When he came to the end of this passage, Zhang Heng saw a wooden door hidden in the ruins, and a crack was left in the wooden door, and the light was leaked through this crack.

Zhang Heng didn't think much about it, and directly pushed the door in.

At the moment when Zhang Heng pushed the door open, a violent feeling of dizziness suddenly appeared in his mind, and this sudden change made Zhang Heng subconsciously close his eyes, and then hugged his head tightly.

Then, in the next second, a cry of pain came out of his mouth.

"It hurts. ”

Then, his body sat up from a small bed.

This immortal mountain is really amazing, and this feeling of pain imitates the real thing, giving people a feeling of personal experience.

At this moment, Zhang Heng had no intention of complaining about the immortal mountain

Shock was written in his eyes, and then a pain from his soul reappeared.

He saw the surroundings clearly.

It's a small, dilapidated house.

The various items in the room were neatly arranged, but they were so dilapidated that there was not a single piece of furniture to be found.

A tattered old television was now playing a CD, and some vague images were coming from it.

The various tables, chairs, and stools in the house are all in tatters, and countless iron nails have been nailed to them to barely keep them intact.

On the table were half cakes, half of which had been cooled and even had some dirt.

The door to the room was also in tatters, with a large hole in the middle, which was sewn up with a plastic bag.

The bed in which he slept now was a few planks;

The quilt he covered was only a thin rag.

............

All of this is very familiar.

It's really familiar.

He has lived here for more than twenty years.

Here, it was the home given to him by the old man Zhang who picked up the rags.

That home that was tattered but incredibly warm to him.

This is the softest place in his heart.

This is where his most painful and helpless memories are kept.

The corners of his eyes were wet.

Shortly after he let out a loud shout.

An old man dressed in tatters with some dirt on his face appeared in Zhang Heng's sight, the old man anxiously pushed open the door, and then shouted: "Xiao Hengzi, are you okay?" ”

At this moment, Zhang Heng couldn't control it anymore, and his tears couldn't be held back like a broken river.

He hurriedly jumped out of bed, pounced on the haggard figure hard, ignoring the mess on the old man's body and a pungent smell, Zhang Heng hugged him hard.

He is an old man Zhang.

A person at the bottom of the trash pick-up.

A humble old man with good intentions but always being bullied.

He is also Zhang Heng's relative, the only relative.

"Xiao Hengzi, it's okay, it's okay to wake up. ”

"Look, this is the medicine that grandpa bought, you should take it soon!"

"Eat it, and the disease will be cured. The old man smiled softly at Zhang Heng, and then let go of his tightly held hand, which was holding two pills wrapped in paper.

Zhang Heng's breath was extremely heavy, and he stared at the old man in front of him.

"Xiao Hengzi, you have been sick for several days, but it frightened grandpa, it's okay to be okay now," the old man wiped his dirty hands with the rags on his body, and then stretched out to Zhang Heng's forehead, and after a gentle probing, he confirmed that Zhang Heng was fine, and the old man's face showed a soothing smile.

"Grandpa, I miss you so much. Zhang Heng shouted vigorously, and then he quickly grabbed the medicine in the old man's hand.

The old man smiled softly.

Then, Zhang Heng was stunned.

The movements of the hands also stopped.

Clenching the medicine in his hand hard, Zhang Heng looked at the roof and shouted hysterically: "Immortal Mountain, you are so powerful." ”

"Xiao Hengzi, what's wrong with you?"

"Hurry up and take medicine, what nonsense?"

"Could it be that the high fever has burned you?" After saying that, the old man reached out and tentatively touched Zhang Heng's forehead.

But Zhang Heng closed his eyes and gently pushed the old man's hand away.

"Xiao Hengzi, what's wrong with you?" the old man asked suspiciously, but seeing Zhang Heng's expression, he didn't dare to get any closer, so he could only stand cautiously in the distance, rubbing his hands helplessly, with a look of concern on his face.

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and looked at it, and sure enough, his current hand was a child's hand, his skin was extremely delicate, but it looked a little pale.

He has no father or mother, and he was picked up by Old Man Zhang from the side of the trash can.

He has been frail and sickly since he was a child, and it is under the full care of Old Man Zhang that he can barely grow up.

He is like an illusory person, other people will always subconsciously ignore him, even if he is still talking to him one second, the next second, he may forget him.

It was as if he had been ostracized by the whole world.

The only one who is good to him, the only one who can remember him, is this old man.

This old man who makes a living by picking up garbage.

This old man is dressed in tatters, often hungry, but wants to give all the good things to himself.

At the age of seven, he developed a high fever, the most intense illness of his life, and the closest he came to death.

He still remembered that the old man held him and cried out helplessly;

He remembered that the old man knelt at the door of the hospital for three whole days in order to treat him;

He still remembered the indifferent eyes of countless pedestrians and the painful tears of the old man.

This is the deepest thing in his heart.

It was the softest thing in his heart.

I have to say that Immortal Mountain really understands human nature.

I have to admire, the ghostly illusion of the Immortal Mountain.

He was plagued by illness all his life, and not only could not share the burden for Old Man Zhang, but also often dragged Old Man Zhang down.

He hated himself for being incompetent, he hated his body, he hated everything, and he also thought that if he had ever done it once, he would have to make up for all his regrets.

However, there are some things that you can never get back if you lose them.

Zhang Heng clenched the pill in his hand, and then looked at the ceiling for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.

Old man Zhang watched cautiously from the side, lest he disagree with Zhang Heng.

After a long time, Zhang Heng said helplessly, "Immortal Mountain, you won, accept your illusion!"

Although he knew that this was an illusion and everything here was fake, he never wanted to break everything here.

However, everything around him remained unchanged, and the old man was still watching him cautiously.

"Kill me. Zhang Heng finally spoke, and he said to Old Man Zhang.

Zhang Heng wanted to use the aura to end his life and return to reality, but he found that there was no aura in his body at all.

"Xiao Hengzi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Hurry up and lie down, you don't like to take this medicine, it's okay, grandpa will go find medicine for you again." ”

"Kill me. Zhang Heng still shouted.

However, the old man came over and helped Zhang Heng to lie down, "Xiao Hengzi, in life, there is no illness or disaster or anything, just get through." The old man smiled hard, and then said to Zhang Heng.

After saying that, the old man turned around tremblingly, and then went to find medicine for Zhang Heng.

Push through it, okay?

But.

You didn't make it.

I didn't make it through either.

............

Zhang Heng closed his eyes, and after a while, Zhang Heng suddenly got up, then picked up the kitchen knife on the table and slashed at the back of the old man Zhang.

Then, Old Man Zhang turned around tremblingly, and touched Zhang Heng's face lovingly, he didn't say anything to complain.

Until the moment he died, his face was still full of love.

Old man Zhang is like this, no matter what happens, what he thinks in his heart is always Zhang Heng.

Old man Zhang was lonely, with no parents, no wife and children, no friends, and no attachment.

It wasn't until he met Zhang Heng, a strong little life that broke into his life, that a ray of light was born in his heart.

Zhang Heng became his attachment and his only hope for survival.

So, he gave everything to Zhang Heng.

Under his meticulous care, Zhang Heng escaped the clutches of illness again and again.

......

Old man Zhang's blood splashed on Zhang Heng's face, which also pulled his thoughts back.

Zhang Heng didn't wipe it, he just looked at everything around him blankly.

Soon after, everything slowly faded away.

The ceiling, the broken walls, the furnishings, the broken door.

There is also Old Man Zhang.

Everything is slowly disappearing.

Zhang Heng was still looking at all this with dull eyes.

Here is the regret of his life.

But there are some things that have passed and will never come back.

Some regrets remain in your heart forever, you can only be relieved, you can't make up for it.

This knife,

It's a relief,

It's to cut off the past,

It's also a new life.

Let these things go with the wind.

After a long time, everything around is gone.

Then, Zhang Heng appeared in the chaos again.

This is already the second time.

Therefore, Zhang Heng was also more familiar, and he walked slowly towards the front.