I don't want to follow them.

Even some of them are old friends of mine.

I don't want to see them, I'm scared.

I don’t want to die, I want to live and keep living... This urge to survive makes me feel uncomfortable breathing sometimes.

At this time, I will pay attention to those old friends who are still there, tell them to take care of their health, and care about their health, because... I don't want to see them go away.

This will make me more breathless and more afraid of death.

People, why do we need to die?

I often think about this question, and also think about what I am afraid of, am I really afraid of death...

The answer is yes.

But behind this affirmative answer, I have another answer.

I'm afraid of being alone.

If I leave, I will be lonely.

When they leave, I will be lonely.

This fear of death and loneliness turned into a force that seemed to fill my whole body to support my existence, but... my body seemed to be riddled with holes. After this force emerged,

And it dissipated along those sores at a speed visible to my naked eyes.

I want to keep them, but I can't.

It seems that I don't even have the strength to get up. I feel that the breath of death has filled me. My desires and everything about me seem to be disappearing.

At that moment, I suddenly understood something.

There is no use in being afraid.

That day, I remember that I seemed to have strength again, so I worked hard to sit up, dressed myself neatly, and walked to the yard and to my rocking chair. Finally, I sat on the rocking chair and looked at the sunset in the distance.

The autumn wind blew, bringing with it an icy coldness, causing the branches in the yard to sway slightly.

On that branch, in this season, there was only one yellowed leaf, curled up and insisting on not falling.

I looked at the sunset and the only leaf on the branch, and suddenly felt that everything was very beautiful. Gradually... I smiled.

In this smile... I saw the sunset, I saw the moment dusk passed, the only leaf on the branch fell.

Floating and floating...just like my rocking chair rocking and rocking.

Until it floated in front of my eyes, covering my eyes and covering all the light, making this world end in my eyes.

But my consciousness doesn't seem to dissipate.

It was dark all around me, I didn’t know where I was, maybe I was still in the rocking chair...

It is precisely because my consciousness is still there that... I have this memory of my life.

I think that my life may not be wonderful to others, but to me, it is my only one.

It was at this time that I seemed to hear the call and the voice again...

It seems that someone is calling me to wake up...

But I couldn't hear clearly, so I could only identify it based on my feelings, and that voice was somewhat familiar, as if I had heard it before.

"What is he saying……"

"Louder, I can't hear you." I spoke hard into the darkness. Perhaps my efforts had an effect. Gradually, when my consciousness was about to blur, the voice became clearer.

"I hope... you can live forever and be free."

My mind was shaken violently!

"I hope... you can live forever and live happily."

My consciousness set off a huge wave!!

"I hope... you can live forever and never forget your original intention."

My heart roars!!!

"I hope... you can live forever and be happy and beautiful."

My soul shakes the star ring!!!

"Finally, I will return the name Wang Baole to you." The moment the familiar voice entered my ears... the eyes of the body floating in the starry sky... suddenly opened!!!

"My name is...Wang Baole!"

Finale

Thick rings of Saturn.

The starry sky was empty, and Wang Baole stood silently in the place where he woke up, with deep complexity in his eyes, staring blankly into the distance for a long time... He raised his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows.

After a while, Wang Baole sighed softly, as if he had known it for a long time. He put down his right hand and grabbed it in the distance. A bead and a wine gourd appeared in front of him.

Looking at the bead, Wang Baole was silent for a long time, then raised his left hand and held it gently.

The size of the bead is exactly three inches in the palm of his hand. It is everything to him and his world.

Finally, he picked up the wine bottle with his right hand, put it to his mouth, and drank a big gulp... shook his head bitterly, and walked silently towards the distant sea of ​​stars.

His back was lonely and desolate, getting further and further away as he walked.

"It's better to...continue walking on this lonely road..."

It’s an illusion in the end

Who is a gift and who is a calamity...
Chapter completed!