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Chapter 1448 Chapter Ninety-Eight: "My eyes deceived me."

[Sique Olivers received:]

[When this letter reaches you, I should be spending the last days of my life. ]

[Luckily, I once dreamed of your Black Water Dream when I was young, so even though I don’t know where you are, I can still send you a message through my dream.]

[Perhaps you don't remember a little person like me... I once expressed some opinions on your "Goddess of Life Lotasha", and then I... I suffered some things that are not worth mentioning. ]

[You are the person I admire and love all my life. Even though I have sold all the peripherals related to you and sworn not to watch the news about you, I can't deceive my heart. The older I get, the more honest I become. I finally found that my hobbies, my choice of words, every sentence I write, and the shadow of every character are all inseparable from your influence on me. ]

[From the first fairy tale I read as a child, to the love literature I read in my youth, to the philosophy books and nonfiction literature I read in my prime, and even some newspapers and magazines I read in my old age... they are all written by you.]

[Even though we only met once, your words have shaped my life. ]

[I am very lucky that I read your literature during the period when I was forming my worldview, which made me a complete and independent person. You taught me to examine myself, think about philosophy, face up to strength and weakness, have courage, establish responsibility, uphold justice, respect sacrifice, and pursue freedom. I don’t regard wealth and power as honor, idealism as shame, and the desire to save the world as a joke.]

[You are the omnipresent light in my spiritual world, my perfect other half, my spiritual food, and the only guest in my spiritual library. ]

【I love you. 】

[I love you. Teacher Si Que Olivers. I hope you will allow me to call you that.]

[I don’t have your inspiration or your talent. But I have devoted my life to writing a work that will be remembered.]

【The world is too big. 】

[Too many people are as light as a feather. They have never been noticed, never been remembered.]

[My work, which I have polished over and over again for decades, may still not be as good as the few strokes you made when you were fourteen, but I should not regret it anymore.]

[At least, I am lucky enough to hand this letter to you, fulfilling my long-cherished wish when I was young. Now, it is meaningless to ask you why there are loopholes in "Goddess of Life Lotasha". Maybe... maybe my stubbornness when I was young was wrong, or maybe my eyes were wrong - "Si Que" was right, and "Lin Hejin" was wrong. ]

[This world is sick. Everyone worships the World Tree as a guide, but forgets the original position of human beings. Are the many things that cannot be achieved because of human desires that are too deep, or is it that order and laws obey fate more than will? ]

[Even now as I lie in bed and write this letter, why do I still feel lost and regretful? ]

[My finished manuscript is attached to this letter. In order not to take up too much of your time, I have shortened it to a very short length. If you are not interested, you can discard it.]

[Considering my physical condition and age, this is my last work in this life, but it is still a passing moment in your youth. ]

[After thinking about it, my lover has passed away due to illness, my son is waiting for my inheritance, and my granddaughter is still young. Since that incident when I was young, my relatives and friends have all left me. In this last time, I can only write to you and send you my last blessings. ]

【The brilliant and dazzling protagonist. Sique Olivers.】

【May you be safe, healthy, happy and joyful. 】

【May inspiration and talent always favor you, may you spread your proud wings and sing freely in the literary world forever.】

【——He Jin·Final Writing.】

……

The magpie lowered its head.

Its white, black and light blue feathers drooped, and it turned the pages with its wings and finished reading the letter.

The black water is silent, and the fishes are singing.

There is no lazy figure of a purple-haired young man here.

Unfortunately, Lin Hejin's last letter still has not been delivered to Sique Olivers himself. What remains in the dream is Sique Olivers' pet, a magpie. And Sique Olivers has fallen asleep.

The magpie turned to the end of the letter, and a white light condensed, and a thin book emerged. It was the manuscript that Lin Hejin had devoted his life to.

On the manuscript, there was a short line of title, written in crooked handwriting, as if the writer had no strength left:

……

——"To Magpie Olivers"

……

"…Is the old man still alive?"

"...You money-hungry relatives, the old man is dying and you're here, get out, get out now!"

"…Tsk. Everyone knows that the old man has accomplished nothing in his life! Why do you have to make us say such harsh words? Who would covet your family's little money? Let's go!"

