Apocalypse Cemetery

Chapter 600 After the End
In his sleep, Yang Yandai met a woman.

God gave her long fiery red hair and bright pupils, just like her passionate and brave heart, but under her venomous conversation, there is a completely inappropriate noble soul.Saints forged swords for her, and two generations of emperors fell in love with her. The red sunset was created exclusively for her by God, and was used to praise her long life of more than 200 million years.

They got hangover under the dim street lights, killed enemies in the scorching Sahara, survived on a deserted island, got to know each other, and then fell in love.

The leaves kept swaying in the evening wind, poking his nose, and he woke up slowly after breathing out.Sitting up with the support of the branches, he continued to read the old "Epic of the Sun, Moon, and Stars" in his hand under the bright sunlight.

This is a novel, at least Yang Yantai thinks so.

Because the things recorded in this book are so incredible that it is impossible for them to be things that happened in real life.

But the story has no end, at the end of the story is a blank sheet of paper with nothing written on it.

Yang Yantai let out a long breath, and then expressed strange doubts: Are these really dreams?Why do I always feel that the person in the book is me, why do I always feel that those people in the book are so familiar, and all this is just a dream?
Or maybe I am in a dream right now!

Ten years ago, this big tree rose from the ground overnight, and science could not give a reasonable explanation. Many people said that it was the ladder to heaven, a gift from God to people; that is, ten years ago, Yang Yandi was found at the door of an apartment in Havana. After waking up, he didn't remember anything, except for the book "The Great Epic of the Sun, Moon, and Stars". When I woke up, my brain was hit hard, it should be a temporary amnesia, and it should be better after a while.But ten years have passed since that day, and he still doesn't remember anything.So now I start to wonder if what is recorded in this book is true. Is it because he saw this big tree that he wrote this novel on a whim, or because of such a story that this big tree was born.

The bright red in the western sky was gradually dimming. Just as he was meditating, a familiar singing voice floated from the sunset glow that was about to dissipate.It was as if her whisper, kind and gentle, suddenly awakened something sleeping in her heart:

all at once
i had it all
but it doesn't mean anything
now that you're gone
~~~~~~
rather be a poor woman living on the street,

no food to eat,

cause i don't want nobody if i have to cry.
cause it's over
~~~~~~
At an altitude of more than 1000 meters, who is singing?

The memory has long been dead, but the emotion is deeply buried in the corpse of the memory. I can’t remember what happened, but the feeling when it happened still exists somewhere in the soul, waiting for the song that has not been heard in ten years to wake it up .

""Doesn't Mean Anything"!"

"I know, that's the only thing I remember."

Then the tears flowed down uncontrollably. In fact, he didn't know why he was crying, but he just felt infected by a strong and strong emotion.In fact, many times when people cry, it doesn’t mean anything. It is not necessarily sad or happy. It is just a need for emotional catharsis and self-remembering.

He has long forgotten anything these years, only a strong and persistent feeling has been kept in his heart, and this feeling has supported him through all the difficulties in these years.But he knows that this kind of feeling does not belong to him, it belongs to the woman who sang "Doesn't Mean Anything", only this woman must be real, only this, he dares to be fully sure.

So where is she now?

His mood gradually calmed down, and he sat down again. Maybe the magnificent sunset was too sensational?He thought so, and then reached out to wipe the tears off his face.

There are always too many things in the world that cannot be explained or predicted.Like the starry sky gradually approaching above the head, like the big tree suddenly appearing under the feet, like life and death, like separation and reunion.

When the story came to this point, his mood gradually became lighter.The slightly hot night wind was like a lover's breath, and the branches and leaves of the big tree caressed his face, as if expressing some kind of gentle relief with silence.

The notes in his hand were thick and heavy, so he once again had a whim, even if there is no ending to this novel, he should end it by himself!
He wrote in his notebook:

"A lot of big things happened that year, such as the end of the war, Harveyson's death, and a 2000-meter-high giant tree rising from the ground. But none of this has anything to do with Yang Succession. Now Yang Succession is 37 years old. He is fluent in languages ​​of various countries and is now working in a translation agency. He is married to a woman named Hua Xiaosan and has a four-year-old A year-old daughter, he is very happy.———The whole book is over."

………………………………………End of the book
(End of this chapter)