Peng Xiangming knew that his time had come.

It's time to arrive, too.

When he was twenty-one years old, his legs suddenly weakened, and then he was diagnosed with this disease, thinking that he could mix with Shi Tiesheng, but he ended up becoming Hawking.

It's been nine years now.

It's still the last moment.

And what can be done?

I had to comfort myself: I caught up!

To catch up, is to catch up.

No one can help it.

Thinking about myself back then, what a sharp temperament, after finding out about this disease, I was so irritable that I almost went crazy, and in the first year, no matter how much the muscles atrophied, I insisted on exercising, firmly believing that I would recover.

Man will win the day!

As it turned out, it didn't work.

Tell yourself not to give up, tell yourself to work hard, tell yourself to be optimistic, tell yourself that there are miracles.

Hehe.

If it were possible, who would want to get such a broken disease?

But where is the word if?

Slowly, the temperament grinds down.

What does it mean to grind down?

Peng Xiangming felt that from the third year to the present, his state should be considered grinding: neither looking forward to being good nor looking forward to death.

Anyway, let me live one more day, I'll use one more day, and I won't let me live, that's all.

At first, the muscles of the legs atrophied, and the speed was very fast, from the doctor to the family, many ways were thought of, some of which were not even verified.

Then there's the upper body. Arms, waist and abdomen.

In less than two years, I can't lift my arms anymore. The whole person is completely wasted, and he can't even eat in his mouth, so he has to be fed.

Later, it slowed down.

It wasn't until last year that I began to chew more and more hard, and I completely lost my ability to speak.

It's all supported by liquid food in the stomach pouch - don't think about it, it's not uncomfortable to be intubated or something, because I don't have much consciousness anymore.

Last month, I couldn't open my eyes.

Lately, I don't seem to be able to hear sounds.

In the incomparably quiet, pure and dark world, it seems that only one's brain and heart are still alive, and they can still support oneself to think, remember, imagine, be sad, and nostalgic.

The world has lost the concept of time.

It's just the last breath.

In a trance, it seemed that a song was suddenly heard.

It's like an opera, with a gorgeous soprano, the kind played by the loudspeaker in "The Shawshank Redemption".

It's like a shallow warm voice, singing something in a low voice.

Or...... It seems to be rapping, Dong Chou, in the name of his father?

"I love In the Name of the Father!"

Peng Xiangming thought so in his heart, and listened to the singing voice that seemed to become clearer and clearer.

But he knew it wasn't true.

It's just an illusion.

From being crippled to half dead, and now 99% dead, in the endless abyss of the past nine years, he has watched too many movies, TV series, novels, and listened to too many songs, cross talks, and storytelling.

A lot of it is watched over and over again.

Listen to it over and over again.

Just pass the time.

Otherwise, what can be done?

It's okay, it can be regarded as a beginning and an end, Dong Chou, thank you for sending me this last journey.

At this time, I suddenly remembered a few years ago, a thing that should be considered a very small thing - I said that I must go to the scene to see Lao Guo's year-end sealing in the future.

I remember that when I talked about this promise, which was not a promise, or should be regarded as some kind of prospect, the girl sat in her arms, her hair was teased and her face was slightly itchy.

She smells good.

I just remember that it was very fragrant.

By the way, the sunshine that day seemed to be good, and it was very bright in my memory.

What she sat in her arms and watched together that day should be Lao Guo's "Dream of the Western Expedition".

She smiled wildly.

The taste of the flesh that makes you obsessed.

and the taste of youth.

Now she's ...... I must have been married, and maybe I have children.

Definitely.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but I really miss you. ”

He thought to himself.

At this time, inexplicably, I suddenly saw Heipi sitting in a cable car, holding a big bamboo stick in his hand, and shook his hair very seriously, Uncle Ge sat beside him, patted his hand, and said: "I was going to be the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!"

It's funny.

The song suddenly sounded again, so real-

"When I closed my eyes, I saw again,

The picture of the dream back then,

The sky is a mist of mist,

Father took me by the hand,

Walk gently through that in the early morning

Quiet stone path.

I slowly fell asleep,

It was just dawn.

......”

With the brightest smile in his mind, Peng Xiangming said softly in his heart: "Dad, Mom, I'll go first." All these years, you have worked hard!"