NCCnovel Chapter 106 Lost, what is the future?
Chapter 106 Lost, what is the future?
Zhao Shao ran all the way, and the hurried footsteps seemed to tell of his inner anxiety and uneasiness.
But when he ran out of the school gate, he fell into deep confusion like a lone goose that had lost its way.
“Where should I go from here?
Should I return to the Republic of China, a country full of suffering, or be powerless to save my father who might be facing an explosion?
Zhao Shao kept asking himself this question in his heart.
Before my eyes is a bustling street with heavy traffic and people coming and going.
On the streets, vehicles flowed continuously, making bursts of noisy roars;
Pedestrians are shoulder to shoulder, each busy with their own lives.
Zhao Shao stood there blankly, looking at the lively yet unfamiliar scene, his heart full of confusion.
"Do I really want to go back to the Republic of China, where people were hungry, cold, and everyone I knew left one after another?
But father...
How could I just ignore it?"
Zhao Shao was very conflicted.
He didn't know if he would ever return to the Republic of China era when people were hungry, cold, and warm, and everyone he knew was leaving one by one.
Those years filled with suffering and struggle were like heavy shackles that made it hard for him to breathe.
Or, like last time, he would embark on a journey back to his hometown to save his father who was about to die in the explosion.
That was the concern in his heart that he could not let go of.
In a daze, Zhao Shao walked slowly along the street, his steps heavy and hesitant.
His mind was constantly thinking about where to go next and what to do.
No one had any doubts about Zhao Shao walking alone on the street. After all, it was not strange to see a student on the street.
Zhao Shao was wearing a neat school uniform, which was the symbol of his youth and the bond between him and the world.
Zhao Shao thought of something:
Is this the real world, or an illusory world made up of one's own memories?
Otherwise, why would there be so many different objects and environments, and why would he have a familiar feeling about the words spoken by those characters?
This familiar feeling enveloped him like a fog, making it impossible for him to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
"If all this is an illusion, then what's the point of everything I do?
No, I want to find out.”
Zhao Shao pondered inwardly.
Zhao Shao thought of a solution:
If I don't bleed and don't feel pain, does it mean that all this is an illusion and everything I do is meaningless?
Following his own thoughts, he, wearing his school uniform, decisively went to the knife shop not far away as he remembered.
The manager of the knife shop was a hospitable man. Zhao Shao had heard of the manager's name from others. He was known as Master Duan.
Because he is good at knife-cutting, no one else on this street has run a shop as long as him.
Zhao Shao knew that if he went directly to buy a knife from Master Duan, it would be a failure at first glance.
So, before Master Duan went out to ask Zhao Shao what he was going to do, Zhao Shao had already taken the kitchen knife, closed his eyes, and cut his stomach without hesitation.
The people around screamed in terror, and the sharp sound cut through the quiet sky.
Some people tried to step forward to stop Zhao Shao from committing self-harm, their faces filled with shock and worry.
Hearing the screams of the people outside, Zhao Shao subconsciously opened his eyes. Apart from a black scratch, the scene of blood gushing out and staining his clothes red did not appear. His stomach was pitch black, bottomless darkness.
His eyes were empty and desperate, as if he had lost all hope in life.
“Sure enough, all this is an illusion.
Why was I so stupid last time that I couldn't even distinguish reality from fantasy?"
Zhao Shao said self-deprecatingly.
The endless darkness was like an abyss, swallowing up his hope and courage.
He laughed, and laughed so wildly, laughing at himself for being so stupid last time that he couldn't even distinguish between reality and illusion.
The laughter was full of self-mockery and helplessness, as if mocking one's own stupidity and ignorance.
Then he cried, crying sadly, crying because he got nothing last time and didn't even have a real chance to save his father.
The tears flowed out like a flood that broke through the dam and flowed down his cheeks.
All this seems incredible to others.
"Crazy, there are people here who are crazy, their stomachs are bleeding and they are crying and laughing at the same time."
