Ruan Shutong

This child Hengjing is still very conscientious, and immediately came to say goodbye to me when he heard the news that I was about to die, crying so hard.

"Woo~~Shushu. How could this happen.......Woo~~~"

I patted the child on the back and said: "Okay, okay, don't cry, you will die if you die. By the way, you must not come to see me that day. It's so scary. My head fell to the ground, and my face was full of tears. Grey doesn't look good either."

Heng Jing punched me hard, and said: "When is it, and you are still in the mood to joke, don't you have anything to tell me?"

"Explain?" I looked up at Captain Zhang Wei, "There is one thing I want to trouble Captain Zhang with. I miss Huahua a lot. When I leave, you have to take good care of Huahua. If it loses a pound, I'll be a ghost." I won't let you go."

Heng Jing grabbed me and cried loudly: "Shu Shu, you are heartless, you don't care about anyone, you only remember a dog, woo~~~~ You are heartless."

Hey, can't you be like my widow?

I didn't tell Heng Jing that death was never a terrible thing for me. I was already a dead person, and it was rare to have survived these few months.Now it's just another death.

It's just that I'm a little sorry for Ruan Xiaodi, I couldn't leave him a whole body until I died, and it would be hard to explain if I saw him in the underworld.

Feixue jumped up and down the cell like a monkey, and he made straws fly all over the cell in Dizi No. [-] cell: "No, no, this is going to die? People say that a scourge can live for a thousand years, how can you die so soon?"

I waved away a few straws in front of me and said, "Can you calm down, I'm going to die, so can't you say something nice?"

Aww~~~~~ Feixue yelled out: "Shutong, this is unscientific, you are the protagonist?"

I said, "How do I know, why don't you ask the author."

Author: "Are you two questioning me?"

Feixue: "Don't dare, we are all created by you, and you are our god. But, can you add some drama to me?"

Author: "You are a small supporting role, how can you talk so much here, give the microphone to the protagonist."

Me: "The protagonist is a thread, is there such a sad protagonist as me? It's only a few chapters, and he died. Do you want to advance the finale?"

"I won't let you die."

What?Author what do you say?

Feixue pushed me: "I don't seem to be the author."

I looked up and saw Heng Rui standing outside the door.

I was suddenly relieved that Xu Ning had said the same thing.But I don't want you to take risks because of me. With these few words from you, I am already content.

I asked him, "Do you remember my name, my real name."

He nodded: "I remember."

"Well, after you die, you can bury Little Brother Ruan's shell properly. As for me, if you are willing, you can leave a tablet for me."

The seventh month and three days of traveling through is also my last day in this world.

Suddenly, it started to rain lightly. In July in the capital, such light rain is not often seen.If it is a young man of literature and art, he should be looking at the gray sky sadly at this moment, feeling: the rain is dripping, falling, falling, falling like a lover's sad tears, falling so sadly and desolately.I didn't bring an umbrella, and my mood was like this cold rain, which was damp.The sound of the rain, the sound of the wind is soft, who let me walk alone in the rain?Who forgot me in the humble soil?However, only in this drizzle can I cry unrestrainedly, because I can't tell whether it is the rain that wets the tears, or the tears that blur the rain.

I walked in a dark and narrow alley.Fortunately, I was not allowed to parade in the street, so I died decently.Just, why don't you put shoes on for me?People's feet hurt on the ancient stone ground.Death row inmates are also human beings, do you understand that you are abusing prisoners?

I chatted with the executioner next to me, and I said, "Brother, what if the prisoner is not dead?"

The elder brother of the executioner sounded like a bell, full of air: "That means that this person should not die, and should be released without charge according to the rules."

"Well~~~" I nodded.

The big executioner went on to say: "But you don't have to think about it. I have been in this business for more than [-] years, and I have never missed a hand."

Ah bah, it's really annoying, it's not okay to make people look forward to it.

The weather was a little stuffy, so I looked up at the gray sky and said, "I'm going to die, God won't give me a good face, when will the rain stop?"

The executioner said: "Brother, this is God merciful to you. Your story has spread in the capital. Thanks to the bad weather today, otherwise there may be many people on the street to watch the fun. Just think about it, so many people watched You die, do you feel comfortable?"

