I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

The lights in the hospital corridor are white.

I sat on the bench outside the emergency room.

Rows and rows of blue plastic chairs, just like the ones in that provincial hospital back then.

My mom sat next to me, holding my hand.

I don't know how much time passed, but the door opened.

The doctor came out and took off his mask.

I don't remember what he said.

All I remember is that his mouth was moving, and when his voice reached my ears, it felt like it was coming through several layers of water.

Then my mom started crying, very quietly, covering her mouth as she cried.

I didn't go in to see Xiaoming.

I knew he was inside, but I didn't go in.

I sat in that chair for who knows how long.

My mom left later, probably to take care of some paperwork.

I sat there alone, and occasionally a nurse would pass by in the corridor, her footsteps light.

I took out my phone, the screen lit up, and a live stream notification popped up.

"Positive Energy A-Feng" is currently live streaming.

I clicked on it.

The live stream room was brightly lit, and the background was a restaurant.

The man sat at a dining table, which was covered with plates.

He was wearing a clean white shirt and his hair was neatly combed, a stark contrast to his appearance at the water park that afternoon.

He spoke to the camera while eating, his voice filled with a deep emotion that was slightly choked with emotion.

"Family, I feel really heavy-hearted today."

He swallowed his food, put down his chopsticks, and wiped the corner of his eye.

That movement was very practiced, as if he had practiced it many times.

"That child from this afternoon left, and I still haven't recovered. I haven't eaten anything all day."

"But I just thought about it, and I can't give up. I have to live on for that child. I have to see the world he didn't get to see."

The screen was flooded with comments.

[Feng Ge loves it]

[Brother Feng is such a good person!]

[Brother Feng, don't be too sad, this isn't your fault]

The child's father must also stay strong.

[Brother Feng, you should also take care of your health.]

He glanced at the comments and sighed.

"I plan to donate all the tips I receive during today's live stream to that father."

"I won't keep a single penny; this is a small token of my appreciation, and also a token of everyone's appreciation."

"Family members, type 'Brother Feng's kindness' in the chat."

Feng Ge's kindness fills the screen.

I stared at my phone screen.

I didn't post any comments or bullet screen messages.

I just watched him eat sashimi bite by bite on the screen.

Watching those comments scroll by, row after row.

Look at the compassionate expression on his face when he said he would donate all the tips to me.

I didn't receive any tips, not a single penny.

There were no transfers, no red envelopes, no private messages, and no one contacted me.

There was no apology, not even a simple "sorry."

His statement that "it will all be donated to that father" was just one phrase used during the live stream.

It's valuable when you say it out loud.

That's all.

Why, why would I like watching this kind of person?

Why would they believe such a person?

I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket.

The corridor was quiet, but someone was crying in the distance, not in my direction.

I stood up, my legs were a little numb, and it took me a while to steady myself.

I walked to the window at the end of the corridor and looked at the night view outside.

The city is brightly lit, the streetlights are orange, and strings of car headlights move across the bridge.

The city is still spinning.

My mom came back later, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was holding a bag in her hand. I glanced at it.

"What is it?"

She placed the bag on the bench and opened it.

Inside was an urn, a very ordinary design, made of dark wood with a smooth surface, and nothing inside.

"It hasn't been engraved yet. You should take it home first, and we can get it engraved tomorrow."

I reached out and touched it; the wood was cool, but after touching it for a while, it seemed to warm up a little.

"mom."

"..."

"I want to take him somewhere."

"Where to?"

"Water World"

My mother looked at me, remained silent for a long time, and then nodded.

Late at night, a world of water.

The door was locked, so I climbed over the wall to get in.

The section of wall next to the gate wasn't high; there was a trash can underneath, so you could easily climb over it with a push.

The park was pitch black; all the lights were off, and only the moonlight shone down from above.

We've arrived at the wave pool.

The water was calm, without waves, wind, or children screaming.

Only the moonlight shone on the water, bright and like a thin film.

I stood by the pool, holding the urn containing my ashes.

I put it on the shore. Then I turned and walked toward the staff break room; the door was unlocked.

I opened the closet, and there hung the frog costume, folded neatly.

I took it off today and hung it here; I haven't had time to wash it yet.

The water on the fabric has dried, but some parts are still damp.

I took it off.

Put them on one by one.

Pants, shirt, flippers, foot covers.

Finally, there's the headgear.

I stood in front of the mirror in the lounge.

A frog stands in the mirror, silently watching me.

I returned to the wave pool.

There are a few scattered stones by the water, probably leftovers from when the flower beds along the pond were laid.

I bent down, picked it up, and put it in my pocket.

One pocket, two pockets, three pockets.

The frog costume's belly bulged out, causing the hem of the garment and the trouser legs to droop.

I squatted down, picked up a few more small pieces, and stuffed them into my webbed hands.

I stood up, walked to the edge of the pool, and squatted down.

The urn was there, bathed in moonlight, and I reached out and touched it.

"Daddy will take you away."

I stood up and took a step forward.

The water was above her ankles.

It didn't go past my knees.

It didn't go past my waist.

I continued walking forward.

When the water reached my chest, I began to feel the frog suit sucking in water.

The fabric felt heavier, and the stones in the pocket were being pulled down.

I didn't need to struggle to sink; it carried me down by itself.

The water was up to her neck.

I stopped and took one last look at the shore.

Moonlight, an empty chair, an empty wave pool.

same as before.

I tilted my head back, and the frog headgear's mouth faced upwards.

The water overflowed my chin, my lips, and my nose.

At the last moment, I closed my eyes.

My lungs are burning.

When water was poured into my trachea, it felt like my entire chest was being churned by a blunt knife.

I am struggling.

It tried to move its hands and feet upwards and opened its mouth to inhale, but all it could inhale was water.

My consciousness is gradually darkening, starting from the edges, like a piece of paper being ignited from the four corners.

In that darkness, a thought suddenly popped into my head.

Those bullet comments, those bullet comments in the live stream.

"Family members."

"Positive energy."

"I love Brother Feng."

Please follow me.

Please forward this.

"Got it! Got it!"

I opened my eyes, underwater, in complete darkness.

I saw the moonlight, shining through the water, breaking into pieces of silvery light.

The spots of light were shimmering.

It's like countless eyes are watching me, taking pictures of me, and giving me attention.

Then the idea took shape.

It grew out of my rotting chest cavity like a rusty nail.

You guys like watching a spectacle.

You like to share happiness.

You like to take pictures, post them, forward them, and exploit other people's suffering to move yourselves.

it is good.

Then I'll turn everyone into frogs.

They'll all stay here.

May you always be happy.