Peng Xiangming knew that his time was coming.

It's time to arrive too.

When he was twenty-one, his legs suddenly became weak, and then he was diagnosed with this disease. He thought he could get along with Shi Tiesheng, but in the end he became Hawking.

It has been nine years now.

It's still the last moment.

What else can I do?

I had to comfort myself: I caught up!

If you catch up, you will catch up.

No one can do anything about it.

Thinking about how sharp I was back then, I was so angry that I almost went crazy after I was diagnosed with this disease. In the first year, regardless of how severe my muscle atrophy, I insisted on exercising and firmly believed that I would recover.

Man conquers nature!

As it turns out, it's useless.

Tell yourself not to give up, tell yourself to work hard, tell yourself to be optimistic, and tell yourself to have miracles.

hehe.

If possible, who would like to get such a broken disease?

But where is the word "if" in reality?

Slowly, my temperament will be worn down.

What does it mean to be ground down?

Peng Xiangming felt that from the third year to now, his condition should have been worn down: he neither hopes for good nor death.

Anyway, if I want to live one more day, I will use one more day and not let it live, that's it.

At the beginning, my legs were atrophy and the speed was very fast. From doctors to family, I thought of many ways, and some of them had not even been verified.

Then there is the upper body, arms, waist and abdomen.

In less than two years, my arms could no longer be lifted. I was completely useless and couldn't even eat my mouth, so I asked someone to feed it.

Later, it slowed down.

Until last year, chewing became more and more difficult and I completely lost my language ability.

It’s all up to feed liquid food into the stomach bag - don’t think too much, it’s not uncomfortable to intubate, because you don’t have much consciousness.

Last month, my eyes could no longer be opened.

I don't seem to hear the sound recently.

In an extremely quiet, pure and dark world, it seems that only one's brain and heart are still alive, and can support one's thinking, memories, imagination, sadness, and nostalgia.

The world has lost its concept of time.

It's only the last time I die.

In a trance, I seemed to suddenly hear a song.

Like an opera, the gorgeous soprano is the kind played by the loudspeaker in "The Shawshank Redemption".

It was like a warm voice, singing something softly.

Or...it seems to be rap? Jay Chou? In the name of his father?

"I love "In the Name of Father" the most!"

Peng Xiangming thought so in his heart, and the singing seemed to become clearer.

But he knew that it was not true.

It's just an illusion.

From being disabled to half-death, and now 99% of his death, in the endless abyss of nine years, he has watched too many movies, TV series, novels, listened to too many songs, crosstalk, and storytelling.

Many of them are watched over and over again.

Listen over and over again.

Just pass the time.

Otherwise, what can I do?

It’s okay, it’s also a beginning and an end. Jay Chou, thank you for sending me this last journey.

At this time, I suddenly remembered some years ago for some time, one thing that should be considered a very small thing - I agreed to go to the scene to see Lao Guo's sealed box at the end of the year in the future.

Remember when talking about this promise that is not a promise, or it should be considered a certain outlook, the girl sat in her arms, her hair shining her face and itched slightly.

She smells very good.

I just remember it smells very good.

By the way, the sunshine that day seemed good, and the memory was brilliant.

The one she sat in her arms that day should be Lao Guo’s "Dream of the West".

She smiled so brightly.

The taste of the flesh that makes people fascinate.

And the taste of youth.

Now she... must have been married, maybe she has all the children.

Sure.

"I haven't seen you for many years, I really miss you."

He thought to himself.

At this time, I suddenly saw Hei Pi sitting in a cable car, holding a big bamboo stick in my hand, shook my hair very seriously. Mr. Ge sat beside him, patted his hand, and said, "I am going to focus on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditches!"

It's so funny.

The song suddenly rang again, so true-

"Close your eyes and I see it again,

The scene of that dream back then,

The sky is misty,

My father held my hands,

Walk gently through the morning

A quiet stone road.

I fell asleep slowly,

It was just dawn.

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