Some psychological studies have shown that children are not aware of death until the age of five, and they will stay quietly with their deceased relatives, even if they are told that they are dead, without the slightest sadness or fear.

In their opinion, the so-called death is just falling asleep -

["Do you already know about death?"

"Not yet, what kind of thing is it?"

"Terrible stuff. ”

I picked up the bread that had fallen on the floor and put it on a plate. I didn't eat it for hygiene reasons. I haven't been able to understand death yet. I knew I was going to die one day. But I don't think it's scary. Is it so scary to stop moving? I feel like something is missing between the stop and the terror. I'm afraid that's something I'll have to learn.

……

I think of the lively rabbit chasing after each other from vegetable to vegetable. Look at the rabbit in front of me, whose white fur is dyed red, and whose eyes are narrowed into a line, and who can't move. It's not okay to check it out in an underground warehouse. I heard him talking from a distance.

"Ah~~~Ah'~~~"

I opened my mouth to say something. But not a word was spoken. I felt a pain coming from deep in my chest. I should have nothing to do with the pain, but why did I hurt? I lost my strength and knelt down.

"I ......"

I have the ability to shed tears.

“…… This kid. I love this kid. ”

He looked at me with the look he had seen something very distressing.

"That's death. ”

As he said this, I grabbed my head with both hands, and I knew that dying was the pain of losing something.

……】

He wanted to teach her what death was, but only if he really understood it, he would know what death was.

When a life she liked died in her arms, she understood and tasted that feeling.

It was an irresistible feeling of powerlessness, a kind of dazed and helpless that all the blood in the chest flowed into it irretrievably.

It won't hurt if you don't lose, it won't hurt if you don't cherish it, it won't hurt if you don't understand it, and it won't hurt if you don't really see and feel it.

And because it is cherished and understood, it is extremely painful.

She was a child who had not been born long ago, and she should not have received such a cruel lesson.

But because of him, she had to study early, and she happened to learn.

At this moment, she regretted that she had such a heart.

"I hate you......," she cried, "I like you, but even so." It is a very hard thing for me to bury your body. If it's so painful, it's better not to have a heart. I hate you who give me my heart......"

This time, he was also helpless, showing a sad expression.

Life is so gorgeous, but we are all propelled by the invisible but powerful time, and we go and go until death comes.

The boy's voice was a little hoarse, and a sense of compelling sadness leaked from the screen, as if an invisible tentacle choked thoughts.

"This kind of plot is really ......"

Lin Wei felt that his chest was a little stuffy, and he had no time to take more tests.

[I sat beside him. From the window you can see the courtyard. Freshly washed clothes are white and dazzling. If there is wind, if you blow your clothes, you can see the well blocked by your clothes. It was a morning that had no chance of death.

"A few hours left?"

I looked outside and asked him. He was silent for a moment. When the silence was over, he told me how many seconds he had left in his life.

"If you die of a pathogen, can you keep the time so accurately?"

"This~~ Who knows. ”

He replied in a voice that wasn't very interested. I nervously tried to ask him.

“…… You don't name me because you can't paint or make music. It's not that you don't want to take it for me. It's because you can't take it. ”

He finally stopped looking outside and turned his head to look at me.

"I was also able to know exactly when I was dying. Because robots like me are set to stop their activities from the start. And then, you are ...... too"

Actually, you are not infected with any pathogenic bacteria. I'm afraid he has seen others build sailboats before, so he will fight. In a world where all mankind has perished, he is the only one who has survived without dying. He looked at me for a moment, then lowered his head. The white face looks very melancholy.

"I've been hiding from you for so long, I'm sorry ......"]

"I'm sorry. He apologized to her.

He was also made to bury a man, and he had tasted what it was like to die, and he knew what it was like.

It's a pity that before death came, he couldn't help but make her.

At the very least, when death comes, there will be someone who will hold his hand all the time, hold him tightly, and not seem so sad, lonely and afraid.

At the very least, after death one person will bury him with his own hands, and in the sun, on top of the yellow picture, another white stone tablet will be erected next to the white tombstone, and he will be buried next to his loved one.

He disguised himself as a human in the hope that she would suffer less.

He made himself appear peaceful and serene, and died with as grace and dignity as possible.

But no matter how calm, peaceful, graceful, and dignified, you still have to die after all.

In the face of death, we are all children, crushed and crushed by the giants of fate.

She was the only one left in this world, in this empty world with only a robot.

What's left?

"Thank you for making me. ”

It was very natural to express what I wanted to say through my lips.

"But I used to hate you, too. ”

My head was still on his chest, so I couldn't see his face. Still, I knew he nodded.

"If you had only let me bury you, just so that I might see death, I would not have been afraid of death, and I would not have been grieved for who died. ”

With his weak hand, he touched my hair.

"I liked something, and then when I lost it, my heart screamed. How many times will I have to go through this in my remaining days, and how many times will I have to endure sorrow and pain? How painful it is. If that's the case, why don't you just make me a puppet who doesn't love anything and has no heart. ”

From outside came the sound of birds. I closed my eyes. Imagine a few birds flying in a blue sky. When I closed my eyelids, tears still flowed from my eyes.

"But now I thank you. If I hadn't been born in this world, I wouldn't have seen the vast grasslands on the hills. If I don't give my heart, I can't look at the nest happily. I won't be frowning because of the bitterness of coffee. Touching every shining point of the world. What a valuable thing. Thinking about it this way, the blood that I shed because of my grief in my heart is also proof that I am alive......"]

In the sunlight, the faint sound of gears in his chest was gone.

She said goodnight to herself.

Like an ignorant child, she was a little sad but not so sad.

She knew she would live the same life as he did.

Alone, living for a year, two years, decades, hundreds of years.

When she is old and dying, or after she can't bear the emptiness, she will make a him or her out of parts.

That she or he will bury her, and after a long life, and after him or her after him/her......

We learn to hate in life and love in death.

We live in light and darkness and reincarnation, grow up in love and hate, inherit the complex emotions of love and hate, and carry the mission of creating new life in this world.

Because of the new life, in this remote and lonely world, we who are indulged in reincarnation can escape again and again and never die.

……

When Lin Qiang snapped his fingers in front of him, Lin Wei realized that a person had entered the room, and he had just woken up from the story with a somewhat dazed expression.

"How's that interesting?" Lin Qiang asked, "what kind of story is it, tell me the part that isn't scary." ”

Lin Wei nodded, his lips opening and closing several times.

It seems that there is a short circuit after being overshocked, and there are pictures under the sun jumping in his mind, but he doesn't know how to describe them, he can only list the words that pop out of his mind one by one.

"It's probably an anti-anti-bot story...... About one robot, there is another...... There are also stories of death. He said.

"A robot, he's going to die, make another robot and bury himself, and when the other robot dies, there will be another one, and then the next one......"

"Death is loss, time, pain, the pain of loss. ”

"I hate death, but I find love in death......"

In his sister's unconscious eyes, he summed it up like this:

"Anyway, it's not a horror story. ”

ps: The computer is finally good.,Happy.,200 soft sister coins are still a little distressing.,But it's finally time to update.。

ps2: Stupid management deer took it upon himself to clear my group.,I'm sorry for the group friends who were cleared.,Trouble to add it from the new /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ I'm very sorry.