Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 101: Life and death are fateful, wealth is in heaven!
"The heart is gone, and it's boring to live."
The old wealthy seems to be trying to stand up, but his thin body as a cicada-wing seems to be unable to withstand this action. He did not stand up, like an old man, staggering and most of his body is already refusing to do so. Looking down at the urn, the ashes inside have been scattered.
As if his wife has already taken a step forward, no, she is waiting for herself in front.
The old rich and honorable sighed, as if talking to himself, and as if specifically speaking to Yan Huihong:
"When people are old, they always like to talk;
Hey, his parents are not a thing, but who told me to be his godfather;
My life is terrible. Twenty years ago and twenty years later, I fell into trouble because of a problem. "
Yan Huihong didn’t know what to say, but he could see that the former giant in front of him had no time, and just now, Yan Huihong was sure that when he answered “you can live” There seemed to be a special breath in the underworld, as if the person in front of him could really be resurrected immediately.
He is not a bluff, nor is he a fake tiger. He can really come back to life, but listening to his words is like giving up.
But, how is it possible!
"Tell him for me, his father and mother can't give it to him, godfather, I give it, people are not interested, they can live, but what is the meaning of living?
It's better to die! "
As soon as the voice fell, the old wealthy figure disappeared completely, and it seemed that he was following his dead wife.
And the picture here has completely disappeared here.
All in all, the dust came to an end, there was no sensational hustle and bustle, and there was no glorious glow. It was not vigorous, and it didn't seem to be thrilling.
He died more than half a year ago,
Actually, he really died half a year ago. He didn't really appreciate the previous opportunity. He wanted to die, so he died peacefully.
The world is crying and weeping just to survive, and when he feels boring, even if the world is full of opportunities for him to survive, he dismisses it.
He is headstrong.
Yan Huihong squatted on the spot blankly. He didn't understand why a listener, a listener of that level, would actually give up the chance to survive.
Furthermore, he has not had time to ask, to whom do you want to convey these words?
Whose godfather are you, who is so lucky to take your heritage as your godson?
At this time, the building can finally come close, and squat down beside Yan Huihong, curiously asked: "What's the situation?"
"You said, can people live without heart?" Yan Huihong asked when looking at the building.
"Your brain is flooded?" Peilou took a deep breath and continued, "I know we are under a lot of pressure to find the way to prove the Tao, but you, Lao Yan, don't scare me, you I’m not surprised if you die by accident, but you won’t collapse under this pressure? That’s really inexplicable."
Before, they were also a threesome, plus a Lan Lin, but Lan Lin had already died in the story world, suicide.
Because of this, Pelou seemed more sensitive to this aspect. He was very worried that Yan Huihong would embark on Lan Lin's old path.
"People have no heart." Yan Huihong pursed his mouth, like a child, and slowly stood up, "People have no heart, what do they mean?"
Pilou was watching by the side, and he didn't dare to leave, for fear that something would happen to Yan Huihong.
Yan Huihong looked at a glass window on the side of the street. From the window, he saw himself, and of course, there was the building beside him. At this time, his brows began to frown. It was like thinking about something and began to fall into a kind of struggle and hesitation.
"Beilou, are you afraid of death?" Yan Huihong suddenly asked again.
"Nonsense, of course I am afraid." Pelou replied.
"But why did Lan Lin commit suicide?" Yan Huihong asked again.
"..." Pelou was silent for a moment, and then replied, "Because she saw something more terrifying than death."
"Oh." Yan Huihong nodded, seemingly noncommittal to Pelou's answer, and then he continued to look at himself in the window, "Are you afraid of death?"
This time, Yan Huihong was not asking about the building, but about himself. What he asked was about himself in the mirror.
Yan Huihong's face showed emotions of surprise, hesitation, and anxiety. All of this was naturally shown by the mirror. He seemed to be really caught up in the problems he had given himself. He seemed a little embarrassed, and some confused.
"I... should be afraid too." Yan Huihong answered himself very seriously.
"Lao Yan, hello, Lao Yan!" Pilou felt that it would be too late if he didn't wake up Yan Huihong, because he found that Yan Huihong's current facial expression was similar to that of Lan Lin.
"Then, why is he not afraid of death?" Yan Huihong wondered, as if at this time, he was thinking about this with himself in the mirror, "Giving up the hope of resurrection from death, how could it be like this? What about people?"
