Zhan Shen: I am the spokesperson for the Great Love Immortal

At this moment, in Fang Sheng's eyes, there was nothing else between heaven and earth.

There is only this pale river with no end in sight and the lonely figure in the distance.

The man said nothing more, but turned around expressionlessly and walked away step by step along the river.

Fang Sheng was shocked beyond words. Although there was no hint at this moment, he vaguely felt an almost crazy cry in his heart.

“What are you waiting for!!!”

“Follow them!!”

"Fight to the limit and keep up with him!!!"

Fang Sheng did not hesitate. With a grim look on his face, he stepped onto the river.

In an instant, countless thoughts flooded Fang Sheng's mind, and his past and present lives gradually emerged like a dream bubble.

The smiles of my parents when I was born, the furious writing when I was in school, and the helplessness of not being able to find a job after graduating from college.

The arrival of a car accident and the speechless payment of compensation.

The sadness of a critical illness notice.

As the light flows, the last moments of the previous life also come to mind.

.....

"Doctor Zhao, how many days do I have left?"

Fang Sheng lay on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling and asked the doctor beside him.

Doctor Zhao beside him was silent for a moment, then spoke with a Jiangsu Wuxi accent:

"Hello, Xiao Fang, don't be so pessimistic. There is still hope for recovery."

Fang Sheng turned his head with difficulty and gave Dr. Zhao a weak smile.

"Doctor Zhao, you're a good person. I have no family left, and I don't have the money to support my tenth chemotherapy. I know my own body, and I don't want to die in a hospital bed. Can you help me get discharged?"

Doctor Zhao was silent for a long time.

"Xiao Fang, you..."

Fang Sheng weakly grasped the corner of Doctor Zhao's clothes.

"Please, help me."

.......

After arriving at Fang Sheng’s residential complex, Dr. Zhao carried Fang Sheng on his back into the elevator.

"Thank you, Doctor Zhao."

Fang Sheng said weakly on Doctor Zhao's back, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to leave the hospital."

Doctor Zhao smiled.

"Hey, it's no big deal. But Xiao Fang, your current body..."

Fang Sheng smiled but did not answer. For him now, even speaking was a very difficult thing.

Not long after, Dr. Zhao opened the door of Fang Sheng's house.

Doctor Zhao gently put Mr. Fang down, helped him stand, and looked around the room.

The house was small, even shabby. The curtains were a little yellow, and there were a few outdated magazines and unwashed clothes piled on the floor.

There were a few moldy papers next to the teacup on the table. They seemed to be some things Fang Sheng had written before. He wanted to do something but never had the energy to complete it.

There are several yellowed photos hanging on the wall. In the photos, Fang Sheng is smiling when he was young, and his eyes show the former brightness and hope.

But now, all that glory seems to have been eroded by time, leaving only this small, dark room.

"Excuse me, Doctor Zhao, I don't have much time to clean up at home." Fang Sheng looked at the messy scene and smiled lightly.

Doctor Zhao shook his head and helped Fang Sheng to the only bed in the inner room. Then he walked into the living room and talked to Fang Sheng while tidying up.

"Hey, Xiao Fang, do you want these newspapers and stuff?" Without waiting for Fang Sheng to reply, he said, "Don't want them. I'll throw them away for you. They're from last year."

Dr. Zhao walked to the yellow curtains and pulled them open, allowing sunlight to shine in through the window.

The sunlight streamed into the room through the dusty window panes, making the room suddenly appear much brighter.

Although the sun was warm, the room still had a musty and stale smell, as if this space had been forgotten by time.

Doctor Zhao covered his mouth with his hand and coughed, as if he was choked by dust.

The sunlight shone on Fang Sheng's face. Feeling the sunlight, Fang Sheng slowly lay down on the moldy bed.

"Guang...it's been so long..."

Doctor Zhao cleaned up for a while, then found a bottle of mineral water from somewhere, opened it and gave it to Mr. Fang.

"Nah, Xiao Fang, drink some water first."

Fang Sheng struggled to stand up and took a sip.

Doctor Zhao sighed.

"Xiao Fang, what are your plans next?"

Fang Sheng was silent for a moment.

"I...I can't walk anymore."

Doctor Zhao patted his chest.

"I'm here!"

