First Player

Chapter 1448 Chapter Ninety-Eight · "My eyes were wrong."

[Collected by Sique Olivis:]

[When this letter reaches you, I should be spending the last days of my life. 】

[Fortunately, I once dreamed about your black water dream when I was young, so even though I don’t know where you are, I can still send you letters through dreams. 】

[Maybe you don’t remember me as a little person... I once expressed some opinions on your "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life", and then I... I suffered some things that are not worth mentioning. 】

【You are the person I admire and love all my life. Even though I have sold all your peripherals and vowed never to watch news about you, I can’t lie to my heart. The older I get, the more frank people become. I finally discovered that my interests and hobbies, my choice of words and sentences, every sentence I write, and the shadow of every character are all inseparable from your influence on me. 】

[From the first enlightenment fairy tale when I was young, to the love literature I read in my youth, to the philosophical books and documentary literature in my prime, and even some newspapers and periodicals I read in my old age... they are all written by you. 】

[Even though we met only once, your words have already shaped my life. 】

[Fortunately, I read your literature during the period when I was shaping my outlook on life, which made me a complete and independent person. You taught me to look at myself, to think philosophically, to face strength and weakness, to have courage, to establish responsibility, to uphold justice, to respect sacrifice, to pursue freedom, and not to regard wealth and power as an honor, not to regard idealism as a shame, and not to regard the desire to save the world as a joke. 】

[You are the ubiquitous light point in my spiritual world, my significant other, my spiritual food, and the only guest in my spiritual library. 】

【I love you. 】

【I love you. Teacher Sique Olivers. I hope you will allow me to call you this. 】

[I don’t have your aura or your talent. But throughout my life, I have been committed to writing a work that can be remembered. 】

【The world is too big. 】

【Too many people are as light as a feather. They are never seen, never remembered. 】

[The works I have polished over and over again for decades may still not be as good as the few random strokes you made when you were fourteen, but I should no longer regret it. 】

[At least, I am lucky enough to deliver this letter to you, fulfilling my long-cherished wish when I was young. At this point, it is meaningless to ask you why there are loopholes in "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life". Maybe... maybe my youthful stubbornness is wrong, maybe my eyes are wrong - "Si Que " is right, but "Lin He Jin" is wrong. 】

[The world is sick. Everyone regards the World Tree as Guigao, but forgets the true nature of human beings. Is it because people's desires are too deep, or because order and laws obey fate rather than will? 】

[Even now, lying in bed and writing this letter, why do I still feel lost and regretful? 】

[My finished manuscript is attached to the letter. In order not to waste too much of your time, I have reduced it to a very short length. If you are not interested, you can discard it. 】

[Considering my physical condition and age, this is my last work in this life, but it is still a passer-by when you were young. 】

[After much thought, my lover has passed away due to illness, my son is waiting for my inheritance, and my granddaughter is still young. Since that incident when I was young, all my relatives and friends have left me. In these last days, I can only write to you alone and give you my last blessings. 】

[The dazzling protagonist. Si Que Olivis. 】

【May you be safe, healthy, happy and joyful. 】

[May inspiration and talent always favor you, may you wave your wings of pride and sing freely in the literary world forever. 】

[——He Jin·The ultimate work. 】

…

The magpie lowered his head.

With its white, black, and light cyan feathers drooping, it turned the pages with its wings and finished reading the letter.

The black water is silent, and the swimming fish are singing.

There is no lazy figure of a purple-haired young man here.

Unfortunately, Lin Hejin’s last letter has still not been delivered to Sique Olivers himself. What stayed behind in the dream was Squeez Olivis's pet, a magpie. But Sique Olivis is already asleep.

The magpie turned to the end of the letter, white light spots condensed, and a thin book emerged. It is the manuscript that Lin Hejin has devoted his whole life to.

On the manuscript, there is only one line of the title of the book, and the handwriting is crooked, as if the writer has no strength:

…

——"To Si Que·Olivis"

…

"...Is the old man still angry?"

"... You relatives who are greedy for money, the old man is dying, and you are here, get out, get out!"

"...Tch. Who doesn't know that the old man will accomplish nothing in his life! If we insist on speaking so harshly, who is coveting your little money? Let's go!"

