Plane Small Bookstore [System]

After a brief blackout, the big screen brightened up.

The magnified handsome face of the young man appeared on the screen, and the camera finally stabilized after a brief vibration. It was obvious that he was taking a selfie with a DV.

"Hi everyone, I'm Lejing."

This short self-introduction immediately made everyone present let out a sigh.

Huo Siqian opened his eyes wide, staring intently at the familiar face on the screen.He had seen this face in many old videos before, but now seeing this face again, he still couldn't help feeling excited.

"When you watch this video, our era should be coming to an end." In the video, Le Jing raised his head slightly, his eyes sparkled, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I want to tell you that I will now participate in A great literary salon where you will meet some of the greatest artists of our time."

Huo Siqian took a deep breath, his heart pounding.

As soon as the video went dark, when it was turned on again, an elegant and quiet woman appeared in the camera. Her eyes were full of surprise as she looked at the camera.Le Jing's voice came from outside the screen: "Miao Miao, please say a few words to the future audience."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then showed a helpless smile: "My name is Lu Miaomiao, a writer. over... what? A dream?"

The woman tilted her head and thought for a while, a mischievous smile suddenly flashed in her eyes: "My dream is to live to be a hundred years old."

Huo Siqian's shocked eyes moved back and forth between the young and beautiful woman in the camera and the wrinkled old man on the stage. It was hard to imagine that they were alone.

Ever since he saw Lu Miaomiao's photo in his textbook, she was a kind old lady with wrinkled face.It might be a bit strange to say this, but he never thought that Lu Miaomiao was also young and looked so beautiful.

Lu Miaomiao looked nostalgicly at her young self on the screen, 65 years had passed in the blink of an eye, how time flies.

She has almost forgotten what she looked like when she was young.She didn't expect that she would speak her dream so hastily at that time.And such a hasty dream actually came true.

She really lived to be a hundred years old.

Knowing that the dream would come true, she told Le Jing about another dream.

——In my lifetime, I only hope that you and I will meet forever in the mountains and rivers.

Today is the sixtieth anniversary of his departure.The old man lowered his eyes, covering his tears.

And the video continues.

"My name is Xin Yuen. A painter." The thin man's eyes are always full of neurotic depression: "Dream? My dream is to spread my paintings all over the world."

"My name is Francis David Fitzgerald. You should have seen my work "Paradise on Earth". I am a writer." The blond and blue-eyed handsome man said in unproficient Mandarin: "My dream ?” He crossed his hips and showed a bright smile: “My dream is to travel around the world.”

"My name is Sang Qing. I seem to be a very famous writer. A dream..." The brunette woman raised her eyebrows and thought for a while, with a kind of careless laziness in her expression, and then raised her glass to the camera: "My My dream is to have my goddamn daddy apologize to me!"

"My name is Colin Dunn." The youthful young man smiled shyly at the camera and replied in heavily accented English: "My dream is to win the Muse Literature Award one day."

"My name is Yuku Nakamura, and my pen name is Osamu Dazai. I'm not a famous writer." Even though the pale and thin young man was smiling, his eyes were so full of melancholy: "My dream is to be a happy person."

"My name is Zhou Mu, a writer, the masterpiece "Diary of a Madman", my dream is..."

"My name is Li Liang, an abstract painter, and my dream is..."

"My name is Augustine..."

"My name is……"

One young face after another appeared on the screen and quickly disappeared, and one young dream after another was decorated shining in time.

At that time they were so young, so full of ambition, so high-spirited, so brave and innocent.

And in the years to come, they turned into gods, shining beautifully in the human galaxy.

Huo Siqian stared at the smiling and crying old man on the stage, feeling a great sadness in his heart.

She is now a shriveled fruit, but she also once bloomed in spring.

After the last master finished his self-introduction, the viewing angle of the screen video changed, and Le Jing appeared in the camera again.

"My name is Le Jing, manager." The young man smiled brightly, his eyes were like the rising sun: "My dream is to witness the golden age with my own eyes."

The picture finally freezes on the young man's smile, and then slowly becomes shabby old time, becoming a yellowed old photo.Then the old photos were opened, and one after another appeared on the big screen.

