The red panda disappeared. From beginning to end, the old painter could not hear the conversation between it and Xiao Huan.
But after the other party disappeared, the old painter thoughtfully picked up his pen and started painting.
Wen Rensheng looked carefully and saw that he also had master-level painting skills.
I saw that the name of the painting was "Lord Kelulu in Dongshui".
In the painting, there is a panda gnawing on a pile of bamboo, and there is also a mist, with the outline of a person faintly visible in the mist.
This man's inspiration was high enough that he actually felt himself.
Of course, this is not because he is too weak, but because Xiao Huan has too close a connection with him.
Only there is no illusion on it.
Wen Rensheng didn't know what the meaning of this painting was.
He only knew that the old painter later used it with a rich man and exchanged it for ten thousand.
The rich man was very happy. The only question was, "Where is Lord Kelulu?"
"Master Ke Lulu is in Dongshui." The old painter said meaningfully.
Wen Rensheng understood this sentence,&bsp&bspThe old painter was saying that Ke Lulu was not in the same space as them.
Yet they could sense Him and influence Him slightly.
This gave him some inspiration.
He returned to the streets.
There are still people coming and going on the streets, but people have one more thing to talk about.
"I heard that someone brought a cute talking pet from McCann and sold it for tens of thousands."
"I heard that. I also heard that that cute pet was a certain divine messenger, and he changed hands and gave it to the buyer as a mutant!"
"It's a pity. If I had known earlier, I should have sold all my houses earlier."
"Who would have thought that although McCann is dead, his wealth will be even greater."
"Do you think we should organize a team to explore there?"
"I'm not going, can't I live a good life here?"
"We can live a good life here, but we will grow old." A middle-aged man sighed.
Another man who looked like a colleague followed and said, "That's right. People are sent to the crematorium every day. Every morning when I wake up, I find a few more gray hairs."
"You two, are you worried about growing old?" At this time,&bsp&bspan old lady stopped the two of them,&bsp&bsp"Please allow me to introduce to you,&bsp&bspOur kind and tolerant,&bsp&bspHeavenly Mother is as vast as the sea.
, Ke Lulu.”
As she spoke, the old lady took out two octopus head statues.
The two middle-aged men wanted to turn around and leave, but their eyes looked like they couldn't pull it out, so they became addicted and followed the old lady.
Wen Rensheng shook his head when he saw this. Xiao Huan was just an old painter in front of him. It could be said that he met him by chance in a dream, and now he has started to promote it on the ground.
However, the words of the two middle-aged men touched him.
Even if chaos is omniscient, even if it is a high-dimensional existence, it must be afraid of death.
Death is the origin and core of all contradictions.
It can be said that all civilizations developed by human beings are designed to ultimately resolve the ultimate contradiction of death.
Food, clothing, housing, transportation, military industry, medical care, literature and art, fantasy logic, all serve this contradiction.
Everyone clearly knows that certain things are fake and nihilistic, and there are no examples to verify them. However, like the two middle-aged men, they still believe in them one after another, investing their hard-earned wealth, future time, and precious
Life is thrown into meaningless burning.
Are those two people stupid?
Is it because their quality is not high enough?
Wen Rensheng knew this city well, and he could see the information about the two people just now at a glance.
One has a master's degree and the other has a bachelor's degree and has fifteen years of work experience.
No, they just want to escape the fear of death for a short time.
The closer to the end of life, the more people fear death.
Thinking of this, Wen Rensheng came to a hospital.
Because of Yuanli's medical technology, there are no terminally ill patients here, but there are some elderly people who have reached the end of their lifespan and can only receive hospice care.
In each ward, the old people chattered, some were talking to their children, and some were talking to themselves.
"When I die, I want to bury my car. It's the work I've been working on for three years." On a certain hospital bed, a bald old man was instructing his son.
"I know, Dad." A man said patiently.
Wen Rensheng paid close attention and called up the mind-reading skill he had learned before, and heard the man's voice at this time: "Old man, I have sold your car."
When the time comes, I will bury for you the blue toy car your grandson played with when he was a child.
Everyone says that you should take good care of yourself while you are alive. I have done that. Why should I waste such a precious car after I die?
Someone paid tens of thousands of dollars to buy it.
Wen Rensheng skipped this ward and came to another one.
It was very deserted here. An old lady was sitting in front of the window, staring blankly at the setting sun.
Countless complex thoughts were swirling in her mind
Destroy it, destroy it all.
I'm going to die alone, why do these things still exist?
No, you can't be such a vicious person.
Even if I die, I will be the only one to die. The world will not forgive me. It is because I have lived too long, more than a hundred years old. My wife is dead and my son is also dead.
My son Dink will never be able to say anything or scold him for the rest of his life.
It would be comfortable for a lifetime, but after a person dies, what is the use of passing on the family line or passing on the name?
He could still see the outcome of his son's generation, but the old man did not.
Can you take care of one generation or two, but can you also take care of what happens after you close your eyes?
Go to sleep and think of it as returning to your mother's arms and returning to the state before birth.
The old lady slowly closed her eyes.
Of course, she didn't die.
She just really fell asleep.
Of course she didn't know that in this world, neither she nor her past would die, they would just exist quietly in a hard drive and wait for one day to wake up.
Wen Rensheng stared at the old lady, and many thoughts came to his mind.
He left here and went to the next ward.
This ward was unexpectedly lively.
"If my sister dies, you must attend her funeral." A woman who looked very young said to a group of children, big and small, with a smile.
Those children had their mouths full of all kinds of snacks.
"Of course, we will definitely come to participate. We will also call our classmates when the time comes." said an older child.
"Well, well, I will also call you from our class." Another child rushed to say.
"Okay, you are all good children. In this case, your sister will not feel scared when she leaves." The young woman smiled.
Wen Rensheng used his mind-reading skills again and looked at the other party.
Alas, I didn’t expect that my life would end so quickly, and I really regret it.
The monster said that his appearance could be preserved, but his lifespan would be shortened by twenty years.
The young woman thought to herself.
I hope that like the monster said, after death I just sleep for a long time and then wake up in chaos.
It should be like this, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Before I was born, didn’t I know nothing?
I didn't start remembering things until I was four years old.
Just fall asleep again.
Wen Rensheng nodded. This woman was very open-minded and very open-minded.
Leaving like this means leaving happily and contentedly.