[Sique Olivers received:]
[When this letter reaches you, I should be spending the last days of my life. ]
[Luckily, I once dreamed of your Black Water Dream when I was young, so even though I don’t know where you are, I can still send you a message through my dream.]
[Perhaps you don't remember a little person like me... I once expressed some opinions on your "Goddess of Life Lotasha", and then I... I suffered some things that are not worth mentioning. ]
[You are the person I admire and love all my life. Even though I have sold all the peripherals related to you and sworn not to watch the news about you, I can't deceive my heart. The older I get, the more honest I become. I finally found that my hobbies, my choice of words, every sentence I write, and the shadow of every character are all inseparable from your influence on me. ]
[From the first fairy tale I read as a child, to the love literature I read in my youth, to the philosophy books and nonfiction literature I read in my prime, and even some newspapers and magazines I read in my old age... they are all written by you.]
[Even though we only met once, your words have shaped my life. ]
[I am very lucky that I read your literature during the period when I was forming my worldview, which made me a complete and independent person. You taught me to examine myself, think about philosophy, face up to strength and weakness, have courage, establish responsibility, uphold justice, respect sacrifice, and pursue freedom. I don’t regard wealth and power as honor, idealism as shame, and the desire to save the world as a joke.]
[You are the omnipresent light in my spiritual world, my perfect other half, my spiritual food, and the only guest in my spiritual library. ]
【I love you. 】
[I love you. Teacher Si Que Olivers. I hope you will allow me to call you that.]
[I don’t have your inspiration or your talent. But I have devoted my life to writing a work that will be remembered.]
【The world is too big. 】
[Too many people are as light as a feather. They have never been noticed, never been remembered.]
[My work, which I have polished over and over again for decades, may still not be as good as the few strokes you made when you were fourteen, but I should not regret it anymore.]
[At least, I am lucky enough to hand this letter to you, fulfilling my long-cherished wish when I was young. Now, it is meaningless to ask you why there are loopholes in "Goddess of Life Lotasha". Maybe... maybe my stubbornness when I was young was wrong, or maybe my eyes were wrong - "Si Que" was right, and "Lin Hejin" was wrong. ]
[This world is sick. Everyone worships the World Tree as a guide, but forgets the original position of human beings. Are the many things that cannot be achieved because of human desires that are too deep, or is it that order and laws obey fate more than will? ]
[Even now as I lie in bed and write this letter, why do I still feel lost and regretful? ]
[My finished manuscript is attached to this letter. In order not to take up too much of your time, I have shortened it to a very short length. If you are not interested, you can discard it.]
[Considering my physical condition and age, this is my last work in this life, but it is still a passing moment in your youth. ]
[After thinking about it, my lover has passed away due to illness, my son is waiting for my inheritance, and my granddaughter is still young. Since that incident when I was young, my relatives and friends have all left me. In this last time, I can only write to you and send you my final blessings. 】
【The brilliant and dazzling protagonist. Sique Olivers.】
【May you be safe, healthy, happy and joyful. 】
【May inspiration and talent always favor you, may you spread your proud wings and sing freely in the literary world forever.】
【——He Jin·Final Writing.】
…
The magpie lowered its head.
Its white, black and light blue feathers drooped, and it turned the pages with its wings and finished reading the letter.
The black water is silent, and the fishes are singing.
There is no lazy figure of a purple-haired young man here.
Unfortunately, Lin Hejin's last letter still has not been delivered to Sique Olivers himself. What remains in the dream is Sique Olivers' pet, a magpie. And Sique Olivers has fallen asleep.
The magpie turned to the end of the letter, and a white light condensed, and a thin book emerged. It was the manuscript that Lin Hejin had devoted his life to.
On the manuscript, there was a short line of title, written in crooked handwriting, as if the writer had no strength left:
…
——"To Magpie Olivers"
…
"…Is the old man still alive?"
"...You money-hungry relatives, the old man is dying and you're here, get out, get out now!"
"…Tsk. Everyone knows that the old man has accomplished nothing in his life! Why do you have to make us say such harsh words? Who would covet your family's little money? Let's go!"
A dripping air conditioner, cracked walls, yellowed paper, and the stench of coal smoke.
The only beautiful sight was the few gardenia buds on the branches outside the window.
Lin Hejin was lying on the bed, with a loud noise coming from outside.
"——Quiet!" Lin Hejin shouted with all his might, coughing continuously, almost coughing out his internal organs.
It was finally quiet outside the door, and people walked away, not wanting to be hated by a dying man.
Lin Hejin looked at the ceiling, the sun shining on his forehead, but the pain made him feel even colder. It was said that patients would have signs in their hearts before they died, and he knew that it was his time.
...Sique Olivers should have received my manuscript.
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