……
People were talking about it, some thought he was a lunatic, while others speculated that he might have suffered a huge blow.
However, only a few people noticed the despair and confusion in his eyes.
One of the old men looked at Zhao Shao silently, feeling a surge of sympathy in his heart.
He walked forward, patted Zhao Shao's shoulder gently, and said:
“My child, I don’t know what happened to you. Sometimes, we can’t change reality, but we can choose how to face it.
No matter what happens, there is hope as long as we are alive.”
Zhao Shao raised his head, tears blurring his eyes.
He looked at the old man, then at the crowd around him, and suddenly felt a deep sense of loneliness and helplessness.
“Is there hope only when you are alive?
But now I don’t even know whether this is real or an illusion, how can I face it?”
Zhao Shao was thinking painfully in his heart.
He slowly stood up and dragged his tired body away from the scene, leaving behind a look of confusion and regret.
The lonely figure looked particularly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Zhao Shao dragged his heavy steps, still walking aimlessly.
The old man's words kept echoing in his mind: "Only when you are alive can you have hope."
But he felt that his world was dark and he could not see any ray of hope.
The hustle and bustle of the street seemed to be isolated from him, and he was immersed in his own pain and confusion.
He began to recall his days in the Republic of China, when he was hungry and cold, and watched people around him leave one by one. The helplessness and despair still make him feel scared.
Back in reality, he is faced with a world where he doesn't know what is true or false and an uncertain future.
"What on earth should I do?"
Zhao Shao muttered to himself.
He thought of his own father, the one who might be in danger of the explosion.
If all this is real, then he must save his father, but if this is just an illusory dream, what is the point of his efforts?
Before he knew it, Zhao Shao arrived at a park.
It is peaceful and beautiful here, with green trees and blooming flowers.
He found a bench and sat down, looking quietly into the distance.
A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of fresh air, which made him feel a little more relaxed.
"Perhaps I should look for some more clues to determine whether this is the real world or an illusory dream."
Zhao Shao thought to himself.
He decided to start looking from places he was familiar with, such as schools, libraries, etc.
Perhaps in those places, he can find the answers in his heart.
Zhao Shao stood up and walked towards the school.
Along the way, he carefully observed everything around him, trying to find something unusual.
When he arrived at the school gate, looking at the familiar school gate and the scenes on campus, a complex emotion surged in his heart.
He left school in the morning and returned at noon.
He walked into the campus and came to his classroom.
The classroom was empty, the desks and chairs were neatly arranged, and the teacher's writings from the previous class were still on the blackboard.
Zhao Shao sat in his seat, recalling the time he spent here.
“Everything here is so real, it doesn’t seem unreal.”
Zhao Shao muttered to himself.
He began to look for clues in the classroom, rummaging through his schoolbag and checking his textbooks, hoping to find some truth about the world.
However, apart from the familiar feeling, he did not find any useful clues.
Zhao Shao walked out of the classroom disappointedly and went to the library.
The library was very quiet, with only the sound of turning pages and light footsteps.
He walked through the bookshelves, looking for books that might be related to reality and fantasy.
Finally, he saw a sentence in a philosophy book:
“The line between reality and illusion is often blurred, and we need to feel and judge with our hearts.”
This sentence made Zhao Shao fall into deep thought.
He began to reflect on his own behavior and thoughts. Perhaps he had always been too obsessed with distinguishing between reality and illusion, and ignored his inner feelings.
He remembered the old man's words: there is hope only when you are alive.
No matter whether this world is real or illusory, he should face it bravely and pursue his hopes and dreams.
Zhao Shao decided not to dwell on the issues of reality and fantasy, but to focus on his goal - to save his father.
Zhao Shao's adventure continues. He doesn't know how many difficulties and dangers lie ahead, but he is no longer confused and helpless.
He knew that as long as he was alive, there was hope.
He will face all challenges bravely and fight for his beliefs and dreams.
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