I don't know what to do at this time.
A knife penetrated my body, a little to the left of my chest, and should have entered my heart, but no blood came out. This is a kitchen knife that is not too long. The blade is very thin and I don't feel any pain. The coldness of steel spread throughout my body as my blood circulated, and I couldn't help but shudder. The blade moved, going deeper and deeper into my body inch by inch. And I just stood there and watched, as if I was not the one who was stabbed, and as if I had been waiting for this moment for a long time. It seemed that a long time ago, I was already a dead person, a walking corpse.
When I wrote these words, we were sitting in the school library after school, and Xingyu was struggling with a large stack of Chinese, mathematics, and English practice papers.
"Xingyu..."
"Huh?"
"What do you think of 'death'?"
"Ah? Death? Where did the question come from? Ah... I really want to die right now..." Xingyu put his slender and slightly white fingers into his hair, looking crazy, without raising his eyes.
Who stabbed me with the knife? In the dream, I didn't know. I only knew that that person gave me "death". Facing this sudden visit of death, I felt inexplicably peaceful.
Yes, there is no panic, only peace comes. It feels like falling asleep under the tallest camphor tree in the playground behind the school on a sunny afternoon in early summer. In this season, the camphor tree bears strings of small yellow-green flowers, and the surrounding area is filled with the unique fragrance of camphor.