Thursday, July 27, 2017 - 7:44:44 PM

A hoarse voice sounded behind the door, like the sound of sandpaper rubbing, with a crying voice.

The corners of Fang Wuwei's eyes twitched, and a deeper sorrow followed. Fang Wuwei had more or less guessed it before, but it was only at the moment when Wu Meng spoke that Fang Wuwei really confirmed his thoughts. Wu Meng will grow ten years old every other day, from about ten years old six days ago, to now, he is over seventy or eighty years old. If, tomorrow, she is still the same as before, then ...... Fang Wuwei didn't want to guess, and he didn't dare to guess.

"You really ...... Are you going to die? ”

Fang Wuwei's mouth moved slightly, and the dim light reflected from the floor, like the last light at the end of the theater, announced the end of the play.

The old man in the room, with his wrinkled hands, covered his godless eyes, nodded, tears welling up uncontrollably. Her shriveled lips murmured:

"Number one...... I...... I really don't want to die......"

Fang Wuwei only felt a dull air, suppressed in his lungs, making him a little suffocated.

Wu Meng...... What really happened to you? ”

Fang Wuwei didn't understand that under this natural law, no human being would be like Wu Meng, with only seven days of life. Fang Wuwei didn't understand why Wu Meng became like this.

The old man leaning against the door in the room was sobbing, and his body was even thinner.

"Number one...... Don't ask...... I don't want to say ......"

Fang Wuwei sat in front of the door, his back against the door, his head buried lower, and his hair blocked the light on the ceiling that made him dizzy. His eyes lost their lightness, he just looked at the floor blankly, and asked slowly:

"Is there no way?"

Fang Wuwei did not come from the door behind him, only bursts of sobbing, and he was overwhelmed with grief.

Fang Wuwei, who was sitting against the door, as if he understood something, gently rubbed his eyes with his hands, raised his head, and let the dazzling building lamp shine in his eyes again. As if this is how you can moisten your eyes and not condense into tears.

Leaning against the door in a decadent manner, Fang Wuwei let out a long sigh, like an old man who had seen through the world, and slowly began to speak:

Wu Meng...... You listen to me, everyone is going to die, including me. But we will all be in the same place, and this journey is not alone.

Since we are born, we are doomed to death, and no one can escape the laws of nature, which is the greatest contradiction of the two laws of human beings.

I also want to save you and save you from death. But I couldn't, including a lot of people I knew, and they couldn't either.

Whether it's the strong man Zheng Koumao you met, or the Xiao Lian I met in another world. In my opinion, they are all strong and different. Even you, who claim to be from the future, are much stronger than me, just like them.

But all people can't continue a person's life. ”

Fang Wuwei stopped, tilted his head, leaned the back of his head against the door behind him, frowned, and the corners of his eyes were already slightly moist.

He remembered the first time he saw Wu Meng, the little Lori who was like an angel, sleeping quietly on his bed. It's like a porcelain doll.,Cute little Lori who snores softly.。 He didn't understand, but in just six days, Wu Meng had become so old and was about to pass away.

"Wu Meng, these words are not intended to make you happily accept death. It's just that the only thing I can do is that.

I also know that what I am saying now is ridiculous and does not make any sense. But what I've learned, to put it mildly, is to talk about it. ”

The white-haired old man in the room was in tears, and when he heard Fang Wuwei's words, he bit his lip and laughed softly, but soon, he fell into sadness again, and said softly:

"But...... No. 1 ...... I haven't done what I wanted to do...... I'm sad......"

Fang Wuwei leaned against the door, heard the sound in the room, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still full of hot tears, recalling that day in the restaurant, Wu Meng, who had grown into a girl, opened her bow left and right, and ate chicken frantically. At that time, she would definitely not think about what it was sad to be like she is now.

Fang Wuwei sighed again and said slowly:

"Wu Meng, there was once a primitive among primitive people, he said a word.

People will eventually pass away, some sooner, some later. But they are like incense ashes on the incense stick. Some of the incense ashes fell first, and some of the incense ashes fell later, but in the end, they all fell on the incense platform.

Some people ask why they have to leave if they haven't done what they want to accomplish?

However, it's like the protagonist of a drama asking the manager of the theater: 'Why did I have five performances in my play, but I only had three performances and then I had to leave?' ’

The manager told him, 'How do you know that you have five plays?' In fact, three shows are already a perfect performance. ’

Wu Meng, the same is true of a person's life. How do you know that you're not doing what you want to do right now? Your life may have been much better than others.

So...... There is no need to be afraid of death, and it is not necessary for you to suffer because of death. ”

Fang Wuwei's tone was very gentle, like a story before going to bed, which made the old man in the room slowly calm down. It's just that the traces of her tears still remain on her face like dead tree bark. The old man said slowly, with a hint of gratitude in his hoarse voice.

"Number one...... Then you say...... Where do we go when we die? Will I ever see you again? ”

Fang Wuwei was very helpless and smiled pathetically. Helplessly, he couldn't do anything about Wu Meng. Sadly, when Wu Meng really died, who knows if he can see her again.

But Fang Wuwei still said slowly:

"Wu Meng, among the people of this era, there are many people who believe in reincarnation.

I think if you do leave, you might go to heaven. That place is beautiful, you don't feel lonely, you don't feel miserable. And I will try to do more good deeds, and then go to heaven to find you. When the time comes, we will meet again. ”

"Number one, what if there is no heaven......

Through the door, a whispered question was heard. That voice was very old, but to Fang Wuwei's ears, it was like an innocent child, asking a question.

Fang Wuwei moved his body, allowing himself to get closer to the door, the tears in his eyes slowly poured out little by little, fell to the ground, and said softly:

"If there is no heaven, then we will all surely reach nothingness. However, you don't need to be afraid. Surely one day, I will also reach that nothingness and find you.

Believe me, those who are lost are lost, and those who meet will meet again. ”

The old man in the room, sitting on the floor, also leaning against the door, hugged her curled legs tightly with her own hands, her cheeks pressed against her knees, and her white hair covered the wrinkled half of her face. She pursed her lips, her chapped and dry lips were bloodless, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"Number One, would you like to chat with me today? I'm afraid...... I'm afraid that when I wake up, I'll be gone. ”

Fang Wuwei, who was sitting outside the door, slowly covered his face with his hands, tears flowed out of his fingers and fell to the ground, splashing small droplets. His heart was filled with sharp pain, and even tears could not relieve him.

Fang Wuwei choked, his throat seemed to be choked, and he said word by word:

"Hmm. I'll talk with you as long as you want, and I'll talk to you whatever you want. I will always be with you, always ......"......

The Prophet - Gibran

Excerpt from Death

If you really want to see the souls of death, then open your hearts to life.

For life and death are one and the same, like a river and a sea.

Your knowledge of the afterlife fades into the depths of your hopes and aspirations;

Like sweet seeds under the snow, your hearts dream of spring.

Trust your dreams, for there is a hidden gateway to eternity.

Saturday, July 29, 2017 - 6:59:61 PM

Fang Wuwei sat in the corridor, hanging his head and dozing off, the summer morning sun shone on Fang Wuwei's still tear-stained face, and suddenly a crisp sound sounded in Fang Wuwei's ears.

"Smack!" It's like an apple falling to the ground.

Fang Wuwei trembled, struggled to wake up from his sleep, only felt that his face was hot and painful, and he opened his red and swollen eyes with difficulty, and a petite figure covered Fang Wuwei's sight.

Fang Wuwei looked at the figure stupidly and muttered to himself.

"Angel ......"