Zhang Sui was lying on the bed, looking at the carved top of the bed. The weather was getting colder and there were no mosquitoes anymore. The tents had been put away, revealing the top of the bed that was carved from a piece of fragrant wood. He could vaguely see the little figures carved on the top of the fragrant wood.
There are also various unknown animals.
Zhang Sui's heart moved. He sat up and snapped his fingers. A bright green light appeared on his fingertips. He used the light from the "Book of Wishful Desires" at his fingertips to carefully examine the carved patterns. They seemed to be narrating five magical stories.
story.
Directly east of the top of the bed, there is a group of little men in armor, led by a clearly larger man, who are hunting a fire-breathing beast. Most of these men are holding spears, and a few are holding single-edged swords.
Sword, the one who looked like the leader was holding a halberd that was more than half his height. There were outward lines around the body of the halberd. Zhang Sui felt that this should represent the halberd emitting light.
Looking at another scene directly to the west, it is a scene of a group of villains using long ropes to pull up what looks like a mountain. The mountain has collapsed halfway. There is also a strange man on the top of the mountain with two heads and four arms, his head raised and teeth exposed.
Their arms were holding strange-shaped weapons, with long flaming arrows stuck in their bodies, and their expressions were painful. In front of the group of villains, a large circle of villains was holding a long bow as high as a person and was shooting arrows. The strange man had
The Long Arrow seems to be his masterpiece.
The scene in the south is relatively simple, with a carving of waves in which two big fish chase each other head to tail, like a pattern called Tai Chi in my memory. The two fish are surrounded by four boats, and on each boat there is a man holding a pearl in his hand.
Judging from the gender of the little man, he is still female, with a graceful and graceful figure that is easy to distinguish. The light emitted by the pearl is like a fishing net, trapping two fish larger than the boat.
The scene carved in the north is rather strange. A big tree stretches across the sky, and little people are struggling to climb up. There is a glowing gate in the middle of the tree, and there seems to be a group of black shadows spreading outwards from the gate.
It seemed that something was trying to break free from the gate. At the top of the big tree were three strange eyes. They had no faces, but the three eyes exuded the light of compassion, looking at the little people climbing up one after another regardless of their own safety. "Why?
Will you feel compassion?" Zhang Sui himself felt very strange.
The scene in the middle of the top of the bed has the most characters. Zhang Sui counted thirty-six characters in total, both male and female, sitting around a high lotus platform. On the lotus platform sat a small person one size larger than the other.
There are three strange birds huddled together above the person's head, emitting light. The little people around him seem to be listening to what the people on the lotus platform are saying. They all sit on their knees and look very pious. "Is this a lecture?" Zhang Sui
Suddenly, a word came to his mind: "Preach!"
The two words "preach" were like thunder, exploding in Zhang Sui's head. In an instant, Zhang Sui felt that Zhang Sui's past experience in the strange world of his brain had turned into a complete moving picture scroll to show him.
When it comes out, in Zhang Sui’s words, it’s a complete life documentary!
That Zhang Sui came from an ordinary background, and his life experience was uneventful until he was twenty-eight years old. He had ordinary parents, went to an ordinary university, and studied library science, which is not popular. When others talk about this major, they think it is librarianship.
In fact, Zhang Sui finally became a librarian after many obstacles in finding a job after graduation. The third-tier city library in his hometown accepted him, and he became a librarian in the city library with a total of four people.
He became the deputy director, even though he didn't have a single soldier under his command.
The development of digital books has made physical libraries a very useless existence. If it were not for the existence of establishments and the support of the government, it would probably not exist long ago. Originally, Zhang Sui's life trajectory was likely to be a
After a few years of experience, have an ordinary relationship, and then find an opportunity to change positions and become a qualified screw in this society.
But when he was 28 years old, a physical examination at the work unit broke his originally uneventful life and suddenly entered the cold winter. "Initial symptoms of motor neuron disease" was a very unfamiliar term, but Zhang Sui saw
At the first glance, I understood what the disease was, and the four years spent in the library were not in vain: ALS! It was also the same disease that affected the great physicist in a wheelchair.
For Zhang Sui, the first feeling after seeing the result was not much different from being struck by lightning. Zhang Sui stayed in the room for three days without leaving the house. On the fourth day, he packed his luggage.
He once spent 8,000 yuan to buy a mountaineering bag but did not carry it on his back once. He bought all the items he thought he could use at an outdoor store and boarded the train to the southwest.
