The Taoist priest was pulling weeds in the flowerbed, and he must have been pulling those weeds;
After pulling for a while, the old Taoist felt a little tired, so he simply sat down in the flower bed, looking at the pedestrians walking back and forth outside the flower bed, and pursed his lips.
"Changed to a vegetarian diet?"
Zhou Ze's voice sounded from behind the old Taoist.
The old Taoist turned around, smiled at his boss, and patted himself on the side.
"Boss, sit down."
Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment.
Um,
Still didn't sit down.
Yes, even though he knew that the Taoist priest was sick, with a terminal illness that could not be cured by modern medicine, Boss Zhou still did not give in to him and still chose his own obsession with cleanliness.
Besides, he had just taken a shower and changed into new clothes.
The old Taoist reached into his pocket, took out a folded newspaper and spread it out on the ground.
Only then did Zhou Ze sit down.
"What are you thinking about?"
Boss Zhou is not very good at comforting people, and many examples have confirmed this. Boss Zhou himself is also self-aware.
so,
Zhou Ze didn't want this conversation to be oriented towards comfort and encouragement.
Just chat, just talk,
After reading the diagnosis,
Zhou Ze felt a little depressed.
“Thinking about my life.”
The old Taoist raised his head.
The sun is shining now.
He squinted his eyes.
He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being illuminated.
The same goes for Zhou Ze, he likes to bask in the sun.
Neither of them spoke.
Let's raise our heads together.
Look up to the sky,
Sunbathing.
About a quarter of an hour later,
Zhou Zecai said:
"This life is still very long."
"Boss, I'm already over seventy."
"It's okay, but you're a good person..."
Boss Zhou stopped talking.
seem,
Something is wrong.
The old Taoist rubbed his fingertips and said:
"In fact, I have lived a good life. In this life, I have been here, walked, seen, and encountered many things. I have survived all my life without any illness or disaster and have made it to the age of over seventy. I should be content."
Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, but this time, he didn’t share it with the Taoist priest.
Lighted a cigarette,
Zhou Ze said:
"I remember someone once said that if you get bit by a zombie, you will also become immortal."
"Hey, wouldn't that be a disaster..."
The Taoist priest also shut up.
In the brief exchange between the two,
They stabbed each other unintentionally.
"In fact, I have always felt that a good death is not as good as a miserable life. If you die, you will have nothing. If you live, at least you still have something to think about."
Zhou Ze pointed at himself as he spoke.
“Just like when we first started,
Eating and sleeping are both very painful things;
But I still choose to continue living.
I never thought about committing suicide to end it.
real,
I've been through a lot.
You will feel more and more
Living is the true meaning of everything. Sometimes, committing suicide is actually a very cruel thing to do. "
"Boss, the doctor said I only have three months left, maybe even shorter."
When Zhou Ze said "eat something good",
The old Taoist actually realized that his boss might know something.
Then,
When Zhou Ze came to talk to me,
The old Taoist can be sure.
The boss really knew.
"That's not accurate. I'm a doctor. I have more experience than you."
This is indeed not accurate. Many unfortunate cancer patients are already in the late stages of the disease when it is discovered, and the doctor directly announces a "death notice" to your relatives.
But there are always people who can continue to live. It is not surprising that they can continue to live for half a year, a year, two years, or even longer in a good mental state with the cooperation of treatment.
only,
Even Zhou Ze had to admit,
Such examples do exist, and they are often used as inspirational examples and a ray of hope.
But there are many unfortunate people who could not survive. It’s not that they don’t exist, nor are they small in number. It’s just that everyone deliberately chooses to ignore them.
Zhou Ze didn't want the old Taoist to die.
bookstore,
It is not a place of “birth, aging, sickness and death” in the normal sense.
In fact,
Counting and counting,
After all the calculations,
At least there were two normal people in the bookstore.
One is Lao Xu and the other is Lao Dao.
However, ever since Lao Xu had an ambiguous relationship with Poseidon,
I can't be considered an ordinary person in the strict sense.
Now,
The old Taoist is the only one left.
Just like the female students in the civil engineering class in college are often treated as treasures by the whole class.
As the only one left in the bookstore,
No one wants the Taoist priest to leave like this.
Taking a step back,
On the subject of illness and death,
Book House,
I don't feel the same powerlessness that outsiders feel when faced with such things.
If you were to die,
I want you to survive.
There are still many ways.
There's not much else in the bookstore, but a lot of zombies.
Furthermore, in an extreme situation like Deadpool's, if Black Girl could think of a way to plant the Taoist priest as well, the family would probably last for a long time.
From now on, the little monkey will have to run to the fields every day to help the Taoist priest apply fertilizer and catch insects.
If it really doesn't work, catch a demon with some Taoist skills, let Lao Xu do some work, and force a match between them. This way, the Taoist can force himself to survive.
