After wearing the book, I made the villains cry

Chapter 227 The Finale

"What's the ending?"

Just as Su Xi was about to continue reading, the doorbell rang.

She closed the book and smiled at Tao Zi: "It should be your mother. Go and open the door."

"Ok!"

Taozi jumped off the sofa briskly, and ran to the door.

Su Xi looked at her from behind, and found the child's back, obviously stiffened.

Tao Zi hesitated and stretched out her small hand, and pressed to unlock it.

The door made a slight "click" sound, and a crack opened automatically.

Su Xi was sorting out the picture books with his head down, ignored the movement at the door, and just raised his voice and said:
"Taozi, after drinking the milk on the table, go home with mom."

No one responded.

The door opened quietly.

Tao Zi stood motionless and stiff by the door. When the door opened and people came in, she didn't cry or speak, just stood there stiffly.

Su Xi saw no one answered for a long time, put down the picture book, turned sideways and looked at the door.

She could only see the top of Taozi's head and a shoe because of the exquisite shelf in the porch.

And she didn't move.

Su Xi felt alert, and quickly stood up and walked towards the door.

As soon as he stood up, a black figure came in front of him in an instant.

"Su Xi, we meet again."

Tao Zi still stood silently at the door, as if turning a blind eye to all this.

Death said lightly:
"Don't worry, I just temporarily trapped her in a closed space, it won't cause any harm to her, I just don't have the memory of this period of time."

Facing this ubiquitous Grim Reaper, Su Xi was determined not to respond to him.

Anyway, the one-month deadline hasn't come yet, the rules are set by him, and he can't take her away in advance.

"You still don't give up, you still want to change the world line, don't you?"

Reaper casually picked up the picture book buttoned on the coffee table, and read aloud:

"The tragedy of Sisyphus. Heh, isn't this about us. Were you reading this story to that girl just now? Did you tell her what the end of Sisyphus is?"

Su Xi was silent.

"When I leave, you can continue to read picture books to her, as if nothing happened. However, you forcibly changed the world line and interfered with the arrangement of fate. This matter will not be forgotten. Regardless of the final result, Whether you succeed or fail, you will pay the price."

Su Xi remained silent.

"Up to now, the world line has been messed up by you. Maybe even I can't restore it to normal. But now, I'm not in a hurry. I really want to see it. Three days later, this What will the world look like, and how will you react? What choices will you make?"

The Grim Reaper walked back to the door, and flicked Tao Zi's head.

Taozi's small body trembled, and she began to blink slowly.

Death suddenly disappeared into the air.

Tao Zi stood at the door in a daze, still maintaining the posture of looking out from the cat's eyes.

She looked out the door, turned her head, and said to Su Xi in confusion:

"Sister Su, there is no one."

Su Xi forced a smile: "Maybe someone is playing a prank. Then come back, Taozi, let's finish this story, shall we?"

Tao Zi ran back again, and sat obediently next to Su Xi.

"Where did you just say..."

Tao Zi rushed to answer: "It is said that Sisyphus died in the end, and then he came to the underworld again."

"Well, he died in the end. After coming to the underworld again, he was punished. The punishment was that he was sent to the edge of hell, where there was a very steep mountain. Every day he had to lift a heavy and huge stone , from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, but when it was almost at the top of the mountain, the stone rolled down because it was too big, so he had to go down the mountain and push the stone to the top of the mountain again. It will definitely roll down. Therefore, Sisyphus does this work again and again every day, and this is his punishment."

Tao Zi was fascinated by what she heard, and after a long time she murmured:

"Sisyphus...so poor."

"Why do you feel sorry for him, Peaches?"

"Because pushing the stone to the top of the mountain every day, falling down, and pushing it up again is very... hopeless."

"There's another word for it: despair."

"Well! It's just very desperate. And, it doesn't make sense. He can only push stones and can't do anything else."

"Yes. This work is neither hopeful nor meaningful."

"Then why didn't he resist? Why did he keep pushing? Can't he run away?"

Su Xi closed the book, looked straight ahead, and said calmly:

"For Sisyphus, he has escaped the punishment and arrangement of fate several times, and he has no way to retreat. This is his final destination, and this is also his final arranged fate."

"However, if this is his final fate, then weren't his previous struggles also arranged by fate, and then he came to this point?"

Su Xi looked away and looked at Tao Zi.

Yes.

Is there a possibility that Sisyphus's repeated resistance, tricks and tricks, including the successful kidnapping and deceiving the god of death, are actually the arrangements of fate?

*
A few hours later, Su Xi came to that fateful Luqiao.

Familiar scenes, familiar plots, familiar car accidents.

After a burst of violent noise, the god of death appeared as promised.

Su Xi asked quietly:
"Do you remember the story of Sisyphus?"

"Of course I remember. That's a story written in our standard textbook in the Death God world."

"What do you think of Sisyphus, a very poor man?"

"Yes, no matter how much he struggles, in the end, he still ends up pushing rocks uphill all day long, but never achieves his goal. Isn't it the most hopeless and meaningless thing in the world to do a hopeless thing over and over again? thing?"

A smile appeared on Su Xi's blood-stained face:
"No, I don't think that's the case. Whether it is the world or you Death, Sisyphus is underestimated and Sisyphus is misunderstood."

Death smiled contemptuously:
"Then tell me how we misunderstood him. Isn't he just a poor wretch who can never be freed?"

"No, Sisyphus, a hero. It's just that he's an absurdly tragic hero. But that still doesn't cover up the fact that he's a hero."

"Huh, hero? What hero pushes rocks up and down hills all day long?"

"Pushing the stone is just a symbol." Su Xi wiped her face, and the blood turned into a few rough horizontal lines, showing a strange beauty on her face. "It symbolizes his contempt for the Lord God, his hatred for death, and his passion for life. Everything he fought against was that stone. Whether he was alive or dead, whether he was on earth or in hell, he never gave up , have been fighting."

Su Xi laughed a few times: "Got it? Fight! This is the real soul of Sisyphus."

(End of this chapter)