Yes, he heard that Sique Olivers had great powers and could do anything, and maybe he could really let him go back to the past...
Si Que's warm hand approached him and gently placed it on his forehead:
"You still have regrets in your heart. Don't pay attention to the gardenias outside the window. Please go back to the past, back to that moment... and make up for your regrets."
Lin Hejin blinked.
When he opened his eyes the next moment——
The mirror reflected a young man with messy hair, old suit and cheap watch. He stared blankly ahead, holding a book "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life" in his arms.
The bright white light from the banquet hall shone down like warm moonlight, shining into his dazed eyes.
He’s back…he’s really back!
Lin Hejin's heart skipped a beat. He saw a purple figure... He subconsciously chased after it and shouted without hesitation: "-Mr. Si Que Olivers!"
Yes.
Even if he goes back in time, he still wants to catch up with Si Que Olivers.
However, he no longer expressed it in such a radical way. He had discovered that this gentleman was like an angel. As long as he spoke nicely, Si Que would listen to his advice.
Under the dazzling lights of the banquet hall, the "angel" turned around and looked back at him gently with her golden eyes.
"Mr. Si Que, I really like your "Goddess of Life Lotasha", but I am limited in knowledge and cannot understand some parts. I really want to discuss it with you and hope you can give me a chance..." Lin Hejin smiled.
This time, he didn't receive any mocking looks from others, and his ears didn't receive any sarcastic laughter from others.
There was silence in his ears, very silence.
The purple hair passed by, cutting the bright lights into spots. Mr. Angel took the book from his hand and said with a smile:
"good."
"I look forward to chatting with you, Mr. Lin Hejin."
...At this time, Mr. Si Que should not know my name...A strange thought flashed through his mind, and Lin Hejin hurriedly caught up with the purple-haired young man in front.
The light illuminates Lin Hejin's young and powerful steps, and his smile is like holding the "eternal" moonlight.
There are still many, many stories in his heart, waiting for him to write them down. Now that time has gone back, he no longer wants to be that boring adult trapped by the daily necessities of life...
In this lifetime, he must write a more wonderful book and give it to Mr. Sique Olivers...
…
The old man on the bed stopped breathing.
The incandescent light was like moonlight shining on his smiling cheeks, and his pale hair flowed in the frosty moonlight.
Si Que slowly withdrew his hand, and the art of creation finally created a happy dream.
The old man’s condition was beyond recovery. He did not die alone in pain, but stopped breathing in a happy sleep.
Next to him, "To Sique Olivers" fell on the bed as his old hands drooped with strength left, and the last page was closed.
As if responding to the last echo in his heart, the sycamore trees outside the window rustled. A star slowly fell from the distant sky.
The wind blew up the frosty white hair, and a tear that had never fallen fell down the wrinkled cheek.
Outside the window, the white gardenias had bloomed silently at some point.
"The wind is blowing..." Si Que murmured.
Brother Leaf, Nightingale Friend, the Naughty Frozen Man, and the Red-dressed Boy Holding an Oil Lamp. Their figures seemed to materialize, standing in front of the bed, taking off their hats and saluting, bidding farewell to their creator who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
In the past, their creators endowed them with soul and life. Today, although they have not yet become lives, it is their turn to bid farewell to their creators.
“Pah pah pah pah——”
applause.
The characters all clapped in unison, giving their applause generously.
The applause rose and fell, echoing throughout this closed and narrow house, as if this was a big stage being watched by the whole world, giving the performers a curtain call.
Si Que took off his beret with one hand and bowed slightly to the quiet old man on the bed.
“You wrote a great story.”
"Mr. Lin Hejin."
"May you have a pleasant farewell."
At the end of his life, he lay in bed alone, enduring the pain of his body, his heart full of the vast sea of stars, but all he could see was the half-inch roof and gardenia outside the window - what was Lin Hejin thinking in the last period of his life?
Even though he grasped "eternity", he still failed to write a perfect story. If Squee Olivers had not arrived at the last moment, he would have died with a lifetime of confusion and regret.
Even so, he still did not receive any encouragement or love from his readers. Until the end, the laughter that had lingered in his ears for a lifetime was finally lost in the wind.
“Pah.”
A thin book lay on the old man's chest. The title of the book was "Lin Hejin".
Si Que once said that the essence of Luo Vasa is a book, because Luo Vasa has many memory lenses that can be opened again like a book.
In fact, there is a deepest meaning - Rovatha is a book that is a collection of everyone.
Most people’s lives are neither perfect nor interesting. But as long as they are included in this anthology, and accidentally turned to, observed, and read, perhaps they and their characters will “live forever”.
Si Que closed his eyes.
Although he tried his best to "taste" the joys and sorrows of others, and appreciate the pain in the sorrow and misfortune of others, he still could not produce an original understanding.
He opened Pandora's box to his heart's content, regardless of whether it contained surprise or destruction.
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