I Really Don'T Want To Be The Protagonist

Chapter 765

761.death

Yes, is Shi Qinghai dead?

Mr. Lu Xun once said: “Death is not the end of life, but forgetting is.”

Yu Hua once said: “Death is not to lose life, but to walk out of time.”

Murakami Haruki once said: “Death is not the opposite of life, but it will live forever as a part of life.”

Simply, three famous quotes from famous people. Who can beat my literary talent?

After flying out of the desert island, Shi Qinghai lost consciousness not long after. It is ridiculous to say that Shi Qinghai regretted it when he flew out, because he was a land duck!

Before the crossing, Shi Qinghai’s hometown was in Quan City. Quan City is a coastal city. It is reasonable to say that Shi Qinghai cannot be said to be a very Grandmaster in swimming. I haven’t been to the swimming pool for half a time, even if I go to the sea or wild reservoirs, I have to put on a big lifebuoy to ensure safety.

In terms of protecting life, Shi Qinghai can be said to be very stable.

He kept in mind that most of the drowned people can swim, and those who are not good at water are in awe of the water and will not easily set foot on it.

As long as I can’t swim, then I won’t go swimming.

From this extension, it can also evolve into: In order to worry about buying fake shoes, I bought a fake shoe directly.

And it is such a land duck that will eventually die on the sea and sink to the bottom of the sea. This is not what Shi Qinghai wants to see anyway.

But what about unwilling, what about anger and dissatisfaction? The vitality burned out the last gleam of brilliance, no matter how good the angel’s name was, it was just a reflection. There was no possibility of a comeback. Shi Qinghai no longer had illusions in the last moments of his life, and he did not even have enough reason to remember himself. Through these days, my thoughts quickly blurred, and then like a fallen leaf, the breeze blowing around, it reluctantly fell.

Falling on the surface of the sea, sinking into the bottom of the sea.

Is Luoye’s life to return to the roots?

Shi Qinghai didn’t understand, he recalled these words again and again, and he seemed to be back in time again. He once again became the sentimental young man before, and the world was full of gray.

“thump!”

No more, there is no miracle. Shi Qinghai’s body fell completely to the bottom of the sea, and the ensuing wave swept him away in a hurry. Even Shi Qinghai didn’t know whether he was alive or dead. His consciousness was between coma and awakeness. It was like a clear boundary, and there was a cloud in front of the eyes, and time passed on the wheels of the wheel, there was no waiting, and there was no reason.

Many pictures flashed by, and in this short time of coma, Shi Qinghai felt that he had spent several times in his life.

Did he really die? Or cross back again? Is there a chance to wake up again? What did you see after waking up? Is it the white shirt that he has been hanging on the balcony before he can take it back? Or lying on the hospital bed, waiting for a whole new world.

Will there be such a cold and beautiful old wife as Tang Wu? Is he as handsome as ever? What kind of life will be greeted soon?

The doctor would tell himself seriously that he had a dream, probably because he was hit by a car and turned into a vegetative person, or was kidnapped and beaten by a gangster. In short, his consciousness fell into a coma, so these hard and memorable days have completely disappeared? It’s just Nanke Yimeng, isn’t this the favorite part of the idol drama Gou Xue novels!

Fuck!

Laozi don’t do that!

Shi Qinghai struggled, struggling hard to wake up, but he was like a heavy truck pressed against him, he couldn’t overthrow it with all his strength, and naturally he couldn’t do it when he opened his eyes. There is nothing else, rather it has become a world without sound, because no one can say a word to Shi Qinghai.

In Shi Qinghai’s world, he was the only one left.

so what should I do now? What can we do? In such a helpless and vague predicament, it seems that nothing can be done, nothing can be done, only to wait silently for death to come, die forever, or forget everything?

No matter which choice, Shi Qinghai was not willing to choose.

If you can’t struggle, don’t struggle. Shi Qinghai simply sank completely and was completely silent. He would occasionally think of one or two memorable fragments from the past, but he couldn’t remember exactly what it was like.

At this time, Shi Qinghai realized with hindsight that the most important meaning of his life was not the love of sharing a deer cart. Although it did make Shi Qinghai yearn for and longing for possession, it was not the most important thing. The most important meaning Shi Qinghai at this time did not have enough time to think.

Many people have lived their lives and still don’t understand why they need to find such an answer at this time.

Perhaps, the reason why this thought came to mind is just an elegy for helplessness at the last moment of life…

So be it.

The whispers of the phantom night jailer.

To die with open hands, any undercurrent washed away, is Shi Qinghai’s embrace to the sea, the last embrace to the world.

No matter how everything changes in the world, everything between us has existed for real, and I will never forget it. Even though I was cowardly and sensitive at the beginning, trying to escape, but this journey was real, and it was deeply imprinted in my mind.

If you can……

I want to be a protagonist.

I really want to be a protagonist.

At the last moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, Shi Qinghai saw a letter paper again.

And this time the letter paper is not a short sentence, it is more like an incomplete article——

I no longer pretended to have many friends, but returned to loneliness and started my life alone with the real me. Sometimes I can’t stand the torture of emptiness because of my loneliness, but I would rather maintain my self-esteem in this way than exchange shame for that kind of superficial friend.

Afterwards, happy things seem to fade rapidly in the long river of time, and sad encounters are like long-dried sculptures motionless, no matter how time passes, they cannot be changed. So every time I think back, I always feel sad and low, and regretful.

I’m such a person. Good things are almost forgotten and I can’t remember them, but the images that conflict with the sadness always appear in my mind again and again. I have refused many times, but there is no other way. .

So I always live so tired and tired, always rushing forward in the exhaustion of boats and cars, the sky is always gray, the water is always cold, and the fields never bloom. Destiny didn’t seem to plan to give me time to prepare, and came to this age inexplicably.

There seems to be a thick door in my heart. I often knock on the door, often speak, and answer questions and answers.

“anyone there?”

“Open the door!”

“Eat a raw person, I’m sorry!”

“Happy New Year.”

“…”

But no matter what, nobody paid attention. I think there should be a bizarre world inside, where the light is faint and the darkness is faint, and that person doesn’t know where to go, so I haven’t heard back for a long time, so the person who greets me is always silent. Even if you are getting better step by step, even if you are struggling to advance, even if you have walked a long distance, you still can’t be satisfied, and the surrounding area is dark and horrified.

Sometimes, I feel like I have fallen into the sea and may die at any time.

Then, I would think, would someone pull me in this way, would someone push me out again? Can it fly?

No, but it’s okay, no one…

I’ll just be that person.