Jiang Mo had his best friend in high school, Wei Xiwen. But after graduating from high school, the relationship gradually faded away. Like other ordinary classmates, the WeChat chat gradually became less and less, and finally we had nothing to talk about and we parted ways.
But just after graduating from college, during the summer vacation when he was waiting to enter graduate school, Jiang Mo suddenly received Wei Xiwen's obituary.
I hurried to her funeral, but unexpectedly saw a paragraph in her diary without beginning or end: "Maybe you are gray-haired, maybe you just sigh, maybe all that is left to me is silence."
Jiang Mo had nothing to say, only a thousand lines of tears.
Maybe at this moment, only I know what you are talking about.
Wei Xiwen looked at everyone at the funeral who was busy and suffering for him: Actually, I am not dead.
No one answered, no one saw, no one knew.
Unexpectedly, I saw my best friend (who I thought was my friend) coming to the funeral, and the other party could actually hear me speaking? ? ? ! ! !
Wei Xiwen expressed his position: Actually, I am not dead. Well, how should I put it, I am in an intermediate state between death and non-death, commonly known as Schrödinger's death.
Jiang Mo: If you scare me again, go and give me a real death!
But for the first time in her life, she understood what the ecstasy of finding something was like.
Intention: How to be honest?
