Chapter 927

When Lao Dao pulled grass in the flower garden, it must be those weeds;

after pulling for a while, Lao Dao felt a little tired, so he just sat in the flower garden and looked at the passers-by coming back and forth outside the flower garden, and pursed his lips.

"Vegetarian?"

Zhou Ze's voice rang from behind the old road.

Lao Dao turned around, smiled at his boss, reached out and took a picture beside him,

"boss, sit down."

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment, and still didn't sit.

Yes, even if we know that Lao Dao is ill now, we still have the incurable disease that modern medicine can't cure. But boss Zhou still hasn't let him go, or he chose his own cleaning habit.

Besides, he just took a bath and changed his clothes.

Lao Dao reached into his pocket, took out a folded newspaper and spread it on the floor.

Zhou Ze just sat down.

"What do you think?"

Boss Zhou is not very comforting. Many cases have proved this, and boss Zhou himself knows it.

So,

Zhou Ze didn't want the direction of this conversation to be the direction of comfort and encouragement,

just talk, just talk,

after reading the diagnosis book,

Zhou Ze felt a little depressed.

"Thinking about my life."

Lao Dao raised his head,

now the sun is just right,

he squinted,

seems to enjoy the feeling of being irradiated.

The same is true of Zhou Ze, who likes to bask in the sun.

Both of them stopped talking,

looked up together,

looked up at the sky,

basked in the sun.

After about a quarter of an hour,

Zhou Zecai said:

"this is a long life."

"Boss, I'm over seventy."

"Okay, but you're a good man..."

Boss Zhou stopped talking. It seems that there is something wrong with

.

The old Taoist rubbed his fingertips and said:

"in fact, I have lived through this life. In my life, I have come, passed, seen, met, and survived more than 70 times. I should be satisfied."

Zhou Ze drew out a cigarette. This time, he didn't give it to the Taoist priest.

After lighting the cigarette,

Zhou zedao:

"I remember that at the beginning, someone once said that if he was bitten by a zombie, he would become immortal."

"Hey, isn't that a disaster one..."

Lao Dao also shut up.

During the short-term communication,

inadvertently stabbed each other.

"In fact, I always think that it's better to live if I'm dead. If I die, I'll have nothing. To live, at least I have a thought."

Zhou Ze said, reaching out to himself,

"it's like at the beginning,

eating and sleeping are very painful things;

but I still choose to live,

never want to commit suicide in the past, to end,

really,

there are many experiences,

you will feel more and more that

being alive is the essence of everything, Sometimes, to commit suicide is a very awkward thing. "

"Boss, the doctor said, I only have three months left, maybe even shorter."

When Zhou Ze said "eat something good", the old way realized what his boss might know. Then, when Zhou Ze went out of his way to talk with him, the old way can be sure. The boss really knows.

"It's not allowed. I'm a doctor. I'm more experienced than you."

It's true that it's not allowed. Many unfortunate cancer patients, once found to be in advanced stage, the doctor announced the "death notice" directly to your relatives.

But it's not surprising that there are always people who can continue to live for half a year, one year, two years, or even longer in a good mental state.

However,

even Zhou Ze has to admit,

this kind of example does exist, does exist, and is often used as the Inspiration Model and the light of hope,

but many unfortunate people who can't survive the past, they don't exist, they are not small in number, they are just deliberately ignored.

Zhou Ze didn't want Lao Dao to die.

bookstores and

bookstores were not the normal places of "birth, old age and death".

In fact,

counting and counting,

counting and counting,

there were two normal people in the bookstore at the beginning,An old Xu is an old Tao,

but since he has had an indistinct relationship with the God of the sea,

is not a normal person in a strict sense,

now,

only the old Tao is left.

Just like the female students in the civil engineering class in the university are often regarded as treasure by the whole class,

as the only one remaining in the study,

no one wants the old way to go.

To say the least,

on the issue of illness and death,

the study,

is not as powerless as the outsiders when they face such things.

If you are going to die,

there are many ways to survive.

In the library, there are not many other things. There are many zombies.

Moreover, in the extreme situation of the dead waiter, let the black girl think of a way to plant the old way, and it's estimated that she can continue to grow old for a long time.

After that, the little monkey had to run to the ground everyday to fertilize the old way and catch insects.

I really can't. I'll catch a demon who is a bit of a Taoist. I'll let Lao Xu do it and force him to live by this way.