The dripping air conditioner, cracked walls, yellowed paper, and the smell of soot.

Only a few budding gardenias on the branches outside the window became the only beautiful scenery.

Lin Hejin was lying on the bed, and there was a mess of noise outside the door.

"——Quiet!" Lin Hejin shouted with all his strength, coughing continuously, almost coughing out his internal organs.

It was finally quiet outside the door, and people moved away, not wanting to be resented by a dying person.

Lin Hejin looked at the ceiling, the sun fell on his forehead, and the pain made him feel even colder. He heard that patients would have premonitions before they died, and he knew it was time.

... Sique Olivers should have received his manuscript.

Can some sentences be written better, and some plots can be modified... Lin Hejin is still thinking about it, but he can no longer hold the pen.

I'm really sorry for letting Squee Olivis see such a naive story... Even if he tried his best throughout his life, he still couldn't write a satisfactory book.

Perhaps, the life of ordinary people is full of regrets. From being full of enthusiasm to accepting one's own mediocrity...it is really an unwilling process.

The breathing became heavier and heavier, like the sound of a broken bellows, and the sound was bloody. Lin Hejin's consciousness became increasingly blurred, but he was thinking...if, if he hadn't been so impulsive when he was young and hadn't rushed to Si Que to ask about the loopholes in "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life", would everything have been different? ...Would he become a more successful person? At least for the moment, he would not have to wait for death alone here.

If he didn't have any contact or entanglement with Si Que...would he be luckier in this life?

The answer was silence.

The sunlight was like a farewell hand, caressing his forehead, bridge of nose, lips, and pale hair bit by bit...until he suddenly woke up and heard footsteps coming from outside.

Creak, creak——

Is it a son? Did that unfilial son come to see if he was dead?

Is it the granddaughter? Lin Hejin thought of that tiny, marshmallow-like little girl. Unlike her father, she had a pair of bright eyes and a sincere heart, but she should still be in a closed school.

Which friend is it? But he has no friends. Maybe he had some before, but as he became more and more depressed, even the best friends were lost to time...

friend.

friend……?

No, no, he has a friend...but maybe that's not a friend at all...

Squeak——

The door was pushed open.

At this moment, Lin Hejin thought he was in a revolving door of light.

Perhaps there is a god somewhere who smiles and sighs, letting a gust of gardenia fragrance blow along the window, blowing through Lin Hejin's cloudy eyes, blowing through his old palms, and blowing through the scrapped manuscripts on the desk. , blowing by... The person who entered the door had long purple messy hair.

Lin Hejin's golden eyes had been stared at more than a thousand times through the screen, through newspapers, through books... At this moment, those golden eyes clearly reflected his old and sluggish figure.

Wearing a black beret and a fluttering bright red robe, the young man as handsome as a purple rose is still young. His eyes are fixed and the corners of his lips are raised, like an angel who has descended into the world to see off the dying person.

The protagonist who is favored by the gods... He is still handsome, still young, and still as bright as the sun.

The original article can be found in Liu#9@书/吧!

Perhaps for a moment, Lin Hejin thought his heart had stopped.

"Lin Hejin."

The words came out of his mouth, and the purple-haired young man called him out accurately. He walked to his bedside, holding the finished manuscript in his hand, and smiled softly:

"My heart is on the right side."

"There is a legend in my hometown. It is said that people whose hearts are on the right side were angels who waited at the bedside of patients in their previous lives and were responsible for taking them away."

"So, here I am."

The old man on the bed raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it, but he was afraid it was a shadow. He opened his mouth and said: "Sique Olivers...?"

When it comes to the end, nothing can be said.

The person I have been chasing all my life, the person who has shaped my outlook and life, is actually seen at the end. Si Que is still as young as yesterday, but he is already old.

This was the second time in Lin Hejin's life that he saw Si Que.

In a daze, the room seemed to have turned into a magnificent banquet hall. The young man rushed to the handsome purple-haired young man in a panic, stroking the "Goddess of Life Lotasha" in his arms, blushing and stammering. asked.

"——So, what are the loopholes in "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life"..."

