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Han Jing's face is thicker than the city wall. With a coquettish face, he accepts the gaze of a bunch of brats openly.

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen a handsome guy?"

The little boy seemed shocked by his shamelessness. After a while, he scratched his face with his fingers.

"It's so embarrassing to eat snacks from children at such an old age."

The 1.8-meter-seven man put one hand in his pocket, lowered his head, stared at the little kid who was no more than his knees, and spoke with leaky teeth, and spoke with a sullen smile.

"Sister is also a child."

The little boy turned to look at Shen Liangzhi.

At nearly 1.7 meters tall, he has nothing to do with children.

Han Jing's smile rose, he bent down, leaned close to the little boy's ear, and whispered:

"He's a kid from my brother's family."

The smile in his dark eyes was so beautiful, and the strong visual impact left the little boy stunned.

When he reacted, he looked at Shen Liangzhi again, with only pure curiosity in his eyes.

Shen Liangzhi was confused: "What did you say to him?"

Han Jing spoke slowly, put one hand in his pocket, grabbed her wrist with the other hand, and dragged her forward:

"You are a greedy cat who loves to eat everything."

Shen Liangzhi bit into a candied haws: "You obviously like to eat it."

Just from the way he looked familiar, you knew it wasn't your first time buying something.

Han Jing dragged the person to the sidewalk by the lake and let go. He did not deny it, and his peach blossom eyes were downcast:

"I love eating, but I love watching you eat even more."

Shen Liangzhi's chest moved slightly, and he had a candied haws in his mouth, neither up nor down.

Seeing her stunned, Han Jing sneered and walked forward first, leaving her behind.

Shen Liangzhi moved his mouth slightly and bit into pieces the outer skin of the candied haws.

She is indeed a coquettish vixen, flirting with people every day.

The two wandered side by side in People's Park.

The park couldn't be more ordinary. It's full of family and friends taking a walk after dinner.

The young couple brought a little girl in a princess dress. The little girl ran in front with a bubble machine. The couple whispered about work behind them, but their peripheral vision never left their child.

Two gray-haired old men were playing chess under a street lamp. A crowd of old men gathered around to watch. They shouted reminders from time to time, which attracted others to criticize "the true gentleman who watches chess without speaking".

In front of them, a gray-haired grandmother was pushing her husband's wheelchair, with warm smiles on her wrinkled faces.

A very common sight, but very unfamiliar to Shen Liangzhi.

The Bai family manor is very big, but there are only two of them, she and Ms. Bai. In addition to working overtime and going on business trips every day, Ms. Bai has no time to spend with her.

She had never gone to school and had no friends of the same age. When she went to the laboratory, there were a bunch of uncles and uncles there. Although they treated her well, there was a gap of several generations between them.

Shen Liangzhi raised his eyes and looked at the back of the man in front of him.

She was not a fool and could sense his intentions.

Although he didn't mention what happened during the day, he was comforting her in this way.

Han Jing has already chatted with the old man fishing by the lake:

"Uncle, your skills are quite good. There are three white stripes, two crucian carps, and one green carp."

The uncle was flattered and said happily: "Not many young people of your age know the goods."

He glanced at Shen Liangzhi behind Han Jing.

"Bringing your girlfriend for a walk?"

Han Jing raised his eyebrows and looked back at Shen Liangzhi: "Little girls are shy easily, sir, please don't mess with things."

Although he denied it, the uncle was someone who had been there and his eyes were very bright.

He patted Han Jing's shoulder and smiled, saying nothing.

Come on, young man.

Han Jing gave him an "understanding" look in return.

The two walked to the center of the park lake and found a chair to sit down.

Han Jing took out his lighter and rubbed the roller: "My biggest hope was to live forever and live like the gray-haired old man I was just now."

Shen Liangzhi stared at his profile, which became darker and darker under the firelight, and said nothing.

Han Jing tilted his head and looked at her: "Do you mind if I light a cigarette?"

Shen Liangzhi shook his head.

The man lit the cigarette and held it between his fingertips. His handsome features were distorted by the smoke.

"When the three personalities appeared at the same time for the first time, no one was willing to give up the physical initiative. They competed every day and wanted to kill the other."

His tone was relaxed, like he was telling a story.

"When the trouble was at its worst, the body couldn't bear the pull from three sides, so it suffered a mental breakdown and was in a coma for two full years."

"After waking up, the three of us finally reached an agreement to take a step back and call a truce."

"But I was still worried about their dirty tricks, so I was wary of them for a long time, for fear that I would never wake up after losing consciousness."

Because he doesn't know how long he can exist, every time he takes control of his body, he likes to go to the streets and alleys to feel the smoke.

"Whether it's cooking, riding a bicycle, or walking in the park, just wasting time like this can make me feel that I'm really alive."

He lazily held a cigarette in his mouth, his posture irreverent and dignified.

He said it lightly, but Shen Liangzhi understood that living forever in the fear of disappearing and dying tomorrow is undoubtedly a kind of chronic torture.

You may close your eyes tonight and never wake up tomorrow.

One morning, he died quietly.

Han Jing caught a glimpse of Shen Liangzhi's slightly frowned eyebrows and his thin lips.

"worry about me?"

Shen Liangzhi said nothing.

Han Jing was minding his own business and said:

"In the Chinese education system, it is always taboo to discuss death. The word death symbolizes unlucky. It seems that saying too many words about death will summon death, just like the story of "Wolf".

"Avoiding the topic of death will not delay its inevitable arrival. When it strikes, unprepared people will fall into greater grief and collapse and be unable to extricate themselves."

He moved his fingertips slightly and lit up the scarlet ash.

"In fact, death is as rare and common as birth. We welcome birth, and we should also send warmth to death."

He broke off two leaves.

One piece of new green, one piece of withered yellow.

"New life, growth, illness, and death, each link constitutes life, and all are indispensable. Only by correctly understanding death can we better understand the meaning of "life."

He crushed two leaves and placed them in the soil.

"Leaves are born in the soil. After death, they will return to the soil and turn into fertilizer to nourish the earth, giving birth to new life in the next year."

"People are actually the same."

"Man is born in a big bang, born in the stars, and after death, returns to the stars again."

Shen Liangzhi raised the corners of his mouth and nodded in agreement:

"What's more, death is not the end of life, forgetfulness is."

Man dies three times:
For the first time, when your heart stops and your breath dies, you are declared biologically dead.

The second time, when you are buried and people come to your funeral dressed in black, they declare that you no longer exist in this society.

The third death is the last person in this world who remembers you and forgets you.

Then, you really die, and the whole universe will no longer have anything to do with you.

Death is not the end of life, oblivion is.

"The Inventory of Life" by David Eagleman:

A person has to die three times in his life.

For the first time, when your heart stops and your breath dies, you are declared biologically dead.

The second time, when you were buried, people came to your funeral in black.They declare that you no longer exist in this society, and you leave quietly.

The third time, the third death, is the last person in this world who remembers you and forgets you.Then, you will truly die, and the entire universe will no longer have anything to do with you.