Fang Sheng looked at Dr. Zhao gratefully and thought about it.

"I remember there's a cake shop not far from my house. Can I have a cake?"

Doctor Zhao smiled and nodded. He first took out his mobile phone to look for food, but found that there was no cake delivery person nearby, so he frowned.

"Xiao Fang, wait a moment, I'll be back with the cake soon."

Fang Sheng nodded.

Doctor Zhao went out.

Fang Sheng was lying on the bed looking at the alarm clock on the wall that had long stopped.

“If only I hadn’t been sick, how wonderful would my life have been like if I hadn’t been sick…”

Dr. Zhao was unable to find the cake shop which had closed down a year ago.

And Fang Sheng was unable to eat the cake he had wanted to eat two years ago.

.....

The scenes of memory gradually shattered, and a vague yet clear sigh came to Fang Sheng's ears.

It seems to be bewitching, but also seems to be telling the truth.

"Let it go... What's the point of living... Is it just a continuation of pain..."

Fang Sheng's face was distorted, his eyes were bloodshot and red as fire. He clenched his teeth and turned a deaf ear to the words in his ears.

Some people say that what you bring into this world you take away when you die.

All pursuits are as easily broken as dreams and bubbles.

The money, power and fame that people seek are nothing but external things.

"But, I've never had it, how can I let it go?!"

Fang Sheng roared and took a step forward. At this moment, he, as a mortal, officially took a step forward in the upstream river.

"The meaning of life..." Fang Sheng's expression seemed to be half crying and half laughing, but in the end it all turned into a determined madness.

"Live, live well!!!"

“That’s the meaning of my life!!!”

Roaring angrily, Fang Sheng gritted his teeth and continued to move forward against the increasingly turbulent river. At this time, Fang Sheng had let go of all his thoughts.

There was only one word left in his mind.

"live!!!"

The waves surging on the river did not look at Fang Sheng differently because of his roar.

Waves of surging waves hit Fang Sheng heavily, and gradually became heavier as Fang Sheng moved forward.

One step, two steps, three steps, seven steps.

Finally, after Fang Sheng took seven steps forward, the heaviness of the river water exceeded Fang Sheng's endurance limit. With a loud bang, Fang Sheng was directly hit by the river and fell into the river.

"puff."

Fang Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and tried to stand up again, but how could a mere mortal body stand up in such a turbulent wave?

Fang Sheng raised his head with great effort and looked towards the figure in the distance that was moving forward steadily.

His figure was the same as before, resolute, lonely, tall, and making people feel ashamed of themselves.

"The continuation of pain..."

Fang Sheng laughed, his smile full of self-mockery and madness.

"So what if it hurts?"

"A hundred poisons eating away at the heart?"

"Are you deserted by everyone?"

"It's still being condemned by thousands of people and despised by millions..."

Fang Sheng no longer tried to get up. He grabbed the ground that existed and not existed with both hands and crawled forward with all his strength. His nails were broken and blood was oozing out, but nothing could stop him.

"So what?"

Why did Fang Sheng in his previous life spend all his money on nine chemotherapy sessions?

Because he doesn't want to die...

He wants to live!!

It seemed that God had played a huge joke on Fang Sheng. He gave Fang Sheng a chance to start over, but did not give Fang Sheng a healthy body.

Fang Sheng didn't understand what he had done wrong to make Tianyi hate him so much.

But none of this matters now. Fang Sheng wants to survive, and he must survive at all costs.

One step, ten steps, twenty steps.

Finally, the surging waves on the river broke Fang Sheng's arms.

Fang Sheng raised his head and wanted to take a look at the figure moving forward, but found that he could no longer see any trace of him.

Fang Sheng smiled self-deprecatingly.

"As expected... Even with my best efforts, I only managed twenty-seven steps..."

Fang Sheng laughed, laughed madly, and his laughter spread all around.

He squirmed his body with broken limbs and continued to move forward.

He is unwilling to accept this!!

How could he be willing!!!

Chapter 2 It was that person.

Fang Sheng continued to move forward slowly, even though he was not even one step away.

He just gritted his teeth, held the blood in his mouth, endured the pain, and kept moving forward.

Submit to fate?

He disdains it.

He cannot decide how he lives his life.

But he can decide how he dies.