Yan Huihong squatted down beside the mirror again.
This is a barber shop, and the shop owner saw a guy crouching by his door and window chattering and walking out a little angrily.
The broken building stretched both hands, and in an instant, the people and things in this small street nearby fell into a slow motion.
"Peilou, you said, what criteria does it use to select the audience?" Yan Huihong asked.
"How do I know that I am not it." Pelou coaxed Yan Huihong like a child.
"But I know, it only chooses those who are afraid of death.
Throughout so many generations, ancient, modern, Chinese and foreign, groups of ordinary people have been selected. They are afraid of death, so they are struggling in the story world and they are struggling in the audience circle.
And they, the stronger they are and the higher their realm, they tend to become more afraid of death. Perhaps the newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but for whatever reason, under the fear of death, they become the puppets of the broadcast. .
Usually, they become radio playthings for radio fun. In the end, they will be led on the train and go to another world to act as cannon fodder.
I don’t know if anyone has resisted before, but since I became a listener, I have rarely seen anyone daring to resist it, and they are very secretive about it.
Before, I saw that one who buries love and proves, smuggled back from that world with a hatred of broadcasting and wanted to find revenge for broadcasting. The result was a miserable ending. He was drawn into the story world by broadcasting and even himself The inheritance was stripped out and re-distributed by the broadcast as a reward for the story world.
But because of hatred, because broadcasting was for fun and for his own preferences, he forcibly arranged a time for him so that his wife would die in front of him.
Hate is an emotion. It can make people mad. In fact, it is also a purpose. When you have hatred, when you have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, emotions dominate your behavior. It is also reasonable for Yue Zihong.
Even if you yawned empty and boringly, it is actually a purpose............"
Yan Huihong talked to himself endlessly, the faster he talked, the brighter his eyes became.
This kind of light made the building on one side look frightened, he really didn't know how to deal with it.
"Remember what my previous dream was?" Yan Huihong asked, pointing to himself in the glass.
Yan Huihong thought for a while and replied: "A bunch of brothers, you can get together for a drink every day."
Yan Huihong stretched out his hand, touched the glass with his fingertips, closed his eyes, and said slowly:
"Life is life, and death is death. As our listeners, life does not bring things that death does not take away. No one knows about your existence. Your death will help you erase it.
Why is it rushing to jump like a grasshopper?
I still have a heart, or maybe I don't have a heart either, but I know I don't want to die now, and I'm pretty comfortable leaving aside a lot of miscellaneous things.
So, there is nothing to be reluctant, and there is nothing to let go. "
Yan Huihong turned around and faced the broken building. The beard on his face trembled, as if a little excited, "I will try my best to live, I will live at all costs..."
"Hmm..." Peilou can only nod his head in response~IndoMTL.com~ I can't answer "No, you go to hell".
"But if I really die someday, I hope I can be as calm as I am now, brother, have you read the Analects?" Yan Huihong asked again.
"Have you forgotten that I graduated from the Chinese Department? I am also a scholarly family. You, a big boss in society, want to compare culture with me? "The Analects", I will still memorize it."
"Okay, let me ask you: Sima Niu is worried and said: "Everyone has brothers, I die alone."
Pilao directly replied without even thinking about it: "Zixia said: "Shang Wenzhi: Life and death are fate, wealth lies in the sky..."
Yan Huihong raised his head abruptly and looked to the sky before he finished his back in the building.
"Life and death are fateful, wealth is in heaven!"
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On a plane flying from Chengdu to Qinhuangdao, Boss Liang, who was napping, suddenly opened his eyes and looked surprised, and said unexpectedly: "So fast?"
For a while, Boss Liang suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. Originally, you were the only one. Now, you are no longer. Naturally, there is a sense of loss and loss. But Boss Liang still shook his head in a mocking manner and smiled again. Outside the porthole, the plane has arrived in Hebei, and it should be coming soon.
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Pilou looked at the old friend and bad friend in front of him in disbelief, because the scene before him was really incredible, and it gave him a great shock and excitement.
He saw Yan Huihong’s eyes start to brighten,
He saw Yan Huihong's body began to bloom with a white light,
He saw that Yan Huihong's breath seemed to boil like boiling water,
He saw it,
Yan Huihong’s head,
A huge tombstone phantom appeared!
From today,
Big man in the world,
No longer unique!