Miss, you are my future wife

Xiao Yao opened his eyes.

There was only darkness before my eyes.

When he was young, when he was trying to fall asleep at night and thinking about his past, he often couldn't help but wonder who could tell him what death would feel like.

Xiao Xiaoyao asked his parents, and his father’s answer was that anyone who could answer this question could not answer it.

Xiao Yao didn't understand, nor was he shocked. He could only speculate on his own.

In Xiao Yao’s imagination when he was young, after his death, the sun would still rise as usual, the mountains would not move, the water would still flow, the waterfalls would still rush, the crowds would come and go, sitting and standing, everything would be the same as before, the only difference was that “I” no longer existed.

Xiao Yao always felt very strange about what it felt like when "I" didn't exist, and he couldn't figure it out, but it always made him feel uncomfortable.

Xiao Yao felt unhappy and deeply frightened and worried about it.

In the boy's philosophical conjecture, the situation of death might be like this.

He will stay in an eternal dark space - because he is dead, his eyes cannot see, so there is only darkness; because he is dead, his ears cannot hear, so there is only silence; because he is dead, he cannot feel his body and limbs, nor does he have the sense of touch or smell. The dead should be just a consciousness floating in the ether space, forever carrying out long and boring thinking without even the right to feel pain.

Xiao Yao believed that if there really was hell, there would be no need for everlasting fire or immortal insects. Just the above would be enough.

When they grow up, Yu Bo tells him with confidence that heaven and hell are real. Xiao Yao hopes he is right, but he can't help but have doubts.

It seems that my guess about hell was correct, and I have indeed gone to hell.

He, Xiao Yao, was not convinced.

Although he had not been physically baptized, he was generally a good person and had not refused to learn the Bible. It was really inhumane for God to arrange for him to live in hell - expression?
Thinking of this, Xiao Yao couldn't help but feel depressed and terrified. He opened his mouth, not knowing whether to pray or curse.

Immediately afterwards, the cold river water poured directly into my stomach.

Xiao Yao coughed instinctively and breathed subconsciously. The river water went directly into his trachea and rushed straight to his forehead. He continued to cough and drink water until his belly became bloated.

To be honest, it seems that my sense of taste is still there, the taste of this broken river water is really terrible.

That is to say...

I'm not dead yet...?

Xiao Yao obediently closed his mouth and stopped breathing.

A few minutes later.

He began to wonder if he had returned to hell.

Why can one maintain vital signs and consciousness without breathing?
The feeling of suffocation still existed, but every time he was about to give in and opened his mouth and nose, a weak stream of air would be injected into his lungs, making him feel like he was reborn.

Overall, it still feels like the suffocating feeling before a summer thunderstorm, but given the current situation, being alive is already good enough, and I don’t have time to pursue livability.

Xiao Yao couldn't help but start to wonder if he had awakened some superpowers in desperate situations like the protagonists in those stories. Could it be that he had evolved... gills?
Won't it become a rush? !

The boy hurriedly tried to touch his cheek, but he failed - his hands could not move.

Only then did he realize that he was still tied up in the sack.

Xiao Yao raised his head and looked towards the water, trying to find the light in the darkness.

He succeeded.

I don't know how far away it is, 5 meters? 10 meters? He seemed to see the shimmering water and dim starlight from an underwater perspective.

Suddenly, Xiao Yao remembered the time when he and Shen Jie played diving in the Dongqi summer camp.

The boy's heart was tugged, and it hurt a little. Reason told him that now was not a good time to be sentimental.

If you raise your head, the water will seem to choke your trachea, which is very uncomfortable.

Xiao Yao lowered his head.

He began to wriggle and crawl along the riverbed with difficulty, like a dark reptile.

Since everything below the head was wrapped in a sack which was tied with a thick rope, the only parts of Xiao Yao that could move were his neck and chin. His legs formed a whole outside, like a mermaid's tail, trying to coordinate with his upper body to move slowly and with difficulty.

Not knowing how much time had passed or how far they had advanced, Xiao Yao bumped into a fish on the way. The slippery feeling made him break out in a cold sweat - luckily it wasn't a carnivorous fish.

Xiao Yao finally found what he was looking for, the bedrock.

Should it be called bedrock? Whatever, it's just a large piece of rock with relatively sharp edges...

Xiao Yao used his handsome face to find the "blade" he was looking for.

Then, like a fat pig scratching an itch, he began to cut the thick hemp ropes outside the sack.

This was not easy. Xiao Yao was exhausted and kept resting for a while until he saw the light on the water surface getting brighter, which meant the sun had risen.

During this whole period, Xiao Yao felt his body becoming more and more numb, and his trembling became more and more severe.

Considering the season and the fact that it was night, the boy was worried that even if he could breathe underwater, he would die of hypothermia.

But this did not happen after all. Just like breathing, every time his body temperature dropped to a critical value, a warm current would flow back to him.

At the darkest moment before dawn, Xiao Yao even felt that he was not wrapped in this damn sack but a soft blanket, and his lower abdomen was always covered by a warm current... It felt like... a hot water bottle?

Yu Luying, Yu Luying, is that you? Can you hear me?

Xiao Yao asked silently in his heart while rubbing the last thick rope.

The only answer he got was deathly silence.

Symbiosis.

Xiao Yao wasn't sure, but he suspected it was symbiosis.

Xiao Yao couldn't make a conclusion whether it was the remnant, the last symbiosis, or the revival of symbiosis.

Was it Yu Luying's concern for herself that activated the symbiosis and saved her life?

Or is it because Shen Jie still has me in her heart to some extent, so the symbiosis will not completely disappear?

Xiao Yao finally cut the last hemp rope and climbed out of the sack with difficulty.

He took a deep breath, and then was choked to death again.

Xiao Yao tried hard to suppress his desire to breathe and curled up his body like a fetus.

He lay face down, with his knees bent and his hands around his knees.

The young man's body floated slowly towards the surface of the river.

Shen Hongsheng, you old bastard, just wait for me.

It's not over!

Xiao Yao silently recited in his heart. (End of this chapter)