Light Barrier

Chapter 271

Light rain.

A light drizzle.

Over the small barren mountain, raindrops were floating as finely as fluff, hanging down on the thick cloth of the umbrella. The ground where the water accumulated was dark as a mirror for a while, and the world on the ground lined with black clothes was reflected in the water pool.

This wilderness, which has been neglected since the planning of the old city, has never been so lively in decades.

Hundreds of people gathered here, from the foot of the mountain to the top.

The board of directors of Huazhi, the senior officials of Nanwan, the extraordinary people of the North and South Hall of Sincerity, the envoys of the three offices in Dadu District, relevant officials of the parliament, and people with certain status and status in Dadu District, all came here today.

Black cars parked at the foot of the mountain, looking from a distance like a dormant black dragon in the heavy rain.

Those who go up the mountain to worship are uniformly dressed in black formal clothes and look solemn.

Even though so many people gathered, this small barren mountain remained quiet.

Order is strict.

No one made a sound, no one spoke.

Opposite the crowd of people standing solemnly, there are two thin wooden monuments that will fall over if the wind blows.

One piece is engraved with: unknown person, Lu Cheng.

Another piece is engraved with: Zhao Xilai, a man with lofty ideals.

The inscription on this wooden tablet is Mr. Zhao's last insistence... For him, being able to be buried in this small barren mountain is regarded as fulfilling his last wish.

On this tombstone, apart from the name, no more introduction is needed.

In his life, he has experienced countless battles and bathed in countless blood. In the end, he erected more than just a posthumous monument... The banner of flowers is still there, so everything he has done is worth it.

Aspirations, ideals, pursuits, ambitions... everything he had was buried there.

This place is just a resting place after death.

Zhao Qi couldn't kneel down in front of the wooden monument. He refused to hold an umbrella. Before the funeral officially started, he came here and kept this posture for several hours... No one knew that the only son of the Zhao family was at this moment. What he was thinking about, he could only vaguely see the outline of Mr. Zhao's body faintly trembling in the rain, and his cheeks were covered with a mixture of rain and tears that could not be distinguished.

Chen San held an umbrella for his wife.

Lu Nanzhi wore a simple black coat with a black skirt underneath. Even though she was wearing a tulle hat, she could be seen through the veil. Her expression was a little haggard, and her eyes were slightly red.

...

It sounds quite like heaven... Gu Shen couldn't help but smile and said: "Looking at it from this point of view, Four Seasons Wilderness should be hell. Guys like Tie Wu should not be able to go to heaven. "

I tilted my head and thought for a long time.

Chu Ling said: "Then...what about me?"

"If one day I die...where will my soul go?"

Gu Shen did not expect that the girl would ask such a question.

"Am I going to die...and what does death feel like?"

It was Chu Ling's first time to participate in an earthly funeral. Even though he was only observing the funeral from Gu Shen's perspective through a spiritual link... he still felt a very strong sense of involvement.

As an AI that has absorbed countless knowledge.

She has the largest database in the world and the most rational logic. She knows the definition of death and the funeral customs in different regions, but she doesn't know... what death feels like.

At the beginning of the birth of all things, when there is a thought, it can be called "alive".

So... I can be considered "alive" now.

At the end of all things, when everything is extinguished, "death" is ushered in.

Zhao Xilai will die.

Of course he will die too.

When that day comes... what will it be like?

This seems to be a question that cannot be answered even after ten thousand years of calculation.

There are some flavors in this world that can only be appreciated by experiencing and tasting them personally.

"If that day comes... I hope I can go to a clean place, like the place where I was born." Chu Ling thought for a while, closed the page in front of his knees, gave up useless calculations and thinking, and chuckled softly Said: "Well... the word you said is very appropriate, pure land. I hope I can go to a pure land. It doesn't matter whether it is heaven or hell."

She was born at the bottom of the deep sea.

There was nothing there, empty and dark.

It may not be an exaggeration to say that it is hell... Endless loneliness and loneliness, isn't that the greatest torture?

If die.

Extinguished everything.

It's like closing your eyes and losing your mind... So going to a pure land of nothingness and returning to chaos again seems to be a good ending?