The scenes overlapped. The white-haired old man on the bed opened his chapped lips:

"——So, what are the loopholes in "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life"..."

This is a problem that has troubled him all his life.

Sique Olivers lowered his head. After a moment, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a regretful smile:

"...That's my child, written by Su Wenjun."

"He was too rebellious and published this article in my name, which is why there are so many loopholes. When people saw that it was my pen name, they all touted it crazily. Even the extremely obvious loopholes were covered with cloth and oil. , boasting loudly. Only you...only you can come up to me in class and ask me this question."

"There are tens of billions of people in this world, and everyone is trapped in the confusion of chasing fame and fortune and the trend of public opinion. Lin Hejin... you are the only one who has opened his sober eyes and opened his lips of inquiry."

"I'm sorry, because of a joke between me and the World Master, it has troubled you...for the rest of your life."

My heart went blank for a moment, as if there was nothing left.

The old man opened his eyes wide and could not say a word. In the end, I looked at the four walls of my family, my sick body, my hands covered with frostbite and scars, and I could only smile bitterly.

To Sique Olivis, this was just a trivial joke.

To the World Master, this was just a resistance worth mentioning.

For Lin Hejin... it was a bitter life.

Lin Hejin often dreams about that dinner party. With messy hair and an ill-fitting suit, he looked like a clown who had invaded a party. He heard the laughter, the laughter that laughed at his unruly laughter, the laughter that laughed at his poverty, the laughter that laughed at him as a country boy, the laughter that laughed at him for daring to question Squire Olivis... From then on From then on, laughter never left his ears again.

But at the moment when those golden eyes looked at him, the ridicule in his ears suddenly disappeared.

My ears suddenly felt quiet for a long time.

"When I get older, I'm often very tired. I get out of breath after walking a few steps and can't walk too far." Lin Hejin said softly:

"Every day I sit in the house and look at the distant rooftops and gardenias for a whole day."

"Nowadays, smart devices are becoming more and more advanced... Ahem, I don't know how to do it, and my son doesn't care about me, so I just talk to myself:"

"'Lin Hejin, do you regret it? Who are they, and who are you? Why do you use your egg to worry about other people's stones!'"

"Occasionally, I will take out photos from that year, but the photos have become moldy. I dug out the clothes of my youth, but the clothes have become rags. I tried to find some traces of the past, tried to write some wonderful sentences, but found Far inferior to when I was young..."

"I have to accept the fact that I am old... I can no longer write sentences that make people feel numb, and I can no longer write stunning plots. All that belongs to me is a weak body, three days a day Pills for Dun, blood pressure monitor by the bed..."

"I dug out the manuscripts of my youth and started to feel jealous of my past self... Why could I write such a wonderful story? But now, my mind is full of darkness."

"Until yesterday, I saw... the snow-white moonlight rising over the distant house."

"That scene... was no different from the past 10,000 days or so in my life, but I looked at the silver-white moonlight of frost and snow, burning at the deep blue where the sea and the sky met... I suddenly felt shocked."

"Human beings are small, and most of them will succumb to the years... In terms of the scale of the universe, our eternity is only a short moment. Such beautiful moonlight will fall forever, regardless of who is watching it. The talented Olivis, or the frustrated He Jin.”

"The same is true for the flowing will. As long as we can hold onto something that spans the years...is it equivalent to holding onto eternity?"

"I held it... At that moment I realized that those were the things you had revealed in your words."

"Justice, purity, kindness, responsibility, freedom, courage, sacrifice, idealism."

"I combined it all and wrote my final draft. You have received it."

"The protagonist of the story... is a child who is righteous, pure, kind, and full of idealism, just like the eternal feelings your words gave me."

"Such words may be buried in a few months or years, but as long as they are written down, my life will be extended."

"And I, who hold on to the will that spans the years, have already obtained 'eternal life'. I will die, but I have resonated with the torrent of the times. I am as small as gravel, but also as eternal as moonlight. From then on , if anyone has the same feeling as me, then he is 'me'. The gravel is me, and the moonlight is me."

The old man cracked his teeth and showed a regretful smile to the young man beside the bed:

"Squee Olivis...teacher."

"If you think about it this way... I won't feel regretful..."