After getting in the car, he made a phone call to his immediate boss, the stinky chess curator who always made him play chess, and said that ridiculous saying that has been out of date for a long time: "The world is so big, I want to see it!"
"I received a very kind reply: "Go away and come back early to play chess!"
I called my parents who were still busy in their own small supermarket: "Take care of your health. I'll come back to see you when I'm done." The reply I received remained the same: "It's okay for two of you to come back, but one person can leave alone."
Come back and be an eyesore!”
Zhang Sui visited all the domestic scenic spots he could in five months. When the director and his parents felt that they could not contact him and were about to call the police, he appeared in his hometown city.
When his family and the curator saw him, he was lying on a hospital bed. Since the symptoms of ALS had seriously affected his mobility, he was called by enthusiastic citizens when he fell down while riding the subway and could not get up.
An ambulance was called.
Listening to the doctor's introduction to his condition, his parents and curator couldn't believe the fact that Zhang Sui, who was still alive and well a few months ago, would turn into a vegetative state in just a few months. His mother was crying so hard that she couldn't see clearly.
, my father’s originally gray hair turned white overnight. The curator also lamented the impermanence of life and repeatedly stated that he would not pursue his absence from work for half a year, and would report it to his superiors to get him some help.
Zhang Sui lay in the hospital bed for three days before he gradually regained consciousness. Zhang Sui was lying on the bed. Due to the muscle imbalance in his face and neck, it was already very difficult to speak. He tried hard to hold his mother's hand and said: "I'm sorry.
"Mom, I can't let you have a grandson..." My mother was even more heartbroken after hearing this. He rolled his eyes and looked at his father and said, "I can't fulfill my filial piety to you..." My father just said tightly.
She held his hand tightly, pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing.
When the curator saw this scene from the side, he could only sigh secretly. The curator said to Zhang Sui: "I have reported your situation to the superiors, and the superiors have decided to donate to you. I hope you can be strong. There is no obstacle that you cannot overcome."
After saying this, the curator suddenly swore: "Damn it, how could a serious person get such a bad thing!" After saying this, he saw three people from Zhang Sui's family looking at him, and the curator knew that he had said the wrong thing.
, quickly added: "No, I mean how can a good person suffer from such a problem." The expressions of the three people were even more wrong. The director realized that he had said the wrong thing again and quickly changed the topic: "Xiao Zhang, what are your requirements for the unit?
Just mention it, we will definitely not refuse if we can do it.”
Zhang Sui looked at the curator, with a smile on his face, and said: "At this time, I have thought about it and will not cause any more trouble to the unit. I only have a small personal request from you.
The curator perked up and said, "You tell me!" Zhang Sui smiled and said, "Can you lend me your treasure for a few days? I won't feel at ease until I finish it."
The treasure Zhang Sui mentioned was actually a book in the curator's own collection, called "Supplementary Sansui Pingyao Zhuan". The original book was called "Pingyao Zhuan" and was compiled by Luo Guanzhong and Feng Menglong in the Ming Dynasty based on folklore and popular stories in the market.
It is a full-length novel about gods and demons. Initially, there were only twenty chapters titled "Dongyuan Luo Guanzhong's Edition" during the Yuan and Ming Dynasties. After additions and adaptations by Feng Menglong, a popular writer in the late Ming Dynasty, it became a forty-chapter edition that has been popular since the late Ming Dynasty. In the hands of the curator
In fact, it is not too precious, but it is very complete and has more content than other versions on the market, but the amount is limited.
The "Supplementary Sansui Ping Yao Zhuan" in the hands of the curator was soaked in tung oil in order to prevent moths from being eaten by the predecessors when it was preserved. Although it is not afraid of moths, the paper has become extremely fragile. The curator has always regarded it as a treasure and is unwilling to show it to others.
, I once played chess with Zhang Sui and lost five games in a row, so I agreed to lend it to Zhang Sui to open his eyes. However, Zhang Sui accidentally broke a page of paper in half when he was halfway through it. The curator was heartbroken and took the book back.
, and no longer wanted to lend it to the rough Zhang Sui. Zhang Sui had always regretted that he had not read the second half of the book. After many requests to no avail, he had no choice but to give up.
Originally, Zhang Sui was just joking to ease the embarrassment of the curator. In his current situation, it is difficult to read the book even if he holds it in his hand. Most of his muscles are not in control, let alone turning the book.
It was difficult to even speak and move my eyes.
Unexpectedly, the curator patted his chest and agreed without hesitation, saying: "I will bring the book over when I come to see you tomorrow. You can read it as long as you want."
