[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

How long does death last?

It seems that spring turns into winter overnight, my limbs are cold, the space rotates and bumps endlessly like a ship hit by huge waves, lights from unknown sources, lighthouses or fishing boats flicker, blood spreads from my body, and all these feelings are just short-lived phantoms , will eventually be covered by layers of memory.

Fu Zhi's blood-stained face in his arms was very calm, I was wet, and my eyes stayed on his wet skin and lips. I knew what kind of untimely impulse it was, so I turned my eyes away and went to the doctor.

Rich was judged to be insane.

He is not crazy.Maybe the reason why most normal people are just that people don't have the courage to go crazy, and staying awake is a challenge for someone like him who has been or is going crazy.

Most people load their souls with their lives, but he uses his soul to support his life.

Shimizu, who was holding the knife, panicked, as if he, like me, didn't understand how one second he was talking about old times with the lawyer who had helped him, and the next second he was the killer.

She sobbed and arranged the scene, sad and frightened, as if she didn't do it voluntarily, but was dominated by something.

I pity her for taking such a sin on her own initiative.

When the two circles argued over the right to dispose of the dead bodies of the criminals, a diplomatic dispute arose that later turned into a military dispute.

Fuchou's painstaking efforts were in vain, but it did not prevent Jeanna from regarding Fuchou as a guide.

However, long after the incident happened, at a certain moment, Jeanna realized that the rich reward was not for the sacrifice of all human beings at all.

It's neither for beauty, nor for me, rich rewards are not even for himself, and the world is rarely in his consideration.

Jeanne has not yet figured out what the belief in Fuchao is, and neither have I.

He always stayed quietly at the same place on the railing of the boat for a long time. I pretended to be nonchalant and watched him from afar, but I didn’t realize that he was blind.

No one knows what these merging worlds will bring to humanity.

At the beginning, there was a false harmony on the whole. When the temptation came to an end, conflicts emerged and inevitably broke down.

Ideals and love are buried in the dust, and violence and hatred are rampant.People are united, people are divided, and people are united, just to kill fellow citizens better.The light is far away, the shadow is shrouded, the phantom of the kingdom of heaven no longer exists, peace and hope are being exhausted, and the war that human beings have been enjoying since their birth has started again.

I couldn't contain my disappointment, and the subsequent response was so clumsy.I nervously and calmly proposed to go with me, and he agreed. When I left, he suddenly stopped me. I thought he recognized me, and somehow felt that I had lied to him. I felt embarrassed and ashamed that my lie was exposed; it turned out to be Return the clothes.

When exchanging names, he said his name was Mitya, which I guessed was his real name, but this time I used a pseudonym.

He first appeared in the Christmas year of my life under the name Fuzuo, and the gift he gave me was his pendant.Through it, I met the god who loves trading.

After he disappeared, I bought the house and took down the ivy that he had on the upstairs balcony and took care of it.

I came back from a business trip to find knife marks and missing manuscripts beside my bed.

The ivy is dead.

Fuju, who said he would never come back, has come back.

I think the knife has stabbed my artery and my blood is draining fast.

The world surged up from my side like a wave, and passed away like a gust of wind.

I heard movement next door.

During the day, he had already been so attentive and full of mistakes, so he had to resist to look at him.

I thought I could bear it.I put down my business and went to the next door, knocked on the door and entered. Before I saw him, I could never have imagined that he would have such a mental state.

He strikes me as shrewd and cunning, sober and purposeful, repressing his grief, not showing his heart, you see him fragile, and you know he won't break easily.

And I was looking at a broken man who couldn't rebuild.

He stood up from the filthy water, and suddenly reacted violently, saying don't mention her.

She...is Meihui.

He smashed his forehead regardless of strength, that kind of energy is unique to a madman who has really lost his mind. He is risking his life and putting all his eggs in one basket. It's just that he used the surface of a philistine to try his best to disguise it perfectly.

Doctors can't treat him well, and according to a rough diagnosis, he has many years to live, but he refuses to take good care of himself.Living comfortably has never been his wish. For him, the important thing is not to heal, but to live with the pain.

I saw that he was very uncomfortable, trembling, and impulsively, I took off my coat and put it on him without thinking.

This is the closest I have been to him since I reunited with him, and I just realized that he seems to be very ill and his eyes are broken.

Shocked, he blurted out the question, thinking that it would be exposed when he opened his mouth, and in his heart he tried to explain how he organized his words here.

But he doesn't remember me.

The journey was very fast, and in order not to wait for the next Sunday boat, the two of us slept in a one-and-a-half-meter-wide bed at night.

I couldn’t sleep for several nights. Looking at his thin back, I really wanted to reach out. He was in a deep sleep because of the medicine. If I touched him, he wouldn’t feel it, but I just lay back to back with him. , never exceeded the distance.