Although it's not a perfect method,

but look at the grand occasion of master Xu Qinglang's magnetic therapy magic hospital in Tongcheng last time,

under this premise,

if you know that it can effectively extend your life span,

there will definitely be many people crazy about it.

At this point,

in fact, Lao Dao is also clear,

Zhou Ze does not know when Lao Dao is aware of his own physical problems,

but it should have been a while, otherwise Lao Dao will not go to the hospital specially for examination.

But Zhou Ze couldn't figure it out at all?

"Boss."

The old man licked his lips and

in his eyes,

revealed a yearning feeling.

"You say, I listen."

"Boss, actually, I used to think I was afraid of death. I want to live for a long time.

It's really interesting to be alive. "

Zhou Ze reached out his hand and touched his forehead,

we can see that there must be a turning point under

.

"But when it came to my deathbed, when I found out that I had this disease, when the doctor told me about it personally, I didn't panic as I thought before.

On the contrary,

has a sense of relief.

I've lived more than 70 years. To be honest, boss, I've lived long enough.

I've lived a good life and been hunted down. I've seen too many strange things that ordinary people can't see in their ten lives.

Although I have always felt that I am not qualified to write a memoir or anything,

but really,

in my life,

it may not be a wonderful life,

but at least I can afford one word - "no loss."

Lao Dao slowly stood up from the ground,

"it's not a loss, boss.

I also think it's time.

The only one that can't be put down is a little monkey.

Ha ha ha ha,

to be honest,

actually, I can't let you go, boss.

I can't let go of my former boss,

really,

in a word,

you,

are all good people.

No hypocrisy, no affectation, follow you, very enjoyable.

But without me, you can live well, or even better. "

Zhou Ze moved his lips,

he would like to say,

without you,

What about the next drugstore?

What about a day tour through the city?

But these words, say, too evil scenery.

There is one thing that Zhou Ze hasn't been able to think about. That is, if the Taoist priest dies and refuses his help, he wants to "return the dust to the earth".

So,

Where will his soul go?

Will be the same as ordinary people, go to hell, go to the spring, what do you do, and then go to life?

Or,

a complete end?

Or,

wearing purple gold and stepping on blue clouds,

Mount Tai in hell roars?

However,

the last one may be a bit of a drag,

if the old man is really dead,

can start the "return of the king" mode,Not to mention the possibility,

can you really treat the bodhisattvas and the ten hall yamas as dry food?

"Boss, in fact, I've always felt a little tired in my life."

Lao Dao turned around and faced Zhou Ze sitting on the ground,

said:

"I've always felt sorry for many people and failed many people, so I've always wanted to do something to make up for it.

But the most inexplicable place is here,

I really didn't find it or didn't find it,

who am I sorry for... "

"In fact, don't think so much. It's the best way to live and find a way."

Zhou Ze stood up, too.

in this sentence,

is not comfort,

is a bit of domineering tone belonging to the boss.

In fact, it's nothing. Boss, I'll go to the hospital to cooperate with the treatment. It's cancer. The doctor said three months, but I really think I can live for more than three months

"Don't worry, I will bite you the night before you die."

“…………” Lao Dao.

Zhou Zeyi grabbed Lao Dao's collar and approached her face: "I don't want to say more, but I won't let you die."

The old Taoist shrugged and saw that Zhou Ze didn't let go. The old Taoist can only appoint Qu Baba to say:

"boss, wuwuwu, you'd better be nice to me, but I really don't want to become a zombie..."

"You have no choice."

"Boss, don't, don't be like this. Life is a game. It's only a little busy from the beginning to the end. It's not fun to play the game of life continuation."

"Lao Dao?"

"Well?"

"Tell me, have you been stimulated recently?"

"No, boss, I haven't had a good sleep recently. I always dream."

"Oh?"

"I always dream about my father and my grandfather. It seems that there are many old people around me, asking me to kneel in the middle and constantly scold me.

Dream as soon as you go to sleep, it's the dream as soon as you do it. They didn't even change their clothes in the dream, and I was almost mentally weakened.

I think now, when I'm dead, just in time, I can go down and scold them.

When they scold me in their dreams, they tie me up and block my mouth with socks!

What's the hatred and resentment? My family has no throne for me to inherit;

in the early years, my father was indeed a landlord, but the land was not defeated by me. It was taken away by the state. Can they scold me? "

"What are they calling you?"

"The black sheep..."