Early the next morning, the curator came to the hospital with a book wrapped in silk. After saying hello to Zhang Sui's father, he put the book on the bedside. Zhang Sui turned his head and looked at it with difficulty.
Book, said to the curator in a vague tone: "Thank you, curator, I have one less regret. I will ask my family to return it to you when I leave."
The curator waved his hand and said, "It's okay. You can watch it as long as you want. It's best if you don't have to give it back to me." The curator couldn't stay too long because he had something to do, so he said hello to Zhang Sui's father and left.
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Zhang Sui stayed in the hospital for about a week. His condition became more serious. The muscle imbalance even made it difficult for him to breathe. He had to be connected to a ventilator to maintain it. The doctor also said that his condition was progressing too fast and his family had to do some work.
Be mentally prepared. My mother sheds tears every day, and my father’s figure becomes even more stooped.
Zhang Sui's mind was extremely clear, but his body was completely unresponsive. He knew that without the help of a ventilator, he would leave this world in a short time.
He feels guilty for his parents, who worked hard to raise him. After he started working, his parents always urged him to get married and have children. He also found various excuses not to go home and face his parents. Now he sees his two elders sad and haggard.
He was heartbroken, and he understood that he had become a burden to them and the source of pain in their hearts.
He thought about giving up treatment and leaving, so as to free himself from this life-worse-than-death situation and free his parents. But he could no longer speak, and it became extremely difficult to even move his fingers. He could only lie on the bed and use
The ventilator helps to survive.
That night, the weather forecast came from the ward TV: "Affected by the tropical cyclone, our city will experience the heaviest rainfall this year. It will be accompanied by strong winds and thunder and lightning of about level 10. Citizens are asked to close their doors and windows.
Do a good job in protection, and those working outdoors need to remain observant and pay attention to personal safety..."
A bolt of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a roar of thunder from the sky, and an explosion above the head. Heavy rain poured down, and strong wind blew the curtains of the ward high. Zhang Sui's mother ran into the ward and put down her hands.
water bottle, ran forward and closed the window.
Some of the raindrops that had just blown in fell on Zhang Sui's face, which shocked him. He stared at the sky with lightning and thunder outside the window.
It wasn't until about ten o'clock in the evening that the thunder and lightning outside slowly subsided, but the heavy rain was still pouring from the sky. His mother, who had taken care of Zhang Sui for almost three days, had already fallen asleep on the accompanying bed next to him.
The ventilator was still running and made a few beeping sounds from time to time. Zhang Sui felt that he was in good spirits and not sleepy at all. He slowly turned his head and looked towards the window, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the machine on the bedside table.
That book has not been touched since the curator put it here. Zhang Sui must not be able to read it. His parents are not well educated, and it is written in traditional Chinese. It would be difficult to read it to him.
.So I kept it on the table and didn’t touch it.
Zhang Sui looked out the window quietly, listening to the sound of rain and recalling his life. It was really ordinary and uneventful. It seemed that he had left nothing to this world, and he had taken nothing away from this world. It was really true.
Live like a speck of dust.
"I'm a little unwilling!" Zhang Sui sighed secretly.
At this moment, there was another flash of lightning outside the window, and the whole room was illuminated. A thunder followed immediately, as if it was exploding above the head. The sound of car alarms came one after another outside the window, and the lights in the corridor of the ward flickered several times.
, then went out, and the emergency lights immediately came on again.
There's a power outage!
Zhang Sui's ventilator stopped working as soon as the power went out. Zhang Sui felt like a fish out of water, with his mouth open but unable to breathe. A feeling of suffocation came to his brain. His mother fell asleep and did not wake up.
Come, there was a bit of chaos outside the ward due to a power outage, and Zhang Sui couldn't even call for help.
Time passed slowly, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger. Zhang Sui's instinct for survival made him slowly struggle. With little movement, his hand slowly reached out and caught something on the table. It was the "Supplementary Sansui Ping".
On the edge of "The Legend of Demons", he stretched out his fingers and slowly pinched a corner of the book, but other parts of his body were still unable to move.
When his eyes went dark, he held the book firmly, but his hands no longer obeyed his command. On the edge of death, Zhang Sui suddenly felt relieved: That's it, free...
When her mother woke up the next day, she found that Zhang Sui, who had crushed "Supplementary Sansui Pingyao Zhuan" to the ground, had stopped breathing. She screamed in grief and fainted to the ground when the doctor rushed into the ward.