I was short of breath, out of oxygen, and dying.

During the death of my body, my soul was more active than ever, and I felt the struggle and joy of life that I would not have had when I was alive.

Most of the vivid memories are about him.

The reason why Meihui's suicide note left the name of Fuchu is because I couldn't bear to let it be burned.

I can't sleep, he is still asleep.I leaned on the head of the bed as if awake from a dream, trying to figure out when the ship would dock.

He is sick and helpless now, and I can prevent his eyes from recovering, take him from ship to ship, and keep him at sea forever.

As long as I do it, I can get it, but what exactly do I want?

Suddenly the bed tilted with the boat shaking, and the distance shortened even more. He turned over and faced me, and almost broke into my arms unintentionally, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyelashes were wet, and he was dreaming a dream that would definitely be forgotten. .

At that moment, all thoughts were wiped out, I didn't pray for him to have me in his dream, but after that, every moment, I was in my arms to have his time.

My original sin strangled me like a long snake.

On the surface, I have the right to choose, and there are all retreats behind me. In fact, I left my hometown to seek, and I am doomed to get nothing and lose what I have.

I torn between pain and desire, frightened by the occasional dark thoughts I had.

Later, I figured out that there was no problem of love, because when love filled me, I was peaceful.

In what way to love, I actually already have the answer.

He has given me more than one day, more than one kiss, more than one hug, it is enough that many things have existed, and I should not expect more.

It's just that, after all, I feel unwilling.

On Friday, Fuchou is expected to recover his vision on Friday.

When he opens his eyes and sees me, I can tell him frankly about my dedication and sacrifice. He may accuse me of lying, feel guilty, be moved, and be with me, but he will not love me.

I left.

The reason I left is the reason I came.

My parents, Yachen and my younger brothers, I left and abandoned them for a firework that I had never seen before.

How strange, I think I exist for this pale and empty fireworks, and I don't feel worthless at all.

Today there was a very regular fireworks show, everyone went to watch the fireworks, but I was the only one who couldn't let go of my anger. I forgot why I was angry, and I was wronged. When people came back and talked about the grand and beautiful fireworks, I felt uncomfortable and regretful.

No matter how many fireworks I have seen in the future, the most beautiful fireworks in my mind will always be the one I have not seen.

I saw him again at the port of a small seaside town in the monster world.

I really wasn't ready to meet him again, even though I traded my fate to God for this reason, I still didn't know what to say, what attitude to take, whether the person who wanted to win him was loyal or not, so I just followed him confusedly. He got on board.

Decided never to see him again, I felt something was dying inside of me, it was going on, only I was so clearly aware of it.

That process is rapidly shortening to one point, and at the same time, this point expands so huge that its mass weighs more than a thousand catties, causing time to lag infinitely.

The moment in the center of the extreme approach point, facing the great fear of death, I calmed down in the endless memories and fragmented thoughts.

There is a more extensive, boundless, chaotic and indistinguishable emotion that is not limited to the individual itself, gradually occupying my entire heart.

Sacrifice and loss are always equal; I suddenly found myself ridiculous.All questions and answers lie in love and death. In the process of pursuing love and the result of death, I have not lost anything, but have gained unimaginable enlightenment and detachment.

Gains and losses are meaningless to me, and I will definitely not be able to wait for the outcome of that case, but I am happy for him to see the recovery of the rich and the germination of new vitality. He is insisting on what he told me: fairness and justice are worth pursuing , even though the result does not change.Go to the court again, argue for justice, and fight uncompromisingly to the end, winning or losing is not important.

I heard the door close softly, the sun fade away, and the curtain of darkness fell under the hood.it's over.

Time is not with me, space is not with me

The low temperature blocked my decay, I didn't hear the cry, but I felt his tears drip into my eyes, his kiss fell on my lips, his eyes looked into my heart, his pendant into my flesh and blood.

The six feet of the foreign land is so quiet, like a dark dream, my flesh and blood corroded by time are spread out on the coffin, plant roots are entangled between my bones, and microorganisms are multiplying in my life ;

The six feet where the war marched was full of devastation, the world collapsed like a bubble, people stabbed knives into each other's bodies, gunshots rang, shells roared, blood seeped down my wreckage, and I was with the souls of thousands of compatriots.

Kill each other, carve up the losers, rank high and low, oppress each other and discriminate against each other in peace, and new wars and new orders are brewing.

Looking back, is all of this really worth it?

During life and after death, Fuchao suffered a crushing defeat.

He always bets all his wealth on desperate attempts, but he has always been a gambler with surprisingly bad luck.

The past is not with me, the future is not with me.

I wish everyone would forget me.

And the unfinished journey of him will wander endlessly, tossing in one world after another, or dying for his ideals, sleeping in eternity.

How long does death last?

A moment, another life.