Ding Xi, and His Death
by Li Hao
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In the early morning of a September day, 43-year-old Ding Xi snored into death, and his stopped breathing still contained a faint smell of alcohol. The person who took him away was a serious-looking young man with a pockmarked face. All he said to Ding Xi along the way was, follow me. Don't ask, don't ask so many questions, shut up, I told you to shut up! Although it was sudden, even accidental, Ding Xi accepted the result: people always die. It's a good way to die. Just... The disobedient tears flowed out again, and he had to wipe his hands again - Ding Xi was very afraid that this move would be seen by the young man walking in front. Fortunately, the young man just walked by himself, as if Ding Xi behind him did not exist. Ding Xi couldn't pretend that he didn't exist. Such darkness had made him very scared. Even though he was dead, he was still afraid of what was lurking in the gray surrounding him.
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