A dripping air conditioner, cracked walls, yellowed paper, and the stench of coal smoke.

The only beautiful sight was the few gardenia buds on the branches outside the window.

Lin Hejin was lying on the bed, with a loud noise coming from outside.

"——Quiet!" Lin Hejin shouted with all his might, coughing continuously, almost coughing out his internal organs.

It was finally quiet outside the door, and people walked away, not wanting to be hated by a dying man.

Lin Hejin looked at the ceiling, the sun shining on his forehead, but the pain made him feel even colder. It was said that patients would have signs in their hearts before they died, and he knew that it was his time.

...Sique Olivers should have received my manuscript.

Could some sentences be written better? Could some plots be modified?... Lin Hejin was still thinking about it, but he could no longer hold the pen.

I feel so sorry for letting Si Que Olivers read such an immature story... Even if I tried my best in my whole life, I still couldn't write a satisfactory book.

Perhaps, the life of an ordinary person is full of regrets. From being full of enthusiasm to accepting one's own mediocrity...it is really an unwilling process.

His breathing became heavier, like the sound of a broken bellows, and every sound was bloody. Lin Hejin's consciousness became increasingly blurred, but he was thinking in his heart... If, if he had not been so impulsive when he was young, and had not rushed to Si Que to ask about the loopholes in "Goddess of Life Lotasha", would everything be different... Would he have become a more successful person, at least at this moment, and would not have to wait for death here alone.

If he had not had any connection or entanglement with Si Que...would he have been luckier in his life?
The only answer is silence.

The sunlight was like a farewell hand, caressing his forehead, nose, lips, and pale hair bit by bit... until he suddenly woke up a little and heard footsteps outside.

Creak, creak——

Is it his son? Is that unfilial son here to see if he is dead?

Is it the granddaughter? Lin Hejin thought of the small, cotton candy-like little girl. She was different from her father, with a pair of bright eyes and a sincere heart, but she should still be in the closed school.

Which friend? But he has no friends. Maybe he had some before, but as he became more and more destitute, even the best friends were worn away by time...

friend.

friend……?
No, no, he had a friend... but maybe that wasn't really a friend at all...

squeak-

The door was pushed open.

At this moment, Lin Hejin thought he was in the revolving lantern of his last breath.

Perhaps there was a god somewhere who smiled and sighed, letting a breeze of gardenia fragrance blow in through the window, blowing through Lin Hejin's cloudy eyes, blowing through his old hands, blowing through the pages of waste manuscripts on the desk, blowing through... the person who came in had a head full of messy purple long hair.

Lin Hejin had looked at those golden eyes thousands of times through screens, newspapers, and books... and at this moment, those golden eyes clearly reflected his old and languid figure.

Wearing a black beret and a fluttering bright red robe, the young man, as handsome as a purple rose, is still young. His eyes are fixed, the corners of his lips are raised, like an angel who has come to the world to see off a dying person.

The protagonist favored by the gods... He is still handsome, still young, and still as bright as the sun.

Perhaps for a moment, Lin Hejin thought his heart had stopped beating.

"Lin Hejin."

The purple-haired young man called out his name accurately as the words came out of his mouth. He walked to his bedside, holding the finished manuscript in his hand, and smiled softly:
"My heart is on the right side."

"There is a legend in my hometown. It is said that people whose hearts are on the right side were angels who waited by the bedsides of patients in their previous lives and were responsible for taking them away."

"So, here I am."

The old man on the bed raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it, but was afraid it was just a phantom. He opened his mouth and said in a daze: "Sique Olivers...?"

When the time came, there was nothing to say.

The person I have been chasing for my whole life, the person who has shaped my world view and life, I actually meet him at the end. Si Que is still as young as yesterday, but he is already very old.

This was the second time that Lin Hejin had seen Si Que in his life.

Suddenly, the room turned into the magnificent banquet hall. The young man hurriedly rushed to the handsome purple-haired young man, stroked the "Goddess of Life Lotasha" in his arms, blushed, and asked stutteringly.

"——So, what is the loophole in "Goddess of Life Lotasha"?..."

The scene overlapped, the white-haired old man on the bed opened his cracked lips:
"——So, what is the loophole in "Goddess of Life Lotasha"?..."

