Male God Transformation Project [Rebirth]

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The days seem to flow away inadvertently, with the wall clock on the wall turning round and round, with the sun rising and setting on the ground outside every day, with the alternation of day and night every day.

Everything seems to be in the same place without any warning, passing away bit by bit without any retention.Like the sand in the fingers, the feeling of powerlessness passing away bit by bit.

Ling Zimo and Feng Che were also slowly passed by time, getting closer and closer to the end of their lives, as if the next step was the end.

Ling Zimo and Feng Che watched the sunset under the setting sun. He felt that this was their life. He couldn't express the melancholy feeling of the sunset.

But that feeling became stronger and stronger as the days with Feng Che got longer and longer.

He thought it should be a kind of fear.

It's a fear of growing old and dying.Everyone should be afraid of birth, old age, sickness and death. After all, they were so energetic, jumping like that, smiling in the spring breeze, sweating in summer, looking bleak in autumn, and exhaling for warmth in the snow.

He tilted his head and took a look at Feng Che. The warm yellow and somewhat reddish light hit the top of his head, making his hair folds and brilliance. There was no wind, so he couldn't see the flowing hair, but he could see it. Knowing that he washed his hair yesterday.

"Che, you have white hair!"

Even after so long, Ling Zimo still couldn't change his fussy character, so he jumped up suddenly and said.

These two people seem to have never changed. Ling Zimo and Feng Che supported each other and walked a very beautiful and long journey in their lives. I don't know why, but now it is more of a feeling of melancholy.

Sometimes Ling Zimo suddenly felt that he was about to lose Feng Che in the next second.Then when he heard Yaoyao and Chenzi's cries, he couldn't help but his eyes were red, but he didn't dare to drop them.

After having a child, Ling Zimo is no longer so cowardly, and he does not dare to shed tears easily. These are all given to him by the child.He is happy to have them these days.

"What?" Feng Che turned around and asked.

The setting sun in the distance gradually fell below the horizon, and slowly disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun, replaced by a dark blue sky, then changed to blue-purple, and then turned into a very deep night as black as ink.

"I said you have...white hair..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Zimo was attracted by the dark blue sky, and began to yell and yell again, and soon forgot what happened just now: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! "

They sat here for so long just to watch the scene just now, but because of one sentence, they missed it!Ling Zimo sat down with his lips pouted and didn't speak, thinking it was all Feng Che's fault.

In fact, he himself couldn't resist the temptation to go and see Feng Che.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Ling Zimo like this, Feng Che asked.

Ling Zimo shook his head.

In fact, Feng Che had heard what Ling Zimo said, and he was a little shocked when he heard it, he didn't know that time passed so fast, in the blink of an eye, he was already so old?

After careful calculation, it has been a long time with Ling Zimo, right?But now he can only feel a very sad feeling.He always thought that he was not afraid of those so-called birth, old age, sickness and death.

Feng Che is a very resolute man. He used to do whatever he thought of, no matter how difficult the road was or how difficult things were, he would do his best for you. Even if he died, he would never hesitate.

Suddenly he smiled wryly.But now he has concerns, Zimo, Yaoyao and Chenzi, as well as their memories and families.

So he felt a little confused and helpless about the "death" in the future, and more thoroughly, it was fear.

Suddenly the wind picked up.

It's summer now, and the wind at night is still hot, but it's much better than in the morning. The sky always gets dark very late, and it's almost seven o'clock now.The wind blows against their skin.

Blow their soft hair.

I don't know why, the two of them suddenly didn't speak, and suddenly fell silent, except for some noisy wind and the rustling of weeds, there was no other source of sound.

Who broke it in the end?

"You say, what will it be like when we die? Will there be many tears, and we will be buried in coffins, and then buried in the hearts of those who shed sincere tears, until we Really die."

Feng Che knew what Ling Zimo meant by "real death".

I heard it said before that a person will die twice, one is the kind of death that stops breathing, and the other is gradually forgotten, as if the dead person has never been in this world.

To be completely wiped out is to die in the human heart.

People who are shattered by memory meters are the ones who die in the true sense.

And they will, after all.Everyone goes through it.Perhaps Feng Che is more afraid of the horror of death than Ling Zimo, because his whole life has carried and carried too many things, and the ease of letting go all of a sudden makes him feel unreal.

Feng Che hoped to see Ling Zimo's smiling face for the rest of his life, as well as their children, Yaoyao and Chenzi, and hoped that Ling Zimo would always bring the children to chatter around him, that would truly make him feel at ease.

The prodigal son is home all over the world, and he is home with you.

However, he was a little shocked when he said those words from Ling Zimo's mouth.Because in Feng Che's impression, Ling Zimo has always been a very noisy person, as if he could die if he didn't speak for a day.

Although he has matured a lot after having Yaoyao and Chenzi, and he is no longer the crybaby he used to be, but in his heart, Zimo is Zimo, his Zimo, no matter the real Zimo , or the Zimo in his heart, they all match each other.

"Ok?"

"Um... nothing."

Ling Zimo raised his head and looked into the distance, without speaking, his whole person seemed to be abnormally quiet, as if reflecting the gradually deepening night.

It was deathly silence again.

There seemed to be a kind of air-conditioning around the two of them, Feng Che felt a little unaccustomed to surrounding them, but felt at ease.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Che suddenly said, "I think after we die..."

