Outside the sleeping cabin, Han looked confused.

"However, you still want to cure him, and you still want to give him a healthy and relaxed body on the last day."

Fang Qingchen nodded gently.

Han shook his head slowly, and after a long time, he said softly: "Qingchen, if, if...... It wasn't you who showed me the old things from 700 years ago in the beginning, maybe ...... Maybe I'll just sit like I am now, and sit still, and wait, until he dies, but I see ......"

Suddenly, Han couldn't say any more.

Such a confused and complex state of mind cannot be expressed in words.

Seven hundred years ago, Ah Han and Di Fei, who owed whom, and who owed whom, there is no need to be entangled, there is no need to investigate.

If it was the first time to go back to Xiaolou and read the whole record, he might have a lot of emotions and thoughts, but at that time, he was too stupid, too stupid, and too ignorant of the world and people's hearts, so even if he had some feelings, he was afraid that he might not be profound, even if he would be moved for a moment, he might not be able to fully understand the changes in Di Fei's heart in those long years.

Only now, after experiencing seven lifetimes, experiencing all the worlds like red dust, after really devoting himself to it, loving and hating, looking back and looking at that old thing, can he deeply feel that the pain and sadness that touches the soul will be truly enlightened, truly shocked, and truly moved.

"I watched Di Fei die, I heard his last call, and it was clear that he was right in front of my eyes. Obviously, he was talking and smiling, but when I reached out, I couldn't reach him......"

He lowered his head slightly, looking at his hand on the ground of the sleeping pod, that hand, through the thick glass, was far away on Di Jiu's body, but it couldn't really touch that body.

"I ...... What exactly am I...... Nothing can be done. Nothing can be caught. ”

Han's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Only by seeing everything about Di Fei with his own eyes, looking at him, so cold, so irretrievably passing away into the depths of the poisonous darkness, this immortal in the small building who never knew to be afraid of death, will truly understand how terrible death is. What a cruel thing. will really understand that if he is still so dull and tangled, he can't do anything. Or rather, I don't know what I should do, then, in the end, Di Jiu. Even if he is next to him, he will be like Di Fei, just like Di Fei, quietly missed and died quietly.

No matter how he called, no matter how he stretched out his hand, he would be the same as looking at Di Fei, and he would never be able to pull back the slightest.

The past is all sorrow, all suffering. It's all pain, but, after all, it belongs to him and him, how willing, how can it! That's it, let everything pass away in vain!

Keep your head up. looked at Fang Qingchen. There was apology in Han's eyes: "I woke up and saw everything. However, there is still hatred in my heart. In other words, the hatred is too deep, too long, too strong, and even if I suddenly find out the truth and understand right and wrong, I can't forget it all with a wave of my hand. ”

Fang Qingchen nodded.

If a person gritted his teeth and hated another person for many years, but suddenly found that the original hatred was just a misunderstanding, can he really blink his eyes and forget all the suffering and hatred in the past few years, can he immediately hug, communicate, kiss and love, and smile at enmity?

This kind of thing, but no one who is flesh and blood can do it, and Ahmada ...... Even if he is a Han, he is not a machine that can erase his memories and rewrite the program at will.

"But if I don't know anything, and I just sleep like that, and then, after many, many years have been dead, I wake up with hatred for the whole world, and God knows what kind of monster I will become? If, at that time, in order to persuade me, you let me see this record again, and you want to tell me that not everyone has failed me, and you want me to know that in fact, he did not abandon me in the end, then, hundreds of years later, after his bones have become smoke, you will know the truth about me, perhaps......"

Han's expression was a little dazed: "I might go crazy." I maybe, I will hate all the people more, maybe...... At that time, I didn't even know what I was going to do, and now I ...... Anyway......"

He raised his head, stared at Fang Qingchen, and said softly, "Qingchen, thank you." ”

Light dust, thank you, you let me, will not miss again.

You make me no longer ignorant, no more confused, no more, no more exhausting other people's entire lives, and I don't know anything.

There was a soft sound on the ground, which made Han's thoughts pause, and Fang Qingchen's eyes froze.

Both of them lowered their heads and looked at the sleeping pod beside them, where the restoration work was completely over, and now, as long as they gently raised their hands and pressed down, Di Jiu could be awakened.

Han looked at the sleeping pod for a long time, but he didn't even move the tips of his fingers.

Fang Qingchen was also silent.

He will stay here just because, this whole thing, it is because of him that he has reached this point, so it makes sense that he must ask Han about his final decision. But in any case, that decision will be made by Han himself.

And he doesn't intend to interfere with Han's mind everywhere.

Fang Qingchen waited for a long time, but Han never woke up Di Jiu. He thought about it again and again, and finally slowly stood up.

Everything he should have done has been done, and the only time and life left should be just between Di Jiu and Ah Han. At such a time, perhaps, it is not appropriate to have him by his side.

Already about to turn around and leave the sleeping room, Fang Qingchen hesitated slightly, but then said, "After Di Jiu finished reading your experience of entering the WTO several times, he said something to me. Because we were talking in a separate observation room inside the building, rather than in a public area with a recording function, we did not leave a record image during the conversation. Do you want to ......?"

Ah Han quietly looked at the sleeping cabin, the man's eyebrows had been frowning slightly, and said softly: "He didn't hate me, did he?" ”

Fang Qingchen nodded and did not speak. Ah Han, who hadn't looked up all the time, couldn't see it, but it didn't prevent him from feeling Fang Qingchen's movements.

Di Jiu, that vicious and cruel person, the love and hate in his bones are very extreme. When he is determined to hate, no matter how much truth he shows him, no matter how much he tells him, it can become a reason for him to hate more, and if he loves with all his heart, the same past, the same true feelings, will not have much impact on his mood.

Han knows that love and hate are always only the person's own business, and they are always only his own choices, so he can always be so firm and stubborn, unwilling to be affected by all external forces.

This kind of Di Jiu, after he has given everything, after so many years, he has insisted until now, how can he still be, just for the illusion of his previous life, or the difference between immortals, this kind of heaven and earth in the eyes of others, but in his opinion, it may be just a trivial matter, but the last meaning of his life is denied.

Han's hand moved unconsciously through the cold glass cover.

"Instead of hating you, he's been trying very hard to figure out how to avoid more pain for your paper. I don't think it's unreasonable for him to think about it, and your next life will ......."

"There's no next ......"

Han's voice was cold, and for a moment, it was as cold as frost and snow.

Nonsense divider-

Secretary Brown: Every day like a snail crawling forward, so I decided to spoil: D9 can not die, but you can think about it, his immortality is what kind of price Han will use to fight for it.