I nodded, grinned, and said, "Brother is right."

The executioner said, "But brother, it's the first time I've seen you go to the execution ground like this. Why are you still laughing now?"

I said: "I came out naked and alone, and I will go there naked and alone. I leave quietly, just as I came quietly. With a wave of my sleeves, I won't take a single cloud away."

The supervisor took a step towards the distance.

The elder brother of the executioner gave a thumbs up: "The little brother sees it thoroughly, and the elder brother admires it."

I continued to grin: "Brother, you should be more agile when you cut the knife later, don't accidentally get stuck, it will break your head constantly, and I will take another knife, it hurts."

The executioner said: "Don't worry, little brother, I promise that once the knife is cut, the body will be decapitated immediately. There will be no secondary processing."

I raised my paw to pose like a lucky cat: "Thank you, thank you."

In a blink of an eye, he saw the execution supervisor staggering to the outside of the execution platform.

Kneeling for a while, I yawned more than ten or twenty times, and I forced my eyelids to ask the executioner: "I'm so sleepy. Brother, why haven't you started yet?"

The executioner twitched his stiff facial expression and said, "Little brother, are you in such a hurry to die?"

Isn't early death and late death a death?What's the difference?

I fell to the side and said, "Brother, let me take a nap first, and call me later when the meeting starts."

The executioner tugged at my ears: "I'm going to sleep forever, what are you sleeping on now?"

Oh right.

A gust of wind blew the weapon shelf, and all kinds of weapons fell to the ground, ping-ping-pong-pong, yes, there was also a symphony, and it would be perfect if a soprano sang a song.

All I heard was the supervisor's loud voice: "It's time, execution!"

Let's start, let's start, I'm already impatient.

I said Master Supervisor, have you practiced flying, otherwise, how could this token pass through the rain curtain and land on my head impartially?You mean it.

The token bounced off my head and landed.

The curtain was pulled down slowly, and I was separated by a square white cloth in a small space. I couldn't see everything outside, only the fine rain fell on my neck and slipped into my clothes.

The executioner sprayed the knife with a sip of wine, the muscles on his arms swelled up, and he swung the machete high.As if for just an instant, the knife in his hand cut across a beautiful arc, and the blade flashed, dazzlingly bright.

Someone once asked me, if you could choose, what would you want to be?I didn't answer at the time because I didn't have an answer.

Yeah, if I had the right to choose, what would I want to be?

philosopher?poet?scholar?the scientist?artist?

None of these seem to be what I want.

People are often like this. They always complain when they have no choice, but they are always confused when faced with choices.

Now, facing this imminent death, I seem to understand.

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai's choice to become a butterfly after death is the entanglement and lingering of Hope I.I have no one to linger with, so let me become a tree after death.

There is no emotion, no perception and no feeling.Looking down at everything under my feet with a cold eye, spring comes and it turns green, autumn comes and declines, just like this year after year, no matter how many people I pass by, how many things I have experienced, and the vicissitudes of life, I stand here and use the posture of a bystander to record Reading other people's stories, everything has nothing to do with me.

I took a deep breath.Everything around is blurred, a dreamlike feeling of stillness and tranquility.I heard someone shouting something, but it was a pity that it seemed to be coming from the sky, and I couldn't hear it clearly because it was too far away.

"Keep people under the sword."

who is it?

keep people?

Who?

me?

The wind lifted a corner of the curtain, and I saw one person and one rider running towards here, the horses' hoofs stepped in the puddles, and the water splashed everywhere.There was something in his hand, shining brightly.

I looked up at the sky for the last time, a drop of rain fell into my eyes, I lowered my head and closed my eyes slowly.

The bright red blood fell on the curtain, announcing the end of a life with the last splendor.

Is this the blood spattered three feet of white silk?

I can only think of these very vulgarly.

I'm doomed to be just a layman.

The shouting, the neighing, the clash of arms, all vanished, all was lost.Once again I felt like I was floating in a cloud, like a feather, very light and soft, I didn't want to move, talk, or think about anything.

It turns out that death is really not a terrible thing.