MTL - If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will?-Chapter 11 That horrible night

It is May Day, but it hasn't arrived in the summer. If it is in the urban area, it is very difficult to encounter thunderstorms. I didn't expect it here, we were awakened by the thunder of thunder.

I have lived for almost 19 years. I have never found out that the thunder can be so loud. The original lightning can be so bright, that person...

The key is, the thunder of the karaoke, how do I hear how it is just above our heads, the lightning can be kneeling down at any time to burn me with only a few bones left... too horrible!

I buried my head in my sleeping bag and rubbed my ears. I wanted to manually lower the loudness of the thunder. Why didn’t it work? What happened to Lei Gong’s quarrel with the electric mother today, the voice is getting louder and louder, and it’s always near my ear. I was so scared that my whole body was tight and my head was rising.

Zhong Yuan was also woken up. He turned over and muttered, "Is nature going to be awesome? It's a good weather."

Abnormal!

I am more and more afraid in my heart. Who knows if the next lightning will hit my head? Look at this battle, can I confess my life here today? No, I haven't lived enough...

At this time, Zhong Yuan’s voice was remembered again. With the lightning that was shining like white at that time, the atmosphere was strange and strange. Zhong Yuan said: "Wood, are you afraid of thunder?"

I trembled and replied: "I am not afraid of thunder, but I am afraid of death."

Zhong Yuan smiled and said in a low voice: "Nothing, even if you die, there are not so many people to accompany you."

I wailed, "I don't want to die. I hope everyone will live well. No one will die..."

Zhong Yuan stretched out a hand and patted me on the shoulder. "Do not worry, it is so easy to die."

I ignored him, got out of the sleeping bag, turned on the small table lamp, and then smashed the backpack and began to turn things around.

Zhong Yuan asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Me: "Write a testament."

I pulled out a brand new small book and a pen from my backpack. Fortunately, I have a complete set of things this time.

Zhong Yuan also got out of his sleeping bag. He came over and said, "Do you really believe that you will die?"

I glanced at him and said with deep meaning: "Children, people must have a sense of urgency."

Zhong Yuan squirmed his finger and knocked on my head. "The child is also called by you? Come, call "Clock Brother."

Vomiting... I gave him a look, didn't take care of him, and started to open a small book to write a suicide note. Well, what to write, if I am really dead, what information do I need to leave for the living?

I tapped the chin with the tip of a ballpoint pen, and finally wrote on the first page of the small book: Dad, I love you.

The gesture is weak, revealing dying struggles and grievances. I looked at the few words that were so soft and sorrowful, and suddenly came to me.

No, I am really going to die? I have not yet filial to my father...

Zhong Yuan suddenly grabbed my little book and looked at it. I turned to look at him, only to find that he was staring at me with amazement.

Khan, he must be laughing at the ugly words I wrote. I thought so much more in my heart, so I did not hesitate to **** back the small book. "If you want to write, I can lend you a piece of paper."

Zhong Yuan waved his hand. "I am afraid that you are dead. Your suicide note is still missing. So help you a little, prepare a verbal testament, if you can use it in time."

Although I doubt if he really is so kind, but it seems that he still has some truth.

Zhong Yuan said again: "Then, besides your father, what else do you have to say to other people?"

I thought about it and said, "Tell us the three unconscion in the dormitory and let them praise me a lot at my funeral."

Zhong Yuan nodded and asked: "Is there still?"

Me: "I am sorry to say to the teacher in the lab, and congratulate her." Our class boys gave me a nickname called "Laboratory Killer" because every time I do an experiment, I almost break something, or engage in it. What's wrong with the instrument, and because of this, my money that I can't make ends meet is almost exhausted.

Zhong Yuan: "What else?"

I thought about it and said shyly, "Tell Lu Zijian, I admire him."

Zhong Yuan blinked his eyes. "What else?"

"Is there?" I thought for a moment and shook my head. "Nothing, although I will die very fiercely, but I am very low-key."

Zhong Yuan: "Then you have nothing to say to me?"

I slammed my head. "Yes, I almost forgot... Zhong Yuan, can I please you?"

Zhong Yuan nodded his head and said, "Let's talk."