This was a question that troubled him all his life.

Si Que Olivers lowered his head, and after a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a somewhat regretful smile:
"…That was written by my child, Su Wenjun."

"He was too rebellious and published this article under my name, so there are so many loopholes. When people saw that it was my pen name, they all praised it crazily. Even if it was a very obvious loophole, they would cover their eyes with cloth and cover their hearts with oil, and boast about it. Only you...only you can walk up to me in the classroom and ask me this question."

"There are tens of billions of people in this world, all of whom are trapped in the pursuit of fame, wealth and public opinion. Lin Hejin... you are the only one who has opened your eyes and lips to ask questions."

"I'm sorry that a joke between me and the Lord of the World has troubled you for your whole life."

My mind went blank in an instant, as if nothing was left.

The old man opened his eyes wide, unable to utter a word. Finally, he looked at the empty house, his frail body, his hands covered with frostbite and scars, and could only smile bitterly.

To Sique Olivers, it was just a trivial joke.

To the Lord of the World, this was just a rebellion that was not worth mentioning.

For Yu Lin and He Jin...it was a bitter life.

Lin Hejin often dreams about that dinner party. With messy hair and ill-fitting suit, he looks like a clown who has barged into a party. He hears laughter, laughter that mocks his impropriety, laughter that mocks his poverty, laughter that mocks him for being a country bumpkin, laughter that mocks him for daring to question Si Que Olivers... From then on, the laughter never left his ears.

But at the moment when those golden eyes looked at him, the mocking sound in his ears suddenly disappeared.

There was a sudden, long-lost silence in my ears.

"After I got old, I was often very tired. I was out of breath after walking a few steps and couldn't walk very far." Lin Hejin said softly:
"I sit in the house every day, looking at the houses and gardenias in the distance, and I look at them all day long."

"Smart devices are becoming more and more advanced nowadays... ahem, I don't know how to use them, and my son doesn't care about me, so I just chat with myself:"

"'Lin Hejin, do you regret it? Who are they? Who are you? Why are you using your egg to worry about other people's stones?'"

"Occasionally, I would take out photos from the past, but they were already moldy. I would dig out clothes from my youth, but they had already turned into rags. I tried to find some traces of the past, tried to write down some wonderful sentences, but I found that I was far inferior to when I was young..."

"I have to accept the fact that I am old... I can no longer write sentences that make people's scalps tingle, and I can no longer write plots that make people applaud. All I have is a weak body, three pills a day, and a blood pressure monitor by my bed..."

"I dug out the manuscripts from my youth and began to envy my past self... Why could I write such a wonderful story, but now my mind is full of darkness."

"Until yesterday, I saw... the white moonlight rising above the distant house."

“That scene… was no different from the past ten thousand days in my life, but as I looked at the silvery white moonlight of frost and snow, burning in the deep blue where the sea and sky met… I suddenly felt a shock.”

“Humans are insignificant, and most people will succumb to the passage of time… Compared to the scale of the universe, our eternity is only a brief moment. Such beautiful moonlight will continue to shine forever, regardless of whether the one gazing at it is the talented Olivers or the frustrated He Jin.”

"The same is true for the flowing will. As long as we can grasp that which spans through the years... is it equivalent to grasping eternity?"

"I held it in my hand... At that moment I realized that those were exactly what you had revealed in your writing."

"Justice, purity, kindness, responsibility, freedom, courage, sacrifice, idealism."

"I combined all of this and wrote my final draft. You have received it."

"The protagonist of the story... is a righteous, pure, kind-hearted child full of idealism, just like the eternal feeling your words have given me."

“Such texts may be buried in a few months or years, but as long as they are written down, my life will continue.”

"And I, who hold the will that spans through the ages, have already gained 'eternal life'. I will die, but I have resonated with the torrent of time. I am as small as a grain of sand, but as eternal as moonlight. From then on, if someone has the same feelings as me, then he is 'me'. The grain of sand is me, and the moonlight is also me."

The old man showed his broken teeth and smiled regretfully at the young man beside the bed:

"Sique Olivers...teacher."

"If I think about it this way... I won't feel any regrets then..."