Heaven Gang Di Sha Ruyi Book

Zhang Sui was lying on the bed, looking at the top of the carved bed. The weather was getting colder and there were no more mosquitoes. The nets had been put away, revealing the whole carved bed top of fragrant wood. There are also various unknown animals.

Zhang Sui's heart moved, he sat up, snapped his fingers, and a bright green light appeared on his fingertips. With the light of "Ruyi Book" on his fingertips, he carefully looked at the carved patterns.It seems to be five magical stories told.

Directly east on the top of the bed is a group of villains in armor. Under the leadership of a circle of villains who are obviously bigger, they are rounding up a fire-breathing beast. Most of these villains are holding spears, and a few of them are holding single-edged spears. The sword, which looks like a leader, holds a halberd that is more than half his height in his hand. There are outward lines around the body of the halberd. Zhang Sui thinks that it should represent that the halberd is emitting light.

Looking at another scene in the west, it is a scene where a group of villains are pulling a mountain with a long rope. The mountain has collapsed halfway. They all hold strangely shaped weapons in their arms, with flaming long arrows sticking out of their bodies, and their expressions are painful. In front of the group of villains, a circle of villains is holding a longbow that is as tall as a person, and is shooting arrows. