Chapter Forty-Eight: The Dying Man
"But it doesn't matter, the only thing I'm curious about now is that you shouldn't be an ordinary person, not an ordinary person. Or rather, you shouldn't be alone, of course, Little Joe, I didn't mean to scold you. Personally, I think you might be some kind of ancient will, or an inanimate like an eternal demon. And you are appearing in front of me now because you want me to make a thought for you. ”
"But none of this matters, since we met, it was fate. No matter what obsession you once had, you have become what you are now. Or maybe you appear with a strong purpose, both for me and for you. It doesn't make much sense to talk about it now. Not to mention that we've been talking for so long, and I don't want to know anything about it. ”
"It's just that when I hear you say, 'Xiaohe is dead', why do I feel a little sadness from your face. I'm not questioning that you're a cold-blooded animal, I'm just curious about why you would behave so indifferently to a person's death. Is it because you're scared and want to hide yourself, or because you've been through so much of this kind of thing that you just want to forget about it now? ”
"Of course, little Joe, I'm sure I've said so much, you should already be able to understand what I mean. I'm not a prophet, I'm not omniscient, so I think this question is quite normal. It's like the question you asked me, it's quite normal. Life in the world is inherently a process of decryption. Only by seeing more things can we get a glimpse of the meaning of life. ”
Yi Shengge's voice was not very loud, and the whole speech sounded methodical and clear.
Such a long list of words, if it is said in Yi Shengge's mind, it is quite a rare thing to be able to sort it out.
According to Yi Shengge's habit of always being distracted, distracted, and inattentive, he usually can't think of such a long string of words.
Being able to come up with it today should have some coincidental meaning, mainly because Yi Shengge's thoughts are concentrated.
This is not "a man is about to die, but his words are also good", but for Yi Shengge, it is indeed an improvement.
It's just that this promotion doesn't seem to have a great effect at present, at least that's what Yao Qiao thinks.
At the same time, Yi Shengge was also full of gratitude to Yao Qiao after finishing speaking, and she was able to listen to the whole process without interrupting.
You must know that in Yi Shengge's cognition, no one has ever been willing to listen to himself say such a long string of words, except for Yi Shenghe.
Only the Yi Sheng Harmony is so patient with Yi Sheng's songs, and most people will only listen to half of it, and they want to change the topic.
Well, now, it's rare to have two people who are willing to listen to themselves for a long time and can't find the point to speak.
After Yi Shengge finished saying this, his whole person was much more relaxed, as if he had thrown off all the burdens of his body.
"Whew."
Yi Shengge breathed a sigh of relief, but this time it wasn't a sigh, just a yawn, mainly because he was really sleepy.
Now Yi Shengge has a feeling that it is already the middle of the night, and he is still chatting with Yi Shenghe in his spirits.
After listening to Yi Shengge's whole paragraph, although Yao Qiao still felt that he was talking about it and couldn't find any point in his speech, it was normal. can barely listen to it, it can be regarded as a hone for Yao Qiao, in fact, there are several times in the middle, she wants to interrupt and interject.
can think about it, for the time being, take this as Yi Shengge's last words, maybe he will not be so calculating in his heart when he thinks about it like this.
After Yao Qiao listened to it, he felt that Yi Shengge was not so superficial, and he still thought about a lot of things.
It's just that when Yi Shengge exhaled this breath, Yao Qiao suddenly felt as if her heart was being grabbed all of a sudden.
Is Yi Shengge sighing that his time is running out, is he unable to persevere, can't stand it, and wants to give up.
For a while, Yao Qiao put Yi Shengge's concerns directly in the first place of his own thinking, and originally wanted to chat with him more.
Now that it has become a feeling that the more you talk, the faster you die, Yao Qiao seized the gap, took what Yi Shengge said, and expressed her opinion.
"So that's the case, Shengsheng, I really didn't expect you to be able to think about things so deeply, it's amazing."
"It's over, Xiao Qiao, it's not too deep. It's just a summary of what I saw tonight. ”
Yi Shengge was a little understated, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he said, and he was not interested in praise.
"But since I've finished speaking, isn't it Xiao Qiao, you should be ready to fulfill your promise now?"
When Yi Shengge finished the first sentence, the corners of Yao Qiao's mouth still had a faint smile, and he was refreshed.
Yao Qiao still thought about being polite, but she didn't expect Yi Shengge to answer the phone so quickly, so she had to find out why.
The words were not coherent, but with a sense of obsession, he remembered it firmly.
However, it can't be said that Yi Shengge is excessive, after all, it was Yao Qiao himself who had spoken first, promised Yi Shengge, and said that he would answer.
Yao Qiao saw that although the scene was not embarrassing, she also had a sense of déjà vu that she was being driven to the shelves.
"Shengsheng, I remember everything I said, and I didn't say that I wouldn't fulfill my promise, why are you in a hurry?"
Yi Shengge squinted slightly, and could see the smile on the corner of Yao Qiao's mouth, which didn't look so embarrassed.
On the contrary, Yi Shengge laughed along with him, a very hearty smile, the kind that is innocent and has no knots.
"Little Joe, why do you think I'm in such a hurry? I'm going to die soon, that's my last question, but you're still reluctant to answer me, do you think I can stop worrying? If it were you, wouldn't you be in a hurry? I just want to hear about it. You always make me feel like I'm blackmailing you to do things you don't like. ”
"Anyway, it's always me who asks you again and again, and then you say no again and again. I wondered, is it so difficult for you to answer other people's questions, or just to answer my questions? Am it my fault that I need to think about it for so long to come up with an answer? I don't think I'm worth it. ”
Maybe it was because he was laughing, so even if Yi Shengge was reasoning here, Yao Qiao didn't hear that he was very angry.
On the contrary, Yi Shengge also had a kind of helplessness that was pessimistic but could not be changed, which went straight to his heart and pierced his nerves.
"No, Shengsheng, I didn't blame you, I just wanted to talk to you more, not to deliberately delay time."
"Little Joe, I've already said it again, I'm dying, there's no way you can let a dying person chat with you here, right?"