Damn that heartthrob

Some people say that people can see past events before they die.

Memories about life will appear one second before death, like an old movie from the old era, with those precious, beautiful, and regretful pasts, replaying his life in front of the dying person, accepting the dead Or the unacceptable facts repeat themselves, let him savor what he has experienced in this life, what he has gained, and what he has lost.

What does it feel like in the seconds before death?

——This is something Chen Sheng never thought about before.

He once thought that there was nothing but fear before death, and he did not think that his life had a good past worth remembering.But in fact, when death came, when the blade was close to his cheek, when he fell to the ground and his body slowly lost temperature, the so-called pre-death memory really appeared before his eyes.

It could also be said that he is looking back.

The lonely Chen Sheng sat in an empty movie theater, and the big screen in front of him was playing his whole life.He watched the content of the film calmly, without any complicated emotions in his heart, and simply thought that everything in front of him was just a small episode before death.

--no big deal.

I just don’t know why people see movie theaters before they die.

With such an attitude, Chen Sheng accepted those familiar scenes and started over again, his indifferent expression didn't change until he saw that person appear.

It's like the ice surface can't resist the external force after all, and there are traces of being trampled.Chen Sheng shrank his neck the moment he saw the other party, wishing he could run away quickly.

The play is over.

His life is over.

He was dying, and he knew that he had no one to blame for his death, and he had nothing to complain about.

A boring movie ended, and as the movie ended, the surrounding lights came on, and the people who cleaned up the scene appeared in time after the lights turned on, and took their respective scripts responsibly, interpreting this false environment with a sense of reality.

Chen Sheng looked at the person curiously. It was a short old man with a kind face, wearing a shabby uniform, holding a cleaning tool in his hand, looking to clean the theater where Chen Sheng was.

But there was only Chen Sheng as an audience in this theater, and Chen Sheng had no drinks or popcorn, so he couldn't see that there was anything that needed to be cleaned.

The old man also noticed this, and he coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Young man."

Chen Sheng looked up at him blankly.

The old man glanced at the book-traveler Chen Sheng written on the big screen, and asked awkwardly, "Are you the protagonist of the book?"

"En." Chen Sheng replied lazily.

"What text?" He sized Chen Sheng up a few times, trying to reason—"Fantasy Cultivation Text?"

A book traveler like Chen Sheng usually wears the novels he read during that time period.And this one just likes the kind of guy who has thick golden fingers, opens a harem to recruit younger brothers, and has a full level at the beginning.

The old man thought confidently.

"Romance."

Chen Sheng replied indifferently.

"..."

After being silent for two seconds, the old man asked again: "Young people have good hobbies. Is the surname Shangguan or Murong in the book?"

"My surname is Chen and my name is Er."

"..."

The old man paused, never expecting that the name of the hero of the romance novel is so simple.He let out a "tsk", always feeling a lingering taste of a supporting role of passersby rushing straight to his forehead, so he raised his head uncertainly, checked the scrolling subtitles on the big screen again and again, and waited until he was sure that Chen Sheng was the protagonist. Pulling the corners of his mouth, he smirked and boasted a few words.

"Good name, great atmosphere!"

After that, he rubbed his hands and asked tactfully: "Young man, I have been watching you for a long time, and I see you have a gloomy face all the time. Could it be that you are dissatisfied with your current life?"

The old man cleared his throat at this point: "If it is, I will say a few words to you. To be a man, you must know how to be content and be happy. The romance is so good, and the heroine of Xiaofeng Xiaolang is still pretty..." Pretty Liang hasn't said anything yet After that, the old man suddenly thought of the beauty of some heroines, and suddenly felt like a stick in his throat, and changed the topic: "By the way, what kind of person is the heroine?"

Chen Sheng was taken aback by this question. He frowned and thought about it carefully, and said very seriously without exaggeration: "It's the kind of people who rely on their own ability to fight but are unreasonable, offend people everywhere, don't allow others to talk, and do things according to their own hearts. Reasonable, be a person who is ruthless from the heart, and who will not recognize his relatives when he gets angry."

Hearing this, the old man's smiling face became stiff, and he stammered, "If you can fight well... at least it will protect you from being bullied."

Chen Sheng gave him a strange look, "Do you know how I died?" He cleared his throat, "It's not protection! Most of her power is used to suppress me. She never allows me to say no, I can’t sit if I’m standing. Also, we’ve been together for six years, and I haven’t even held her hand. She’s full of poison and speaks coldly to me every day. In front of her, I’m like an emotionless Sometimes I don’t understand whether our relationship can be regarded as husband and wife!”

After saying this, he added another sentence: "But judging from the fact that she knew how to tell me when she was looking for a man outside, the piece of paper we became acquainted with still has some weight."

"..." Hearing that the old man could not bear to turn his head, he could no longer find a reason to speak for the heroine.

"What about the female partner?"

Struggling with guilt for a moment, the old man suddenly thought of the female supporting role who had various exchanges with the male protagonist in the romance novel, and hoped that there would be a female supporting role to comfort Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng was stumped by this question.

He thought hard for a long time, and different faces quickly flashed in his mind, and he found that besides the male supporting role, he was still the male supporting role...

The old man looked at his expression and was dumbfounded: "What kind of clothes are you wearing?"

"Fantasy female strong pampers and abuses the text. She is responsible for refreshing the routine, being pampered, opening the harem, and taking in younger brothers; I am in charge of the rear office; managing the compound, handling common affairs, and making people abuse."

Chen Sheng objectively stated the tool man's life.

Really didn't know what to say, the old man covered his face with one hand, patted Chen Sheng's shoulder with the other, and said after a while: "It's too miserable, if you are given a chance to live again, what do you want to do?" ?”

Chen Sheng patted his hand away, and said very melancholy: "If I were given a chance to start over, I would definitely not read that book. I really don't want to marry the heroine. She and I don't... Not all the way..."

The more you talk, the lower the voice.

Chen Sheng struggled to squeeze out the last few words, and his body leaning on the chair gradually lost its temperature.

The scene in front of him dissipated as the blood faded.It was like taking a nap, having a brief dream.Chen Sheng opened his eyes tiredly, and finally returned to the bloody reality.

In reality, he was lying in the wet mud, the black soil under his body stained with bright red blood, and he quietly closed his eyes in the afternoon of July.

The old man watched Chen Sheng go away, and the movie theater he was in lost all light because of Chen Sheng's departure.

Everything around is like a phantom.

The theater dissipated like smoke, leaving only the old man and a mahogany table with a dying red candle on the table.

The candle was very ordinary, but Chen Sheng's name was written on the candle.

The old man looked at the red candle quietly, as if he was looking through Chen Sheng's life through the red candle, and the wax oil piled up beside the candlestick was like Chen Sheng's muddled old days.The past emerged before the eyes with time, and the sorrow and joy finally turned into clouds of smoke. When the red candle symbolizing life was completely extinguished, the old man slowly closed his eyes.

then,

A new story starts over.

Both good and evil need to exist.

Black and white are indispensable.