136 Helen's Life Story (30) Mouse Revolution

136 Helen's Life Story (30) Mouse Revolution

Tyndareos had fallen, he had no strength to close his mouth, and could only let the countless little finches fly into his belly, and his hands had been bound by the ghost with ropes. Now he could only roll on the ground with his body, keeping his mouth close to the grass, but despite this, many birds flew into his mouth.

Tyndareos rolled on the ground, and when he rolled to a steep slope, he woke up from his dream, and when he woke up from his dream, he realized that it was not some ghost bird that flew into his mouth, but a lot of small ants, because it had not rained for a long time, and when Tyndareos fell asleep on the ground, the ants found that there was vapor on his mouth, and called many companions to eat and drink fairy water.

What the hell is going on, in my sleep, there are obviously a lot of small finches flying into my mouth, why do I wake up with so many ants? Tyndareos thought to himself. The meaning is similar, they all go into the mouth, but the ant and the bird are too different, one is flying in the sky, and the other is walking on the ground, why is it pulled together?

What are you doing, and why would a person fall in this barren mountain? Oh, I was here to find Helen.

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Tyndareos shouted Helen from place to place, and he ran on the mountain road with his hands outstretched, and a divine force was blowing in his feet, making him run faster and faster, and begin to fly.

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Tyndarios spread his hands, and he was flying like a bird, sometimes above the clouds, so that he could not see anything clearly, and sometimes he would come out of the clouds, and then he would see many trees and ditches below, and cattle and sheep, and thatched huts in the countryside. Where will Helen be?

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Suddenly he saw a sea below, and when did he fly into that vast sea? He couldn't remember which way he had flown from, the sea he had accidentally flown into, and he suddenly realized that there was the sea below. Will there be a place to rest in the sky? Definitely. Flying down must be drowned in the sea, and it must be endlessly far from front and back.

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Dog yesterday, pure redundancy, will Helen be at sea? Definitely. Can she row? Definitely. Let's save some effort and see if we can fly to the edge, Tyndareos thought.

This is the case in real life, the more he can't see the edge, the more tired Tyndareos is, he is so tired that he is almost unable to fly, just like a helicopter, he can only fix himself in one place, and he can't fly forward and backward, left and right.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the sea, he couldn't use the strength to fly high anymore.

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Unable to think of anything more, Tyndareos had to devote his last breath to calling on the names of his loved ones. Anyway, it is purely superfluous to do the last flight struggle, and with its loss to hopelessness, it is better to call out this last breath as the sustenance of the dream of relatives, and it can also be regarded as reporting a death notice of a family member.

Tyndareos was also a bit of a superstitious person, and he had heard Leda say that if a man was about to die in a foreign land, it was better to call out the names of his relatives with all his last strength, and in doing so, he would dream of his relatives and tell them where he had died.

It must be death, Tyndareos thought to himself, it is impossible to survive at this point.

(I don't know if it was the United States or the Soviet Union, but there was a pilot who was killed in the air.) Whether it is out of oil or a malfunction that cannot be repaired immediately, it is only a matter of time before it crashes. At this time, he opened the video conversation with the following, the first is his captain, the second is the national leader, and the second is the family. The wife is holding her son in the video with her husband, and you can mention it when it's sad, only the person concerned can know,)

At this time, our Tyndareos was shipwrecked in the air, but he didn't shed tears, just like that pilot, some are just still very firmly in control of their own flight direction, life, can live for a second is a second, since there is any way.

The fact that Tyndareos did not shed tears does not mean that he is not saddened by the death of his life, but that this pain has gone far beyond the scope of his painful tears. In other words, it is far from enough to use tears on this kind of pain, and since it is not enough, then simply not to shed it.

(We often see a woman in real life, her husband is dead, or her son is dead, she is just sitting on the ground, stupid, her face is bloodless, her eyes are straight, and there is not a single tear on her face.) Who would dare to say that this is called not being sad? )

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Tyndareos had closed his eyes, it was Helen's name that he had shouted with his last breath, and he saw in his daze that the words he had shouted were flying into the distance, in Helen's dreams.

