Vol 3 Chapter 959: Everyone has a dream of a writer and wants to write beautiful things in the dream...

"Grandpa Grandpa, it's time to take medicine...Oh? Grandpa Grandpa?"
"...Ah, girl. What are you talking about?"
Xing Ke suddenly woke up from the daze, moved his old body on the easy chair, and dimly responded to the call of the girl around him.
"Good my grandfather, you scared me to death. I saw where you were dumbfounded just now, I thought you couldn't stand your eyes on..."
Seeing that the grandfather on the easy chair was still alive, the silver-haired and red-eyed girl patted her barren chest and let out a sigh of relief, completely relieved.
"Hey, what are you hapless kid talking about, hoping that your ancestor will die sooner?"
Xingke had no choice but to complain about himself, the great-granddaughter who didn't accumulate virtue on her lips, wondering who she was following with her broken mouth, and she was not afraid to offend others by speaking like this all day long.
"Isn't this just following your eloquence? Master writer, your ability to you off with your mouth open I only learned at most one or two."
The silver-haired and red-eyed girl smiled and handed the capsule containing the nano-supplement to her grandfather's mouth, and it was time for him to take the medicine.
"...Forget it, forget it, don't talk to a little girl like you, don't learn well all the time, dye her hair whiter than my old man, and dare to change the color of the eyeballs."
"Hehe, how does it look good? All our classmates have changed their hair color and pupil color, and the bold ones have changed their skin color! ~ Anyway, the technical means have matured, and the only thing that will change is the mental consciousness..."
"You mean I'm old-fashioned? A joke, I've seen all those with bright green hair..."
Xing Ke shook his wrinkled eyes, took the pill and threw it directly into his mouth.
People are old enough to be like him, and other medicines have lost their effect. It depends on the nanomachines in the body to maintain an old life... It's not surprising that you are dead at any time.
So his great-granddaughter almost thought he was dead just now, which is not incomprehensible.
"Oh...Little Liya, I just seemed to have a long, long dream."
Xing Ke felt the capsule in his mouth melt and disappear, looked at his wrinkled and dry palms of the bark, and said in a melancholy voice:
"I dreamt that I had crossed and became a very powerful magician, and I am immortal and immortal, no, it should be immortal and immortal in front, passing and becoming a magician are behind... right?"
"Um... Grandpa Grandpa, although you may feel uncomfortable when I say that..."
"Then stop talking."
"...But! ~ I still want to say that the theme of travel is a century of historical precipitation, and it is a good traditional culture of our country, but it is this era, and you don’t dream of anything new-it really makes me and You don’t have a common language, the generation gap is too big."
The little girl was very upset and a little bored and sat on the tea table next to Star Carving, took out a thick and simple physical book that didn't know what material, and said:
"Now is the era of physical books. Cheap electronic information is too large and cumbersome, and of low value. It is just fine to hand it over to computers for processing. It is really not worthwhile for humans to waste time."
"...Haha, you are right, I can't tell you."
Xingke smiled and squinted his eyes, the wrinkles on his face piled up, and he felt deeply that he couldn't keep up with the times, and he didn't understand the trend of history, so he turned to a strange place.
"But...that's what I said. How could I have such an unclear dream?"
As if there was no strength, Xingke slowly muttered:
"Could it be that I have finally started to be afraid of death until now?"
"Isn't it? Everyone is afraid of death? The book says that many great people seek immortality in old age." The girl continued her grandfather's words boredly.
"It's not like that. The immortal I dreamed of seemed to be tired of living a long time ago, but when I wanted to die, I couldn't die anyway. It was funny, ridiculous, and pitiful...
It’s not like I’m afraid of death, so I fantasize about being immortal? "
"What's that? Tired of life? How could it be possible." The girl spit out disdainfully:
"The so-called [pain of eternal life] is the same as [pain of the rich].
People who can't live forever want to avoid being too entangled, so they are relieved that they have suffered from the pain of immortality.
Those stories that, as human beings, lament the loneliness on the road of longevity, are too hypocritical and feel hypocritical. "
"Ha, ha, Liya makes sense...
If you really live a happy life and a happy family, who wouldn't want to enjoy it for a while? "
Xingke agreed with his granddaughter's complaint.
But maybe he just doesn't have the energy to refute it. The old man is really lacking the energy to put forward a different point of view, just like when he was young, he would argue with anyone on the opposite side for three hundred rounds.
But thinking about it instead, isn’t he just a practical example—
"Liya, your grandfather and I don't have many days, and I have a good old age.
Your grandma left early, and your grandma and mother didn't dislike me much, they just didn't want to come and see me more.
Although you said that you were not willing, you were willing to come to me to read and study, and you did not forget to remind me to take medicine... You said, I have achieved this [ordinary happy life] achievement...
Shouldn't it just die so contentedly?
When the time comes, draw a circle as a full stop. I am not so looking forward to another world. It just ends, isn’t it? "
Xingke’s voice gradually became hoarse, his voice seemed weak, and his sentences became uncomfortable, as if it would disappear in the next second:
"Alive, a little tired..."
"Grandpa Grandpa?! Grandpa Grandpa!Don’t scare people"
The girl seemed to realize something, her face and tone immediately became anxious.
The vital signs detection on the easy chair started sounding the alarm in due course~EbookFREE.me~ everything shows that the jokes of Star Carving are becoming real.
So that's it, I'm really dying.
The corners of Xing Ke's stiff mouth wanted to arouse at this moment, indicating that he was relieved at this moment, but it seemed a little difficult.
The cry of the great granddaughter and the sound of the siren in the easy chair began to become distant, and the strength of the whole body began to lose quickly, as if slowly falling into the deep sea...
"Grandpa Grandpa, don't just give up like this!
not good! Not good at all! What to say...
If you think your life is pretty good, you can live a little longer...
You just died like this..."
The chattering little girl's sound like a chain of marbles disappeared little by little, and the star carved clearly felt the fire of his life extinguished, leaving a trace of green.
Until the end, perhaps inspired by the little girl’s words, he finally laughed at himself slightly:
"Maybe it's not bad to live longer..."
…·…·…·…
Click-seems to be the sound of a wooden pole breaking.
Chuckling—like the crisp sound of manuscript paper being crumpled into a ball.
Xingke opened his eyes and saw a pure white world. Then he looked around blankly, and then found Meteora sitting at a desk beside him.
A series of tools such as dipped feather pen, manuscript paper and ink are placed on the desk.
"Are you writing something?" Xingke asked curiously.
"Yes, sir. I'm writing a novel."
The subconscious incarnation of Meteora quietly threw away the paper ball in his hand and replied:
"Because there is no book you want, so I just wanted to write one now.
However, it seems to have failed..."