Chapter 1109 The Grim Reaper Dispelled by Song, the Heartfelt Words of Beijing Drifters: "If One Day I Have to Leave"
"I hope people will bury me here."
"I can feel my own presence here."
"There are so many things here that I cherish..."
But then came a line from a lyric.
This made Yang Ming's heart tremble again.
It was like a thunderclap exploding in his almost dead heart!
Could it be...?
Is he now willing to "die" here?
In such a silent, dust-like way?
Then how am I any different from an ant?
No! That's not it!
A strong sense of resentment, like magma that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly erupted from the bottom of his heart!
"I laugh here, I cry here."
"I live here, and I will die here..."
The emotions in the songs playing on the phone grew even stronger.
The voice carried a suppressed scream.
It's as if it's asking a question on his behalf, and on behalf of everyone trapped in this city:
Are we really going to give up on the whole world just because we're confused?
Yang Ming suddenly opened his eyes!
A strange light now burned in those eyes that were originally empty and lifeless!
What about his dream?
That once spirited young man who believed he could make a name for himself in this city.
Has his dream really died?
It's just temporarily covered in dust!
"Where did this singing come from?"
Yang Ming murmured to himself.
Why did it strike so precisely at the deepest corner of his heart, a corner he himself dared not even touch?
It was as if a close friend he had never met was sitting next to him, patting him on the shoulder.
He expressed all of his unspeakable bitterness and grievances on his behalf!
Yang Ming, who was on the verge of falling into a coma, struggled with all his strength and grabbed the phone from the bedside table.
The screen's brightness stung his eyes.
But he recognized him—it was Wang Yueheng!
It turned out that Wang Yueheng was performing live in a bar!
The video shows Wang Yueheng singing with great passion and emotion, and the sincere feelings revealed in his eyes.
It didn't feel like a performance; it felt more like a confession, a form of redemption.
The poignant singing voice was like a warm and powerful stream, washing away the despair that had frozen his heart.
Yang Ming felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by a giant hand!
He doesn't want to be buried here!
He didn't want to "leave" in this way!
He still has his parents back in his hometown waiting for him.
He still has unfulfilled dreams.
I haven't even had a proper relationship yet...
He can't give up like this!
"ah--!"
He let out a hoarse growl, leaped to his feet, and staggered toward the window.
"Clang!"
After a crisp sound.
He smashed the window glass, which was sealed with duct tape, open with his elbow!
A fresh, cool night breeze rushed in, dispelling the numbness and deathly silence that had gripped him!
He breathed in the cold air deeply, as if he had been reborn.
This time, the tears were not of despair.
Instead, it was a mixture of lingering fear, realization, and an indescribable excitement that surged forth.
He then disregarded the heat, grabbed the scalding charcoal brazier with both hands, and rushed to the toilet.
He struggled to pour the charcoal brazier, along with the still-burning charcoal inside, into the toilet.
"laugh--"
The dim red flames in the charcoal brazier splashed onto the toilet water and quickly went out.
It was like the figure of death that had vanished silently.
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