Why not in Lida's dreams? That's because the memory of Tyndareos' last loved one is Helen. It's like a computer copying with a mouse, you have copied 10,000 words in front of you, and you find that you forgot to copy a subheading, when you go to copy the subheading, then there is a subheading in the mouse, and you forgot to point out the 10,000 words that you copied before, this is the memory of Tyndareos at this time.

(It's a lack of a mouse, and there must be computer experts trying to break through this stump.) If you say it can't be, you're a fool. Of course you can, click to come out with a new copy. Double-click to come out of the mouse and keep it inside. )

By the time Tyndareos saw his cries flying into Helen's dreams, his eyes were completely closed, and he thought in his heart that he had accomplished his task in this life.

Tyndareos felt himself sinking rapidly, the air sinking without a hint of resistance. Ghost, he feels like he's been sinking for a long time, why hasn't he been thrown into the sea yet?

It turns out that this is not going to die, but it is so comfortable, as if returning to the cradle of my mother when I was a child, and the feeling of fluttering is really indescribable. It turns out that death is still a very comfortable thing. Out of ghosts, why do people in the family cry when they die? Could it be that the eyes are too comfortable?

No wonder many people choose to die when they are desperate, it turns out that death is a choice of life, and it is more comfortable than living. Now I've been sinking in the air for a long time, this is definitely an underwater world, drowning in the sea is certain, the problem is that I don't even know when I died, why don't I remember the process of drowning in the water at that time, as if I didn't have pain, so I died.

Have you sunk to the bottom of the sea now? If it is, then I can feel the ground on my back, but now I feel that I am still lying in the air, and I can't be soft anymore, this is death? Holy shit, I knew death was such a good errand, I should have died a long time ago.

Hell, where are my memories? What was I doing just before I died? Oh yes, I was looking for Helen, and when I got to the point where there was no way, I grew wings out of myself, thinking that the water in front of me was a river, and I flew into the middle of the sea, and after running out of energy, I was now falling into the sea and dying.

Maybe not, if I had fallen into the sea from exhaustion and died, would I still have life to think about these questions? Definitely. Fuck, I'm afraid people will think about things after they die. Yes, does this need to be backed by science? The problem is that people can't be resurrected after death, and you're still thinking about things after you die, who can you tell this proof to? When you come back to life, people will say that you are talking nonsense, because you are not dead, or not completely dead.

I'm not dead yet.

A sudden logical and anti-logical thinking caused Tyndareos to wake up from his sleep again. He sat up from the grass, no wonder he didn't feel something on his back when he fell asleep, it turned out that he was sleeping on the soft grass.

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Tyndareos was walking down the mountain path again, where would Helen and her brothers and Leda and Master go? Out of the ghost, why do I think of Leda and the master, why not Lida and Helen? Wasn't I deliberately letting my mind bind Leda to the master? This pair of dog men and women, Tyndareos couldn't help but curse in his heart when he thought of this.

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Now Tyndareos stumbled a little as he walked, and every time he walked by a little tree he thought: "Dog, why aren't you an apple tree?" It's better for you to have a pear than nothing at all, do you want to starve me to death in your barren mountains?

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Tyndareos was too hungry to walk anymore, so he chose a good meadow and sat down. I couldn't help but shed a tear in my eye. Out of the ghost, fuck me, I didn't feel sad, why did I let myself cry? Maybe I'm just afraid that there is a ghostly bird that has sprinkled a handful of urine in the eyes of the master?

This ghost sky is also, why is it always not light and not dark, if you want to be at night, you simply can't see your five fingers, otherwise it's a clear sky, don't hurt your master like this day, dead or alive, dizzy, drowsy.

"Helen, Helen! ……”

Tyndareos called out to Helen as he began to drowsy. Tyndareos was asleep, but he still felt awake, just a little lightheaded.

Turning around, the polarized light of Tyndareos' eyes saw Lida, who had passed through the path, and only after a while the master also appeared, and he also followed behind Lida and passed through the path. They are walking in the same direction, are they going to choose a good meadow with a leeward and sunny side? It's been so long, haven't you done something stupid? Yesterday, this one was playing with a change of tricks in the second palace, or three into the palace, in the heart of Tyndarios, his imagination was very wonderful.