Imagination and reality are sometimes really different.

He was very thin, not so skinny or skinny, but not much worse.

At the same time, he sat on the chair by himself, his body motionless, like a vegetative state.

To be honest, it's really scary to look at him through the screen.

Before the video, he told me in advance that he was sick, and I was mentally prepared, but I was still surprised to see him like this.

What kind of illness do you have?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

He smiled and said: muscular dystrophy. I was found out when I was very young, and then I didn't study anymore.

When I listened, I immediately thought of a person, a famous scientist, and then I felt a little uncomfortable.

He said that the reason why he didn't press the target when he played the game and his hands were shaking was because he could only use one finger when playing the game, and his fingers were not very flexible.

I realized why there should be mistakes when playing games.

I suddenly felt very sad in my heart, because of his illness, but also for what happened to him. Because, from him, I learned that his parents had long since divorced, and his mother was working hard to support him alone. His father had long since abandoned their mother and son.

At the mention of his father, his eyes were full of unhappiness and a little fearful. Obviously, his father was always very fierce to him, which made him very dislike writing about a father.

Because of reading my article, he once told me about the girl he liked, and about some things about his own past. He said that he can sometimes be very confused, and he also wants to do something he likes like me, and he also wants to find a job online to earn some money to share the pressure for his mother.

In my eyes, he is undoubtedly a simple and kind boy. It's just a pity that fate gave him such a terrible illness, so that he could really end his life and face death when he was in his twenties.

In 2014, due to the start of his internship, he no longer spent as much time playing games as he did in school, and he could no longer play as often as he used to. As a result, I have less contact with him.

And with graduation jobs, there is even less contact.

As the years passed, time passed, and as time passed, I gradually began to find it difficult to think of him, and his voice and smile gradually faded in my mind.

On November 5, 2015, an incident happened that made me think of him again.

My first novel, The Myth of the Star Field, was signed and put on the shelves of the Thousand and One Pages Novel Network, but for various reasons, I gave up on serializing it and decided not to write about it anymore, but to reopen a book on another website.

This new book is nothing else, it is "Blood in the Sky", which is still being written today.

At that time, I hadn't been to a thousand and one pages for quite some time.

That night, I suddenly remembered that I was going to go to the thousand and one pages. I just went to the website, but a piece of news shocked me. An author who had a good relationship before passed away suddenly at the age of 19!

As for the cause of death, it is precisely muscular dystrophy!

Originally, the author's friends, who were still talking, laughing, chatting, visiting each other, and encouraging each other, left so suddenly, in the blink of an eye, life and death are boundless, and heaven and earth are separated, what kind of surprise can be described?

He is an extremely strong person, disabled but still fulfilled his college dream, and his English has passed level 6, and he even used two fingers to write millions of words with the difficulty of tapping on the keyboard!

When I heard this news, I felt infinite sorrow in my heart at that time. I wish there was an afterlife that would allow him to fulfill his unfulfilled dreams. I wish that there really was such a magical place above heaven, which could allow him to fight the sword rivers and lakes and swim in the red dust.

Life cannot be smooth sailing, and only perseverance can get out of the smooth road. This is what Li Ke, the author of "A Leaf Falls into the City", said, and it is also what he has been insisting on doing for the past 19 years in his life. In this world, how many people can truly stick to their beliefs for their own goals?

Because of Li Ke's matter, I couldn't help but think of Xiaorui. Of course, at this time, I already knew his real name - Liu Mingtao.

Life is unintentional, life is short, life and death are impermanent.

I don't know how he's doing, if there's any change in his life, I want to ask.

It's just that I sent him a message but I didn't see him reply at all. His avatar was always gray, never shining.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, many days have passed. Gradually, QQ doesn't play much anymore, and friends around me also play WeChat, and basically talk about things in WeChat.

However, one day, my QQ, which I hadn't heard from anyone else for a long time, suddenly flickered.

"Brother Bin, how are you doing?"

It's a very common greeting, but in my opinion, this greeting is not unusual. Because it's been a long time since I've had such a greeting on QQ, and it's been a long time since I've heard from him.

Seeing this news, I couldn't help but be a little excited.

"It's okay, what about you? I haven't been in touch for a long time. I replied.

It's just that he didn't answer my question, but continued to ask me: "Brother Bin, have you continued to play League of Legends recently?"

"Well, but I don't have as much time to play as I used to, after all, I'm officially working now, and I still have to write a novel, although "Star Field Mythology" is not written, but I wrote a new one. I replied, typing with a smile on my face.

"Oh. ”

He said to me with a smile: "Come on Brother Bin, I read what you wrote, I don't know how to evaluate it, I think it is very well written, I believe you will be able to realize your dreams." ”

"Well, thank you, I don't know if my dream will come true, but I will always work hard and always do what I like. "I said to him very sincerely.

Then we talked about the days when we used to play League of Legends together, and when we recalled the past, we were somewhat sad.

And because I had something to do suddenly, we didn't talk for too long, so we had to say goodbye in a hurry.

And after I said that I had other things to do, he was silent for a while before he said, "Okay, you can go if you have something, Brother Bin." He said to me with a smile.

Because we were talking at this point, I could hear his voice clearly. When he spoke, he was obviously smiling, but for some reason, I felt a trace of helplessness and a trace of silence in my heart.

It's just that I didn't think much of it at the time.

Now I know that that conversation was the last one between us.

It's been a few years since that conversation, and we've had no contact.

Perhaps, it was the future that was expected, so at that time, Xiaorui's words would have a trace of indescribable sadness.

Flipping through Xiaorui's QQ information, I inadvertently read a QQ signature he once wrote, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

He wrote: Thank you for the company, I was very happy during the time we played together. You have to be good in the future, come on your hobby, I will miss you. Thank you for giving me this wonderful time......

His QQ signature was sent during the period before we completely lost contact, and I thought about it carefully, it turned out that when I was having a hot time with him, he was ready to cut off contact with me and no longer contact me.

I know it's not that he's eccentric, and that friends can be broken off, and I know that it's not that he's ruthless.

Although he has his own complaints and grievances, he is an optimistic person.

As he neared the end of his life, he just didn't want us friends to be saddened by his passing.

He just wanted to leave quietly on his own......

In the vast world, in the vast sea of people, meeting is a kind of accident, acquaintance is a kind of fate, and knowing each other is a kind of destined.

Although the world is very big and China is very big, some people who are originally very familiar with each other will become more and more shallow as water as time and space pass and shift.

But there are some people who don't need to be in constant contact and never forget. Every time I think about it occasionally, I still feel so warm, so tender, and so kind......

In the vast sea of people, who is the only one?

Origin and fall, who is whose warmth?

Passing by, who stopped for whom?

Indeed, life is nothing but a drama of meeting and parting, it is true that life is an inevitable departure, and it is true that life is just a passerby.

It's just that whether you are a passerby or not, after all, lies in your heart.

If the heart is there, the love is there, and if the heart is there, the warmth is there.

After all, the years are only the distance of space, how can we block the distance of the heart?

Far away, I don't know if Xiaorui is okay now, and I don't know if the lives of Momo, Sunset and others are happy or not.

It's just that, in my heart, I will always bless silently.

The encounter is beautiful, and if it is, a smile is enough......