after seeing the situation, he widened his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the desk. He put the dishes down, and went to touch the shoulder of the skeleton. I wasn't inside. The skeleton was stiffly twisted around, and remained motionless. He stared at it for a long time, and the excited expression on his face gradually faded. He picked up the body and placed it on the bed. In fact, when he got up he should have already seen the paper, and seemed to have regained some vitality.

After placing the corpse in its position, he turned back and read the paper he had pinched in his hand slowly. I saw the curve of his face rise and fall as he read it several times. I had never seen him so happy before. He almost leaped onto the bed and held the bones tightly. 'Are you here? Are you still inside now?' Only then did I enter and nodded gently. He didn't say anything, just leaned in closer to me. He held me for a long time, and I noticed he was trembling slightly, unable to suppress the urge to tighten his embrace again and again. I also hugged him back, pretending to understand his feelings of regaining something lost.

Later, he began to recount how we always went to that forest, how I would always sit under that tree, saying I wanted to fall asleep there and never wake up. He talked about how I hated watching cartoons the most, and every time we had a cold war, he would provoke me with that, making me unable to resist scolding him and talking back. He talked about how I always loved taking care of plants, watering the flowers every morning."

"He talked about our past, but to me, it was just about Lu Nan and Wu Mo. I felt no sense of involvement, couldn't remember any of it, and by the end, I didn't even want to listen anymore. What exactly does one person like about another? If the body has decayed into a skeleton and memories are gone, what is there to like? Maybe he only likes the Wu Mo from his memories; love is a kind of habit. I was deeply touched that he used to like me this much, but I also doubted if I was truly the 'me' he spoke of.

These questions seemed somewhat unreasonable, and emotionally, I resisted delving into them. Before long, I fell back asleep. The first person I saw when I woke up in the morning was unexpectedly Yellow Hair. He lowered his head and was doing something with some tools on me. I struggled to sit up. He sensed my movement, raised his head, and looked at me, so surprised that he stopped moving, his chest rising and falling rapidly. But quickly, he furrowed his brows and looked furious. 'Damn, I don't know what the hell you are, but if you dare harm my brother, I'll send you to the crematorium and burn you to ashes even if you're Wu Mo.'

Lu Nan stood behind him and patted his back, saying, 'Don't talk to him like that.'"

"Alright, alright. You go to work, and I'll take care of him. It's not possible for him to move his joints freely right now. At most, I can make it easier for him to bend." Yellow Hair lowered his head again and got busy, while Lu Nan bent down to kiss me and left, leaving me and a stunned Yellow Hair looking at each other.

Yellow Hair stayed silent for quite some time, but eventually he couldn't hold back and started talking to me: "I don't know what you're thinking, but I find it quite disgusting to see someone kissing a skeleton. Are you going to live like this with him from now on? You won't age, won't die, and will never see the light. And... you're not Wu Mo, right? You're a woman, aren't you?"

I struggled to shake my head, my teeth clicking together, but I didn't manage to say anything substantial. Yellow Hair couldn't take it anymore and turned his head away. The sight in front of him must have been panic-inducing, as his face contorted in distress.

I lay stiffly on the bed, reminded of when I used to hide behind the car during my childhood escapades.

The author has something to say:
So sorrowful.