As the sun sets, the evening breeze blows my shiny black hair. I stroke my smooth face and suddenly smile, just like when I was young.
…It turns out that this world is not boring after all.
I have already felt the fun of this life.
I have no regrets about the decision I made when I was 24. Maybe Xia Jiawen has adopted a large number of children and is enjoying the happiness of family life. Maybe he died before me, and now it is his reincarnation who has come into the world.
Since that separation, the world has been in chaos and we haven't had any contact for fifty-six years. But I know that he will never forget his original promise.
...Has he gone to see Lin Yawen now?
I looked at the setting sun covering the mountains, lay in a rocking chair, and input all the knowledge, scientific research techniques, data in my mind into the computer bit by bit.
I have no wife or children in my life. I have been walking in the world under the name of "Angel of Order" all year round, saving countless civilians. When I was about to die, I found an orphan. He had no father or mother and had worshipped the Angel of Order for a long time. When he saw me, his face was full of excitement and joy, and he murmured the prayers of the Angel of Order.
I asked him:
"Would you like to follow me for three months?"
He was very nervous and agreed immediately.
I observed him for three months and confirmed that he was a qualified successor, so I asked him about his wishes. He also agreed to become my reincarnation and inherit my life hard drive, even though he would no longer be himself.
I have never gotten an answer to the question of whether reincarnation is considered myself, but now I can finally experience it for myself.
That day I sat under a leafless sycamore tree, rocking slowly in a rocking chair while a young man massaged my shoulders and legs.
My eyes fell on the gate, where a dry orange sun was hovering. People came and went, but no one stayed there.
"...Teacher, who are you waiting for?" he asked me.
Is my expression that obvious?
I said calmly, "An old friend."
He was tactful and did not ask who the old friend was.
I waited for a long time, but no one appeared at the door.
The sensations in my body became stronger and stronger, and I, who controlled thousands of words, knew clearly that the moment was approaching.
Human beings, human beings.
...Why you can only live for a hundred years.
Most of the twelve talented and intelligent managers of my generation are no longer alive, and even if they are still alive, they are probably old and gray-haired. Even if the world favors them and they are like a molten gold fire, it is only a flash in the pan, and can't last more than one tenth of the life.
"What does it feel like to die?" I asked softly.
When the time came, I actually felt a little scared.
The young man combed my smooth black hair.
"It was quiet and silent, Master. I heard that those old people who died of natural causes at the age of 100 all died quietly."
"It won't hurt?"
"I don't know, teacher. But you are an angel. Angels only return to heaven. You will be reincarnated and come back."
The young man looked at me with reverence. In everyone's eyes, my death was just the return of an angel's soul, which would ascend to heaven again. Only I knew that my death was just the death of a human being, no different from most deaths.
...This silly child.
The faith is already so strong.
"Your physique is not as good as mine. In the future, don't interfere too much in wars and concentrate on building your ideal country. OK?" I warned him.
"Yes, teacher."
"The old god will be born in your place a thousand years from now. You must cultivate the carrier of the old god well and not be soft-hearted. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"I don't know how long you will live, but it will definitely not exceed a hundred years, so... you have to find your reincarnation in time like me and take care of yourself, understand?"
Maybe it's because I'm old and I like to nag, I said a lot.
I saw tears gradually appear in the young man's eyes, he couldn't bear to leave me.
“…Don’t be afraid.” So I said.
...This is the first time in my eighty years that I have comforted someone like this.
His mouth opened and closed, tears rolled down his cheeks, and I suddenly felt silence in my ears, trying hard to catch what he was saying. He seemed to be saying that he couldn't bear to leave me.
…
[Teacher, don’t go…]
This is his lip shape.
…
…It turns out that I couldn’t hear any sound.
Then there’s vision.
Suddenly, everything in front of me became pitch black and the warm sunlight disappeared.
The fence at the door is too short, so I can no longer wait for the person I want to wait for.
At this moment I realized that the critical point had arrived.
...Xia Jiawen, I can't give you the trousers in my hand. But more than 50 years have passed. If you have gained weight, you probably can't wear them.
... In the next life, if we are destined to meet again... don't forget your promise, don't forget to come to the Utopia to find me...
When the vision finally disappeared, I saw the astonishment on the young man’s face… and the evening breeze blew, and my hair brushed past the corners of my eyes.
White.
At the last moment, all the words and spirits failed, and I returned to my old appearance. I have never cancelled the words and spirits that maintain my youthful appearance, so I don't know what I look like at this moment.
…I don’t think he looks very good. With his white hair and wrinkled face, he looks like most of the elderly people who have passed away in this world.
I placed a white morning glory flower on my chest and slowly closed my eyes in the warm afternoon sun. At this moment, I suddenly understood why Xia Jiawen took a white morning glory flower in the end. It is often the whisper of the dead, making the moment of passing away not so lonely.
Perhaps death really is silent.
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