Chapter 1607 : Planning beyond 100 million years! (End)
"Am I going to be the same as it?"
He looked at Pangu, his eyes were so serious, so sincere, and there was even a hint of pleading. He knew that he was not qualified because his heart was riddled with holes, rotten, and dead. He was desperate. Dark, a light that is not worthy of having at all, not worthy of being called such a flower, blooming like this, full of vitality, but he still wants to call it it. This is the nature of living beings, yearning for beauty, and this is also He longed in his heart to become a representative of this beauty.
He begged, his eyes full of sadness and longing. Maybe he was not qualified, but he thought very much, why can people go on strong when they are so fragile? Not everyone has a strong heart, not everyone People can become more courageous with every setback. Even if they fail, they can stand up quickly. Sometimes, deception can give people confidence. White lies can sometimes be more inspiring than the cruel truth. It can lead people forward and influence the direction of history.
"You can do it."
Pangu's smile was so kind, and his words were like a magic spell, warming people and making them feel completely relaxed.
He smiled, happily, like a child, purely smiling.
This is the most beautiful thing in the world, an innocent smile.
"You can become it, everyone can become it, but in the end, very few become it. Everyone has the qualifications to become it, but the most important thing is whether you want to become it or not."
Pangu's voice continued to sound, causing him to fall silent.
"Beautiful things are always there, but how many people discover them? The big waves wash away the sand. Only by persisting until the end can you become the brightest star. When sand enters the shell of a clam, how much pain does the clam have to go through? , can turn gravel into bright pearls. It is an extremely difficult process, a painful process that outsiders can't imagine. In this process, some people give up, and some people fail because of lack of willpower. The only way is to persevere. Only the last person can achieve nirvana and be reborn, and achieve the most beautiful things. Can you do it?"
He remained silent, his expression constantly changing.
"Human wisdom is infinite, and the future it represents is also infinite. No matter what happens, the future is endless. Your own future does not depend on fate, but on yourself. This is yours, yours How you want to develop is your will, and the direction of your will is the direction of your future... Do you want to lie in this coffin, with infinite despair, gradually losing your vitality, slowly? It becomes dark, and eventually returns to the chaotic world, and sleeps forever, trying to escape from the facts, get rid of everything, or get up from it, walk down, bend down to weed and water the little flower, so that it trembles in the wind Let your life continue and let it bloom and grow. All this depends on you. Your future belongs to you, and your will will determine its direction."
Pangu is still talking, not caring about his silence, he is just telling, speaking out what is in his heart, everyone has his own future, no one can change it, how he goes is up to him, he is talking, he is just saying Guidance, how to choose depends on personal will.
He didn't react, and Pangu didn't force him. He just looked at him quietly. The smile on his lips was still so warm and soft, and his eyes were still so gentle, full of compassion.
"Everything is gone, gone, they are all dead, they are all dead, I am still alive, why am I still alive, without them, what is the meaning of my life, alone, lonely, like a walking corpse, in this endless world In this world, for infinite time, I am alone. What is the use of such a day without hope and light? What is the meaning of my returning to such a world."
He shook his head in pain and withdrew his gaze from the little flower. His eyes were full of sorrow and helplessness. The bloody moment deep in his mind made him despair and made his heart twitch and hurt. It was unspeakable, the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe. At that moment, he died, his heart died, his future died, and everything about him was finished.
Among the withered grass, the little flower that had just bloomed was gradually being eroded, and its vitality was slowly being stripped away. The smelly wind blew by, and the petals of the little flower fell off one by one. In a desperate world, there is no sunshine, no rain, and no hope for the little flowers to survive.
It is dying.
"There is no real despair in this world. Look, aren't they there?"
The compassion in Pangu's eyes became more and more intense. He looked at him who was holding his head and sobbing without any tears. His expression became gentler. He stretched out his hand and pointed at his chest and said this.
"What's this."
An unprecedented but familiar warmth rose up in his chest. He lowered his head and looked at the soft white light. In his heart, he stretched out his hands and hugged it tightly. He didn't know what it was, but he instinctively hugged something that could make him feel warm, forget pain, and forget everything else.
"This is your hope, your light, you are the future, it belongs to your soul."
Pangu said this, but his figure suddenly became illusory. His time was running out.
"Have you remembered?"
Pangu looked at him. Even though it was the last moment, his tone still did not change at all, and was still so gentle.
"I remembered."
His expression suddenly became extremely firm, and the look between his eyebrows was so dazzling.
"I am Chu Rui."
In one sentence, he announced his return.
Yes, I am Chu Rui, I am the man who is about to lead everything, I make the decision in this world.
The change in mood made the whole world begin to change. The blood-colored sky suddenly became brighter, with thousands of rays of light and rainbow light filling the sky. The withered yellow grass became green and full of vitality. The sky was originally full of death. The wind that harmonized with the smell also became softer, and the fragrance was fragrant. The flower with withered roots and flying petals burst out with infinite vitality again, blooming in full bloom. Next to it, one after another Flowers appeared one after another, dotted on the grassland like a green carpet, infinitely beautiful and fragrant.
This world is alive.
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