I smiled and said, "Well, can you take a picture of your camera and burn me when I die? I..."

Zhong Yuan’s eyes are not good: "Then you are waiting to die."

I:"……"

Can such a small request be unsatisfactory? This person is really stingy.

I no longer care about Zhong Yuan, and I have studied the content of the suicide note. The more I think about it, the more I have to say, so I am going to write a book under the dim light.

Zhong Yuan said on the side of the wind: "You don't want to write an autobiography temporarily?"

I didn't even bother to lift my head. I didn't get back to him: "What about you!"

Zhong Yuan said lazily: "Now don't thunder, are you sure you want to continue writing?"

I dropped the pen, erected my ears, listened to it, sweat, really didn't fight? At this time, the outside of the tent was very quiet. The only sound was the sound of the raindrops on the sand. The thunderstorm of the Leigong mother was over?

I closed my little book and took a long breath. "Fortunately, I have returned a life."

Zhong Yuan said: "Forgot to tell you that the place we chose is windproof, lightning-proof and flood-proof, and our tents are also able to avoid lightning."

Me: "..." That is to say, my scare just was superfluous? The suicide note I wrote is useless?

I suppressed the anger in my heart. "Why tell me now?"

Zhong Yuan replied with a smile: "I thought you were acting to entertain yourself."

I:"……"

......

When I got up the next morning, the sky was clear, but the surroundings were still wet and the air was fresh. We simply ate some breakfast and set off for the whole time. This time the target is the main peak.

It’s really a hard work to climb a mountain. I don’t want to talk about how tired it is. I believe everyone who climbs the mountain knows. As for not climbing the mountain, hey, everyone climbed the stairs? The elevation of our mountain is more than 1,700 meters. The foot of the mountain is plain. We are climbing from the mountainside today. It is conservatively estimated that the vertical distance should rise at least 600 meters. What is the concept of 600 meters? If three meters is used as a floor, 600 meters is 200 floors. Yes, we have to climb 200 floors, climb from the first floor, climb to 210, and do not allow to take the elevator... and this is still a conservative estimate.

However, the sense of accomplishment of mountain climbing is also here. When we sweated to the top of the mountain with great sweat, the ambition of "listing the mountains and small mountains" that came from our hearts suddenly made us feel that it was worthwhile to sweat more. What is the meaning of life? If you ask me at this time, I will definitely answer that the meaning of life is conquest.

Of course, although we have a hero, we are actually a bear when we go down the mountain. It is easy to go down the mountain, and I am deeply aware of it here. Our way down the mountain is not the return of the original road, but the choice of another road that is more difficult than the original road. The steps of this road are the same as those of no shop, and they are very high. Some places are even as high as one meter. Fortunately, when I am at home, I like to climb trees and jump up and down all day. So I don’t have any time to jump. It’s not so hard. Active girls, in these places, need a boy to pull a hand to pass. In addition, there are even more outrageous. In some places, the road is completely "there is no road in the world. If there are more people walking, it will form a road." Some steep slopes will be counted, and rock sand will seep out from the soil. I have almost slipped several times. Good behind Zhong Yuan helped me in time. Although Zhongyuan provoked me last night, I was embarrassed to be angry with him when he helped me today.

After a while, we came to a more dangerous place on the way down the mountain. The reason why it is dangerous is that it is not only stair-shaped, but also steep, steep, and very narrow. If two people meet on this road, one of them must rely on the wall to make room as much as possible. Another person in the past - is such a narrow road.

Our group of people marched slowly against the mountain wall, fearing that they would step on the air and fall. When I walked over a landslide, the stone under the foot as a fulcrum suddenly loosened. I instinctively slammed it, and the other foot immediately slammed into the air and stepped on the edge of the cliff. I panicked and danced. I wanted to keep my body balanced. The road under my feet was so slippery. I saw that I would go down the cliff outside the road...

Zhong Yuan’s eyes were fast, and I grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

But I am even more depressed. Because when I was dancing, the camera accidentally took off my hand. Now that I am back, it has fallen...

I stared in the direction where the camera disappeared, and said, "The camera, the camera..."