Could some sentences be written better? Could some plots be modified?... Lin Hejin was still thinking about it, but he could no longer hold the pen.
I feel so sorry for letting Si Que Olivers read such an immature story... Even if I tried my best in my whole life, I still couldn't write a satisfactory book.
Perhaps, the life of an ordinary person is full of regrets. From being full of enthusiasm to accepting one's own mediocrity...it is really an unwilling process.
His breathing became heavier, like the sound of a broken bellows, and every sound was bloody. Lin Hejin's consciousness became increasingly blurred, but he was thinking in his heart... If, if he had not been so impulsive when he was young, and had not rushed to Si Que to ask about the loopholes in "Goddess of Life Lotasha", would everything be different... Would he have become a more successful person, at least at this moment, and would not have to wait for death here alone.
If he had not had any connection or entanglement with Si Que...would he have been luckier in his life?
The only answer is silence.
The sunlight was like a farewell hand, caressing his forehead, nose, lips, and pale hair bit by bit... until he suddenly woke up a little and heard footsteps outside.
Crunch, crunch—
Is it his son? Is that unfilial son here to see if he is dead?
Is it the granddaughter? Lin Hejin thought of the small, childlike little girl. She was different from her father, with a pair of bright eyes and a sincere heart, but she should still be in the closed school.
Which friend? But he has no friends. Maybe he had some before, but as he became more and more destitute, even the best friends were worn away by time...
friend.
friend……?
No, no, he had a friend... but maybe that wasn't really a friend at all...
Squeak——
The door was pushed open.
At this moment, Lin Hejin thought he was in the revolving lantern of his last breath.
Perhaps there was a god somewhere who smiled and sighed, letting a breeze of gardenia fragrance blow in through the window, blowing through Lin Hejin's cloudy eyes, blowing through his old hands, blowing through the pages of waste manuscripts on the desk, blowing through... the person who came in had a head full of messy purple long hair.
Lin Hejin had looked at those golden eyes thousands of times through screens, newspapers, and books... and at this moment, those golden eyes clearly reflected his old and languid figure.
Wearing a black beret and a fluttering bright red robe, the young man, as handsome as a purple rose, is still young. His eyes are fixed, the corners of his lips are raised, like an angel who has come to the world to see off a dying person.
The protagonist favored by the gods... He is still handsome, still young, and still as bright as the sun.
Perhaps for a moment, Lin Hejin thought his heart had stopped beating.
"Lin Hejin."
The purple-haired young man called out his name accurately as the words came out of his mouth. He walked to his bedside, holding the finished manuscript in his hand, and smiled softly:
"My heart is on the right side."
"There is a legend in my hometown. It is said that people whose hearts are on the right side were angels who waited by the bedsides of patients in their previous lives and were responsible for taking them away."
"So, here I am."
The old man on the bed raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it, but was afraid it was just a phantom. He opened his mouth and said in a daze: "Sique Olivers...?"
When the time came, there was nothing to say.
The person I have been chasing for my whole life, the person who has shaped my world view and life, I actually meet him at the end. Si Que is still as young as yesterday, but he is already very old.
This was the second time that Lin Hejin had seen Si Que in his life.
Suddenly, the room turned into the magnificent banquet hall. The young man hurriedly rushed to the handsome purple-haired young man, stroked the "Goddess of Life Lotasha" in his arms, blushed, and asked stutteringly.
"——So, what is the loophole in "Goddess of Life Lotasha"?..."
The scene overlapped, the white-haired old man on the bed opened his cracked lips:
"——So, what is the loophole in "Goddess of Life Lotasha"?..."
This was a question that troubled him all his life.
Si Que Olivers lowered his head, and after a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a somewhat regretful smile:
"…That was written by my child, Su Wenjun."
"He was too rebellious and published this article under my name, so there are so many loopholes. When people saw that it was my pen name, they all praised it crazily. Even if it was a very obvious loophole, they would cover their eyes with cloth and cover their hearts with oil, and boast about it. Only you...only you can walk up to me in the classroom and ask me this question."
"There are tens of billions of people in this world, all of whom are trapped in the pursuit of fame, wealth and public opinion. Lin Hejin... you are the only one who has opened your eyes and lips to ask questions."
"I'm sorry that a joke between me and the Lord of the World has troubled you for your whole life."
My mind went blank in an instant, as if nothing was left.
The old man opened his eyes wide, unable to utter a word. Finally, he looked at the empty house, his frail body, his hands covered with frostbite and scars, and could only smile bitterly.
To Sique Olivers, it was just a trivial joke.
To the Lord of the World, this was just a rebellion that was not worth mentioning.
For Yu Lin and He Jin...it was a bitter life.
Lin Hejin often dreams about that dinner party. With messy hair and ill-fitting suit, he looks like a clown who has barged into a party. He hears laughter, laughter that mocks his impropriety, laughter that mocks his poverty, laughter that mocks him for being a country bumpkin, laughter that mocks him for daring to question Si Que Olivers... From then on, the laughter never left his ears.
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