Although it's not a perfect method,
But look at the grand occasion of the magical magnetic therapy hospital opened by Master Xu Qinglang in Tongcheng last time.
Under this premise,
If you know that it is effective and can prolong your life,
There will definitely be a lot of people who will go crazy about this.
at this point,
In fact, the old Taoist also knows that
Zhou Ze didn't know when the old Taoist realized that there was something wrong with his body.
But it should have been a while, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone to the hospital for a check-up.
But there was one thing Zhou Ze couldn't figure out.
Why did the Taoist priest hide his illness
"Boss."
The old Taoist licked his lips.
In the eyes,
It reveals a feeling of remembrance.
"You talk, I listen."
"Boss, actually, I always felt that I was afraid of death. I also want to live, and I want to live for a long, long time.
Live,
It’s really interesting.”
Zhou Ze reached out and touched his forehead.
have to,
There will definitely be a twist below.
“But when the time came, when I found out I had the disease and when the doctor told me the truth himself, I wasn’t as panicked as I thought I would be.
instead,
There is a feeling of relief.
I have lived for more than seventy years.
Tell the truth.
boss,
I have lived up to my full potential.
I have had good days, I have been hunted down, and I have seen too many strange things that ordinary people will never see in their lifetime.
Although, I have always felt that I am not qualified to write a memoir or something like that.
But really,
In this life,
Life may not be very exciting.
But at least it deserves one word: 'not at a loss'."
The old Taoist slowly stood up from the ground.
“It’s really not a loss, boss.
I also think it's time.
The only thing I can't let go of is a little monkey.
Hahaha,
to be honest,
Actually, I can't let you go, boss.
I also can't let go of my former boss.
real,
To put it in a heartfelt way,
you,
They are all good people.
No hypocrisy, no pretense, it's really enjoyable to follow you.
But you can live well without me, or even better.”
Zhou Ze moved his lips.
He wanted to say,
Without you,
What about the pharmacy next door
What should I do for a one-day trip to Tongcheng in the future
But these words, spoken aloud, are too depressing.
There was one thing that Zhou Ze had never figured out, and that was what would happen if the old Taoist died and refused his help, wanting to "return to dust".
So,
Where will his soul go
Will you be like ordinary people, go to hell, enter the underworld, survive, and then be reborn
still,
The complete end
Or,
Wearing purple gold on his head and stepping on blue clouds,
Tarzan in hell roars because of this
but,
The last one might be a bit far-fetched.
If the old Taoist really died,
You can start the "Return of the King" mode.
Let alone this possibility,
Just say that you can really treat Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the Ten Kings of Hell as people who just eat and do nothing
"Boss, actually, I've always felt that my life has been a bit tiring."
The old Taoist turned around.
Facing Zhou Ze who was sitting on the ground,
road:
“I have always felt guilty that I have let down a lot of people, so I have always wanted to do something to make up for it.
But the most inexplicable part is here.
I really didn't find it.
Who have I ever wronged... "
"Actually, don't think too much. The best thing to do is to live well. You can find a way."
Zhou Ze also stood up.
This sentence,
Not comfort,
Instead, he spoke with a somewhat overbearing tone of a boss.
The old Taoist's eyes spun around.
road:
"Actually, it's nothing, boss. I will go to the hospital and cooperate with the treatment. It's just cancer. The doctor said three months, but I really think I can live longer than three months."
"Don't worry, I'll bite you the night before you die."
“… …” old Taoist.
Zhou Ze grabbed the old Taoist by the collar.
Put your face close to the old Taoist:
"I really don't want to say anything hypocritical, but I won't let you die like this."
The old Taoist shrugged his shoulders. Seeing that Zhou Ze had no intention of letting go, the old Taoist could only say aggrievedly:
"Boss, wuwuwu, you are still nice to me, but I really don't want to become a zombie..."
"You have no choice."
"Boss, please don't do this. Life is just a game. It's meaningful only if it has a beginning and an end. If you can keep on living forever, the game will be meaningless."
"Old Taoist?"
"Um?"
"Tell me, have you been stimulated by anything recently?"
"No, Boss. I just haven't been sleeping well lately. I keep having dreams."
"oh?"
“I always dream about my father and grandfather, and it seems like there are also my great-grandfather and great-grandfather and so on. Many old men surround me, make me kneel in the middle, and scold me non-stop.
I dreamed about this every time I went to sleep. In the dream, they didn't even change their clothes. I was almost mentally exhausted.
I’m thinking now, when I die, it will be just right, so I can go down and curse at them.
These unscrupulous elders tied me up and stuffed my mouth with socks while scolding me in my dream!
What hatred or grudge is there? There is no throne in my family for me to inherit;
In the early years, my father was indeed a landlord, but it was not me who lost the land, it was the state that took it away, so how can they blame me?"
"What did they scold you for?"
"A wasteful thing..."