Han Jing's skin is thicker than the city wall, with a coquettish face, and he is frank and baptized by the gaze of a bunch of little children.

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen a handsome guy?"

The little boy seemed stunned by his brazenness, and after a long time, he scraped his face with his fingers.

"It's shameful to eat children's snacks when you're so old."

The one-meter-eighty-seven man put one hand in his pocket, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, staring at the little fart who was less than his knee and had leaky teeth, and said with a sullen smile.

"My sister is also a child."

The little boy turned his head to look at Shen Liangzhi.

is nearly 1.7 meters tall, and it has nothing to do with children.

The corners of Han Jing's mouth smiled upward, bent down, approached the little boy's ear, and whispered:

"It's my brother's child."

The smile in his dark eyes was too beautiful and beautiful, and the strong visual impact made the little boy stunned.

When he reacted, he looked at Shen Liangzhi again, with only pure curiosity in his eyes.

Shen Liangzhi was puzzled: "What did you say to him?" ”

Han Jing's tone was slow, with one hand in his pocket, and the other hand grabbed her wrist, dragging the person forward:

"Say you're a gluttonous cat and love everything."

Shen Liangzhi bit a sugar gourd: "It's obvious that you like to eat it." ”

As soon as he was familiar with the road, he knew that it was not the first time he had come to buy it.

Han Jing dragged the person to the sidewalk by the lake, and let go, he didn't deny it, a pair of peach blossom eyes were low:

"I love to eat, but I love to see you eat even more."

Shen Liangzhi's chest moved slightly, and he had a sugar gourd in his mouth, neither up nor down.

Seeing that she was stunned, Han Jing sneered, and walked forward first, leaving her with a back.

Shen Liangzhi's mouth moved slightly, and he bit the outer skin of the sugar gourd.

is worthy of being a fox spirit, patronizing and sultry people day by day.

The two wandered side by side in People's Park.

The park couldn't be more ordinary, it was full of family and friends who came out for a walk after dinner.

The young couple brought a little girl in a princess dress, the little girl ran in front with a bubble machine, and the couple whispered about work in the back, but Yu Guang never left the child.

The two gray-haired old men played chess under the street lamp, and a bunch of old men watched, reminding them from time to time, attracting others to crusade against the "true gentleman who watched chess and didn't say anything".

In front of them, a gray-haired grandmother pushes her wife's wheelchair, a warm smile on both wrinkled faces.

is an ordinary scene, but it is very unfamiliar to Shen Liangzhi.

The Bai family manor is very large, but there are only two people, she and Ms. Bai, and Ms. Bai has no time to accompany her except for overtime and business trips every day.

She didn't go to school, she didn't have friends of the same age, and when she went to the lab, there were a bunch of uncles and uncles in it, although they treated her well, but there was also a gap of several generations.

Shen Liangzhi raised his eyes and looked at the back of the man in front of him.

She wasn't stupid and could feel his intentions.

Although he didn't mention the things during the day, he was comforting her in this way.

Han Jing has already chatted with the old man fishing by the lake:

"Uncle, your skills are good, three white stripes, two crucian carp, and one Qingxiao."

Uncle was slapped on the back, and he was happy: "Young people of your age don't know much." ”

He glanced at Shen Liangzhi behind Han Jing.

"Bring your girlfriend for a walk?"

Han Jing raised his eyebrows and looked back at Shen Liangzhi: "Little girls are easy to be shy, uncle, don't mess with mandarin duck scores." ”

Although he denied it, the uncle was from the past, and his eyes were very bright.

He patted Han Jing on the shoulder and smiled, everything was silent.

The young man came on to chase.

Han Jing gave him an "understood" look back.

The two walked to the center of the park lake and found a chair to sit down.

Han Jing took out a lighter and rubbed the wheel:

"My biggest hope before was to live forever and live like the gray-haired old man just now."

Shen Liangzhi stared at his side face, which was getting deeper and deeper in the firelight, and did not make a sound.

Han Jing tilted his head to look at her: "Do you mind if I light a cigarette?" ”

Shen Liangzhi shook his head.

The man lit a cigarette and clipped it to his fingertips, his bewitching and handsome features slightly distorted under the smoke.

"When the three personalities appeared at the same time for the first time, none of them refused to give up the initiative in their bodies, and they were competing every day, wanting to kill each other."

His tone was lighthearted, like he was telling a story.

"When the trouble was at its worst, this body couldn't withstand the three-way pull, and had a nervous breakdown, and was in a coma for two whole years."

"After waking up, the three of us finally agreed to take a step back and truce."

"But I'm still worried that they will do tricks, so for a long time, I have been on guard against them, for fear that after I lose consciousness, I will never wake up again."

Because he doesn't know how long he can exist, every time he takes control of his body, he likes to go to the streets and alleys to feel the fireworks.

"Whether it's cooking, cycling, or going for a walk in the park, it's just a waste of time that I feel like I'm really alive."

He lazily took a cigarette in his mouth, and his posture was wanton and noble.

He said it lightly, but Shen Liangzhi understood that living forever in the fear of dying would disappear tomorrow was undoubtedly a chronic torture.

You may close your eyes tonight and never wake up again tomorrow.

In the early morning, he died quietly.

Han Jing caught a glimpse of Shen Liangzhi's slightly frowning eyebrows, and his thin lips were slightly hooked.

"Worried about me?"

Shen Liangzhi didn't make a sound.

Han Jing said to himself:

"In the Chinese education system, we always avoid discussing death, and the word death symbolizes bad luck, and it seems that saying a few more words of death is like a wolf coming to the story, and death will be summoned."

"Avoiding death does not delay its coming, and when it strikes naked, the unprepared will fall into greater grief and breakdown."

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he lit a little scarlet soot.

"In fact, death is as sparse and ordinary as birth, for life, we welcome each other, and for death, we should also send each other warmly."

He folded two leaves.

A new green, a withered yellow.

"Rebirth, growth, sickness, decay, each link constitutes life, all of which are indispensable, and only by correctly understanding death can we better understand the meaning of "life". ”

He crushed the two leaves and put them in the soil.

"Leaves are born in the soil, and when they die, they return to the soil, turn them into fertilizer to nourish the earth, and give birth to new life in the following year."

"It's the same with people."

"Man was born in the Big Bang, born in the stars, and after death, returned to the stars."

The corners of Shen Liangzhi's mouth were hooked, and he nodded in agreement:

"What's more, death is not the end of life, forgetting is."

There have been three deaths:

For the first time, when your heart stops beating and your breath dies, you are biologically declared dead.

The second time, when you are buried, people come to your funeral dressed in black, and they declare that you no longer exist in this society.

The third death is the last person in this world to remember you, forget you.

Then you will truly die, and the whole universe will no longer be related to you.

Death is not the end of life, forgetting is.

"The List of Life" David Eagleman:

In his life, he will die three times.

For the first time, when your heart stops beating and your breath dies, you are biologically declared dead.

The second time, when you are buried, people are dressed in black to attend your funeral. They declare that you no longer exist in this society, and that you are quietly gone.

The third time, the third death, is the last person in this world to remember you, forget you. Then you will truly die, and the whole universe will no longer be related to you.