But at the moment when those golden eyes looked at him, the mocking sound in his ears suddenly disappeared.
There was a sudden, long-lost silence in my ears.
"After I got old, I was often very tired. I was out of breath after walking a few steps and couldn't walk very far." Lin Hejin said softly:
"I sit in the house every day, looking at the houses and gardenias in the distance, and I look at them all day long."
"Smart devices are becoming more and more advanced nowadays... ahem, I don't know how to use them, and my son doesn't care about me, so I just chat with myself:"
"'Lin Hejin, do you regret it? Who are they? Who are you? Why are you using your egg to worry about other people's stones?'"
"Occasionally, I would take out photos from the past, but they were already moldy. I would dig out clothes from my youth, but they had already turned into rags. I tried to find some traces of the past, tried to write down some wonderful sentences, but I found that I was far inferior to when I was young..."
"I have to accept the fact that I am old... I can no longer write sentences that make people's scalps tingle, and I can no longer write plots that make people applaud. All I have is a weak body, three pills a day, and a blood pressure monitor by my bed..."
"I dug out the manuscripts from my youth and began to envy my past self... Why could I write such a wonderful story, but now my mind is full of darkness."
"Until yesterday, I saw... the white moonlight rising above the distant house."
“That scene… was no different from the past ten thousand days in my life, but as I looked at the silvery white moonlight of frost and snow, burning in the deep blue where the sea and sky met… I suddenly felt a shock.”
“Humans are insignificant, and most people will succumb to the passage of time… Compared to the scale of the universe, our eternity is only a brief moment. Such beautiful moonlight will continue to shine forever, regardless of whether the one gazing at it is the talented Olivers or the frustrated He Jin.”
"The same is true for the flowing will. As long as we can grasp that which spans through the years... is it equivalent to grasping eternity?"
"I held it in my hand... At that moment I realized that those were exactly what you had revealed in your writing."
"Justice, purity, kindness, responsibility, freedom, courage, sacrifice, idealism."
"I combined all of this and wrote my final draft. You have received it."
"The protagonist of the story... is a righteous, pure, kind-hearted child full of idealism, just like the eternal feeling your words have given me."
“Such texts may be buried in a few months or years, but as long as they are written down, my life will continue.”
"And I, who hold the will that spans through the ages, have already gained 'eternal life'. I will die, but I have resonated with the torrent of time. I am as small as a grain of sand, but as eternal as moonlight. From then on, if someone has the same feelings as me, then he is 'me'. The grain of sand is me, and the moonlight is also me."
The old man showed his broken teeth and smiled regretfully at the young man beside the bed:
"Sique Olivers...teacher."
"If I think about it this way... I won't feel any regrets then..."
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