Before the sentence ended, his tone suddenly softened, "I think we will be in a coffin, and I will ask for it before I die."

"I want to be with you in life, and to be with you after death. Do you want to? I don't think it's necessary to ask this question. You are so stupid. You think that I like you and I like everything. Actually, I am not, you I'm happy when I'm happy."

"It doesn't matter how many times we die in the future, no matter how many days are left between us. Let's cherish the present, the present is always better than the future, as long as it's good."

"I will always remember in my life, there is such a person. He is noisy, he likes to blow his hair, looks lazy, but has a beautiful face, very cute, loves to cry, laugh and make trouble, And very stupid."

"But I don't dislike it, and now this person belongs to me. We have also gone through a long period of time, we know each other, and we will grow old together."

The life and death agreement is broad, talk to Zicheng, hold the hand of Zicheng, and grow old together with Zicheng.

Faced with Feng Che's affectionate confession, Ling Zimo suddenly felt a little embarrassed, his cheeks blushed in an instant, and he clasped his hands intertwined, as if there were still dense beads of sweat clinging to them.

Seeing Ling Zimo's bewildered look, Feng Che suddenly laughed.

The surrounding air seemed to warm up, and the warm current between the two surged up again.

"Let's go, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, it will get cold soon, if you catch a cold again, I will beat you..."

Feng Che stood up, patted the dust off his body, straightened his clothes, then took Ling Zimo's hand, and suddenly started running, facing the wind, as if running towards their bright future.

It was very late when we got home, Chenzi and Yaoyao also woke up, Yaoyao took Chenzi to play games, like a sister.

Yaoyao is the only girl in their family, but Chenzi will come out first, why is Yaoyao acting like a big sister?

Ling Zimo was a little dumbfounded.Seeing them coming back, the child immediately rushed up and shouted "Dad...Dad...", so tired that it seemed to be melting.

At night, Ling Zimo played with them there, Feng Che suddenly went back to the room, closed the door, looked at his face in the mirror, and then nodded: "Mmm...you are handsome again, as expected the older you are, the more handsome you are." Temperament."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

But when he saw a few strands of white flashing by, his smile really froze, and he slowly put away his smiling face, looking expressionlessly at himself in the mirror.

It was as if he didn't know this person at all.

It turned out that he really had gray hair, and a few strands were a little obvious mixed in the black and shiny hair. He thought Zimo was joking, but he didn't know that what he said was true.

No wonder Zimo's behavior and words were abnormal afterwards.

Feng Che thought, Zimo should also be afraid, otherwise he wouldn't be like that.And those words of mine just gave him peace of mind.Now seeing my white hair, I am also a little scared.

He suddenly lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and slowly closed his eyes. The veins beside his temples and the spots on the back of his hands could be clearly seen, as if he was complaining that time was running away so fast that he had no room to keep it, and there was no Can't keep it.

Suddenly there was a touch on the head, it was very soft, it should be a human hand.

Feng Che knew who it was, so he didn't raise his head.Ling Zimo stood behind him and said, "I know what you're worried about. Didn't you say it's all right?"

Yes, he said it himself, live well now.All of them are well.

"Hahahahaha! Che, you look like this!" Ling Zimo suddenly jumped up and laughed.

In fact, he was also very sad.

But he no longer wants to pass on his sadness to those around him, because he will be even more sad that way.All he could do was raise his smiling face and curl the corners of his mouth to let others see the very happy Ling Zimo.

"It's enough."

Feng Che raised his head and gave him a blank look, obviously unwilling to say anything more to this lunatic, so he went straight outside.

The following days may still be so plain but quiet and beautiful, and they are still so leisurely.Although time still flies by so fast, I can't catch it no matter what.

But Feng Che and Ling Zimo tacitly felt that it was not bad to just be at ease like this.

And after that?

Then, the two people lived and died together, as they said at the beginning, and were put together in a coffin and buried again.

Many people were not informed on the day of the funeral.But I don't know why more and more people came, it was beyond Chenzi and Yaoyao's expectation.

Probably many people liked Feng Ling before.

In the end, they didn't completely disappear in this world as they said, and disappeared into ashes.Their tombstones stand in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and between day and night, connecting the earth and the sky.

Many people come here every year, and they all know a Feng Ling cp named Feng Che and Ling Zimo.

There may be many people who know the story of the two of them...

possible……

Maybe, or maybe not.

You say, how long can we still love?Or how long have you been walking together?Even, when will you leave?

The author says:

Here, the story of Ling Zimo and Feng Che has come to an end, but their future is not over yet.

In their future, maybe there is still a long, long way to go, but they firmly believe that they will always hold each other's hand.

Never, never let go!

This book has been with me for a long time. From the thought of the stalk in May 2014 to the end of the main text in January 5, it is really a long period of time.

There was a hole in the middle for nearly a year, and I didn't expect that I could still come back and fill it up.

There is an unspeakable melancholy in my heart, maybe the child will leave his parents when he grows up (what kind of metaphor), so it is over! (what the hell)

Finally, I would like to thank the little angels who were able to read this book. You, Xie Xie, accompanied Ling Zimo and Feng Che through the journey of acquaintance, mutual understanding and love.

Then!I also highly recommend my new article!There will be an update on my birthday, February 2th!Ask for advance receipt!

When a well-known game up master meets a bamboo horse and sings Little Pink!What was the result~