The gray-haired Lu Miaomiao sat with a serene smile at his centenary birthday banquet; the aging Xin Yuen held his curtain call exhibition in Antarctica; the wrinkled Fitzgerald and the Masai people sang wildly in front of the bonfire Sang Qing, who was wearing a leather jacket, attended his father's funeral calmly; the middle-aged Colin Dunn held up the statue of the Muse Award and smiled, and he could vaguely see the shyness of his youth...

Photos one after another flashed across the screen quickly. The owners of the photos were old or young, male or female, and they all had a recognizable name by coincidence.

There was faint weeping in the silent square, and even Huo Siqian couldn't help but blush.

Although they more or less realized their dreams, he still couldn't help feeling sad.This emotion is inexplicable, and even he doesn't know why.

Finally, the last photo also disappeared from the big screen, and the big screen returned to the original darkness.

……It has ended?

Huo Siqian stared at the dark screen in a daze, with unexplainable feelings surging in his heart.

Lu Miaomiao also stared blankly at the darkened big screen. Those dreamlike times and memories seemed to be covered by a layer of veil in her memory. She couldn't even believe that she had lived so long before she knew it. long time.

...How did it take so long?

For some reason, she suddenly remembered a Buddhist scripture she read when she was young: All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles.It is like dew and electricity, so it should be viewed as such.

Like a dream bubble, like dew and like electricity...

The old man on the stage turned his head and stared at the dark screen with the dull expression that the old people suffer from. Only through those eyes that glistened with water, Huo Siqian realized that her heart was far less calm than she showed.

Just as the crowd in the audience faintly started to commotion, the big screen that had gone dark suddenly lit up again.

The gentle and elegant Le Jing stood on the stage, and below were reporters carrying long guns and short cannons.

This scene is inexplicably familiar.Huo Siqian was startled, and immediately remembered which scene this was!

It is the video of Le Jing resigning at the press conference on the [-]th anniversary of the Golden Age.

"I announce that I will resign from the position of CEO of Golden Age and transfer the shares under my name to all writers and artists signed by the company."

Facing the uproar among the reporters in the audience, the young Le Jing smiled recklessly and cheerfully, his eyes were proud like a teenager: "This is our golden age, and a crown of justice will be reserved for us in a few years' time."

"Will there be a golden age in the future? Of course there will be. Human civilization always develops in a spiral. History is a spiral, and there will definitely be more golden ages in the future." The eyes are as fierce as a lion: "But no matter which golden age it is, it can't erase our brilliance at this time."

……

"It is my dream to witness the golden age with my own eyes, and it has come true now. So, goodbye." The young man put away the edges and corners of his body, and looked at the camera with warm encouragement and expectation: "This world is Ours, but it is yours after all. I wait for you to create the next golden age, and then I will definitely come to join in the grand event.”

Huo Siqian only felt that he could hear the sound of hot blood rushing through the arteries all over his body. His heart was like a powerful motor, tirelessly supplying boiling hot blood to his whole body.

Is the next golden age...

The young man stared blankly at the big screen that had stopped playing the video, and suddenly a weak little bud broke through the confinement of his thoughts, twisting the bud and leaf to look at this brand new world seriously and freshly.

This immature bud will blossom and bear fruit in the future, and grow into a big tree in the sky.

Huo Siqian, the future great writer, was fortunate to witness the remnants of the glory of the previous era at the age of 17, which made him firm in his life path.

And that would be another story.

At this time, he was just an ignorant child who had just been awakened by his seniors.

The era that belongs to him will have to wait for many, many years.

……

Lu Miaomiao's eyes flicked across the faces of everyone off the court again, but she still didn't find that familiar face.

She sighed in her heart, lifted her spirits and told the audience her last intention of coming: "After our common teacher, Bo Le, best friend and brother Mr. Le left, we thought about writing a memoir for him .Each person writes the bits and pieces between them and Lejing, and then the last person organizes them and assembles them into a book."

"I have an agreement with my friends. Whoever lives to the end will be the one who cleans the scene and organizes the memoirs."

The smile on the old man's face is calm and calm: "Since the year before last, Sang Qing and I have started to sort out the memoirs. Sang Qing also went there a few days ago. After all, we old guys are left alone. .”

"Because I didn't finish sorting out the memoirs before, I never dared to die. Yesterday I finally finished sorting out the memoirs, and I can die with peace of mind." Lu Miaomiao relaxed her shoulders, with a relieved smile on her face, she teased: " To grow old and not die is to be a thief, and death has forgotten me for too long."

Huo Siqian looked at the old man with an elegant smile on the stage, and suddenly understood what happened to his inexplicable sadness before.

He was mourning the end of a great era.The great masters have such magical powers, they are the pinnacles of the times.Their departure will bring lasting shock to the society, and make the people panic like losing a guiding light.

……

In the afternoon, Lu Miaomiao was lying on the recliner in the corridor, drowsy.The speech in the morning seemed to have consumed all her strength, and now she just wanted to have a good sleep.

The breeze blows, and the leaves in the courtyard rustle, like sudden rain, like rolling waves, like countless people laughing and clapping their hands.

In the dimness, she seemed to feel that a person pushed open the courtyard door, walked up to her and stood still.She opened her eyes with difficulty, and what caught her eyes was the young and handsome face as if she had just seen it for the first time.

"It's...you?" She whispered in surprise, raised her head with difficulty, and looked at his face greedily: "You're back."

Le Jing squatted down, clenched the old man's hands as rough as bark, and responded softly: "Well, I'm back, I'm here to see you."

"I've had a good life these years," Lu Miaomiao said.

"Ok, I know."

"I have a happy marriage, a house full of children and grandchildren, and I will live my life freely." Lu Miaomiao said.

"Ok, I know."

"I have written many books and traveled to many places." Lu Miaomiao's voice became lower and lower.

"Ok, I know."

"But... I have always, always, never stopped thinking about you."

"……Ok, I know."

Lu Miaomiao's vision became more and more blurred, and the young man's face gradually faded away, and finally only those cold star-like eyes remained.

She laughed suddenly.

I am used to it in this life, and I will never see you again.

Only the love in the heart, lingering until death.

Everything is difficult to exist, and impermanence is like a flower at the end.

The empty cicada is in such a world, disillusioned like the morning glow. ①

That's it.

Meeting this person in this life is already an unrepeatable miracle.

"Finally, I can see you..." Lu Miaomiao closed her eyes, her voice was low and inaudible: "It's... very good..."

At three o'clock in the afternoon on October 2083, 10, Muse Prize winner and legendary writer Lu Miaomiao died at home at the age of one hundred.

In December of the same year, Mr. Lu Miaomiao's last posthumous work, the memoir "The Man Who Found Gold", about the legendary broker Le Jing, was published.

……

When Le Jing walked out of the bookstore, it was snowing outside.

This is the first snow this year.

Holding the book in his arms, he exhaled a cloud of white mist.

Snow-white snowflakes fell on the brand-new book cover, blurred with a layer of water, and slightly blurred the large bold characters of "the man who discovered gold" on the cover.

"I think Lu Miaomiao likes you." Victor flicked his tail, raised his feet and stepped on plum blossom marks one after another in the snow.

"...I don't really like it." The young man looked up at the gray sky with a slightly sad smile: "It's just a dream when I was young."

"Because I can't get it, I miss it even more." The young man walked towards Cairns who was waiting at the corner of the street, his clear voice drifting in the north wind: "I am used to this life, and there will never be another time."

The wind and snow were blowing, completely obliterating the footprints left by Le Jing.

There is nothing else in the world except the bitter wind and snow.

The author has something to say:

① I am used to it in this life, and I will never see you again.

Only the love in the heart, lingering until death.

Everything is difficult to exist, and impermanence is like a flower at the end.

The empty cicada is in such a world, disillusioned like the morning glow.

This is a poem by Ono Komachi, a poetess in the early Heian period of Japan.Ono Komachi is a well-known female poet in Japan and is listed as one of the Six Songs of the Early Heian Period.

Today we took my grandma back to my hometown.

Grandma said that she is 85 and won't live for a few years, and she wants to go back to her hometown to see her while she is still alive.

On the way, my mother and grandma had such a peaceful conversation.

Mom: Is Daxi's mother still alive?

Grandma: Not here a few years ago.

Mom: Where is Xiao Leng's family?

Grandma: Not anymore.

Mom: Xiaoping’s must still be there!

Grandma: No, she passed away a few years ago.

When answering these words, grandma's expression was always calm, with a kind of numbness to death unique to the elderly.

It was at that time that I suddenly thought of this poem by Ono Komachi.

I am used to it in this life, and I will never see you again.

In the next world, let’s write the story of Le Jing being mistaken for the prehistoric boss in the Dharma-ending Age 233333

There is no logic, Su Su Su is cool and cool.