Everyone says that before people die, they will see scenes from their lives appear in front of their eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Han Feng didn't know if he was on the verge of death, but in the midst of his struggle, he suddenly felt empty in front of him.

He couldn't open his eyes—or rather, he couldn't feel if he was open. It was dark all around, and his eyes were pressed by dirt, as if someone was pressing his eyes tightly with his hands.

At this moment, the pressure on his eyes suddenly disappeared, and his eyes lit up, but strangely, there was no feeling of dazzling sunlight.

It's not bright, it's just that it's not dark. He had expected to see the dirt and the roots of plants mixed in with it, or bugs...... But there was a face in front of me.

A "dirty" face engraved with facial features.

He was not afraid, there was cold and damp earth behind him, and he could not escape anywhere else; his limbs and even his entire torso were buried deep in the soil, so that he could only face this "dirt" face, and even he vaguely felt that it was the earth that forcibly opened his eyes, so that he had to face the face in front of him.

The "earthy" face seemed to be his doomsday judge, and it also seemed to be an inconsequential passerby. Its facial features are like children scribbling on them, but they are also like the overlap of thousands of people in the world.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains, like lying silkworms, like moth whiskers, and like crescent moons.

The eyes are like foxes, peach blossoms, apricot kernels, and phoenixes.

The nose is like a bamboo, like a garlic, like an eagle's beak, and like a pig's gall.

The mouth is like a cherry, like a ripe chestnut, like a flower, and like the moon.

The ear is like an ingot, like a cup, like a chess piece, and like a bent bow.

Isn't this the spirit of this earth? Han Feng was puzzled, and just wanted to open his mouth, but saw that the "earthy" face in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, and the face was elegant but thin, it was actually Han Yizhi's appearance!

"Dad?" Han Feng wanted to shout without thinking, but he felt that he couldn't open his mouth no matter what. And before he could exert any more force, he saw Han Yizhi's mouth open wide, and he made a mouth shape empty, and then red juice flowed from the corners of his mouth.

It was like blood. Han Feng froze all over: Han Yizhi's mouth shape was "go", this ...... It was the scene before he died!

He only felt that his eyes were sore, and tears were about to flow, but the "earthy" face rotated, and in a moment's negligence, he became the Rong man who died in his hands at the foot of Daqing Mountain......

Next, everyone he knew showed on this face.

There are those who are dead, and there are those who are not.

He saw Zhan Kang vomiting blood and collapsed, he saw Zhan Fan was middle-aged with his temples full of wind and frost, he saw Du Lun die of old age and smile, and he saw Zhan Zhongqi's scorched face in the flames.

He also saw Qingqiu, Wanrou, Liji, and Mingxi......

This seems to be the end for everyone, sooner or later, old or young. Some smile like flowers, but when they bloom, they fail, and some are affectionate, but they leave before they can enjoy themselves......

Maybe he had already left at that time, maybe he didn't, but at this moment, the feelings are all true, knowing whether it is false or false, but how can it not hurt!

"Don't! Don't!"

From the initial sadness, to the later curiosity, and then to the heartache and fear, the heart is so busy in the dizzying. That face changed a thousand times, Han Feng wanted to close his eyes but couldn't, all the faces and situations seemed to be deeply impressed in his mind with a knife, as clear as the newly engraved inscriptions on a tombstone.

He could not speak, and all his feelings were blocked in his chest, like a raging flame burning, so that he felt that if he spoke, he would spew out this full fire!

At first, he was still shouting "don't", but in the end, these two words could no longer keep up with his thoughts and pain, and a thousand words turned into a single "ah" in his mind. Like a mute, happy and angry, happy and sad, there is no other word to describe it, only this one word, only this one sound!

I don't know how long it took, and the final turn of his face made Han Feng feel familiar, but he felt in a trance.

He was sweating profusely, as if he had just passed through a big battle, and at this moment, he vaguely felt that this was the last battle of this battle—finally arrived.

He felt that a long time had passed, and it seemed that half of his life had taken the person in front of him. And when he recognized the person in front of him, the man suddenly smiled.

That's himself.

The surrounding soil gradually became clearer, and the person in front of him no longer only had facial features, he had a body with two arms outstretched and legs erect - he was buried deep in the soil.

Han Feng felt a faint chill in his heart, and then he saw that "himself" laughed silently, and suddenly rolled his eyes, closed his eyes, and lowered his head.

Immediately, it was dark all around. His eyes closed again, and darkness returned.

"Plop, plop, plop......"

In this world of death, there was only the sound of Han Feng's heartbeat.

"How long have I been imprisoned?" Han Feng asked silently, but he didn't receive an answer from Bai Tong.

"How long will it take, will I be able to get out?" he asked again, still unanswered. He was terrified, not for anything else, but because he had doubts about himself for the first time.

All those who were around him had the day of death, a fact that he knew from birth. Everyone lives in this world, and they all know it, accept it, and resist it at the same time.

People who are immersed in feelings don't always think about when they don't know each other, and those in power don't always think that maybe one day they will leave that spacious and grand chair – just as a living person doesn't always remind himself that one day he will die.

But one day, that's it.

If one day, why not today? No one has ever told him that he will always be safe...... What's more, the path he chose was already a dangerous one.

The "plopping" sound of the heartbeat was normal at first, but when you listen to it, it looks like someone else is speaking.

Saying "so tired", "so tired", "so tired......

yes, I'm tired. I haven't had a good rest for a long time. Han Feng only felt that the strength that had been holding on to himself was gradually disappearing, the bone joints were kneaded by the earth, and his entire body continued to fall into this boundless darkness...... But what greeted him in front of him was not like death, but like a warm bed.

In this land, he seems to have lived a long life, maybe he has gone out at this moment, and those he loved and who need him to be responsible have already turned into a piece of loess. They may have been buried in the earth, beside him...... Or maybe those faces of Fang Cai are themselves. In that case, why is he still trying to break free, and even if he does, what is the point? Is it just to prove that he has not lost, just to prove that he can solve all these problems?

He has solved many problems in this world that others can't solve. Why does he have to pick it up, why does he have to untie it?

It seemed that Zhan Zhongqi's voice at that time sounded in his ears again.

"The hardest thing in life is loneliness. ”