"Will I be the same as it?"
He looked at Pangu. His eyes were so serious and sincere that there was even a hint of pleading in them. He knew that he was not qualified because his heart was already full of holes, rotten, and dead. He was in despair. He was dark and did not deserve to have light. He did not deserve to be called a flower that bloomed and was full of vitality. However, he still wanted to be called it. This was the nature of living beings. They yearned for beauty. This was also his heart's desire. He wanted to be the representative of this beauty.
He pleaded, his eyes full of sadness and longing! Perhaps he was not qualified, but he wanted very much. Humans were so fragile. How could they continue to walk on? Not everyone had a strong heart, and not everyone could become more courageous with every setback. Even if they failed, they could still stand up quickly. Sometimes, deceit could give people confidence. Sometimes, a white lie could inspire people more than the cruel truth. It could lead people to move forward and affect the direction of history.
"You can do it!"
Pangu's smile was so kind. His words were like a magic spell that made people feel warm and relaxed.
He smiled. He smiled happily like a child. It was a pure smile!
This was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was a pure smile!
"You can become it. Everyone can become it. However, only a few people can become it in the end. Everyone is qualified to become it. However, the most important thing is whether you want to become it or not. "
Pangu's voice continued to sound, making him fall silent.
"Beautiful things are always there. However, how many people can discover it? Only by persevering to the end can one become the brightest star. When the sand enters the clam's shell, how much pain must the clam go through to turn the sand into a bright pearl? It is an extremely difficult process. It is a painful process that outsiders can't imagine. During this process, some people give up. Some people fail because their willpower is not strong enough. Only those who persevere to the end can be reborn and achieve the most beautiful things. Can you do that? "
He was still silent. His expression was constantly changing.
"Human wisdom is infinite. What it represents, the future is also infinite. No matter what, the future was endless. Your own future did not depend on fate, but on yourself. This is yours. How you want to develop it is your own will. The direction of your will will be the direction of your future. You want to lie in this coffin, in this world that is filled with endless despair, gradually losing your life force, slowly turning dark, and finally returning to the world of Chaos. You want to sleep here, to escape reality, to escape from everything. Or should he climb up from inside, walk down, and bend down to weed and water the little flower, so that its life that was trembling in the wind could continue, and let it bloom and grow? Everything depends on you. Your future belongs to you, and your will will determine its direction. "
Pangu was still talking. He didn't care about his silence. He was just talking, speaking the words in his heart. Everyone had their own future, and no one could change it. The direction they chose was up to them. He was saying that he was only giving guidance. As for the final choice, it was still up to the individual's will.
He didn't respond, and Pan Gu didn't force him. He just looked at him quietly. The smile on his face was still so warm and gentle, and his eyes were still so gentle and full of compassion.
"Everything is gone. Everything is gone. They're all dead. They're all dead. I'm still alive. Why am I still alive? Without them, what's the point of me living? Alone, lonely, like a walking corpse. In this boundless world, in this infinite time, all alone, without hope and light, what's the point? What's the point of me returning to that kind of world? "
He painfully shook his head, retracting his gaze from the little flower. His eyes were full of sorrow and helplessness. That bloody moment in the depths of his mind made him despair. It made his heart twitch, and the pain was indescribable. It was so painful that he couldn't breathe. It was also at that moment that he died. His heart died, and his future died. Everything was over for him.
In the withered yellow grass, the little flower that had just bloomed was gradually eroding, and its life force was slowly being stripped away. The stinking wind blew, and the petals of the little flower fell one by one. In this world of despair, there was no sunlight or rain. There was no hope for the little flower to survive.
It was stepping into death!
"In this world, there is no real despair. Look, aren't they here? "
The sorrow in Pangu's eyes became more and more intense. He looked at him, who was holding his head and sobbing without a drop of tears, and his expression became more and more gentle. He reached out his hand, pointed at his chest, and said.
"What — is this?"
An unprecedented but familiar warmth rose in his chest. He lowered his head and looked at the soft white light in his heart. He reached out his hands and hugged it tightly. He didn't know what it was, but he instinctively hugged this thing that could make him feel warmth, forget pain, and forget everything.
"This is your hope, your light, you are the future, and it belongs to your soul!"
Pangu said, but his figure suddenly became illusory. He didn't have much time left.
"Do you remember?"
Pangu looked at him. Even at the last moment, his tone didn't change at all. It was still so gentle.
"I remember."
His expression suddenly became incomparably firm, and the look between his eyebrows was so dazzling.
"I am Chu Rui!"
This sentence announced his return.
Yes, I am Chu Rui, the man who is about to lead everything! I am the master of this world!
The change in his state of mind made the whole world begin to change. The blood-red sky suddenly became bright, with thousands of rays of light, and the sky was full of rainbows. The withered yellow grass became green, full of vitality. The wind in the air, which was full of the smell of death and stench, also became gentle and fragrant. The withered yellow stem and fluttering petals of the flower blossomed with boundless vitality once again. Beside it, one flower after another emerged one after another, adorning the grassland that was like a green carpet. Its beauty was boundless, and its fragrance assailed the nostrils.
This world was alive!
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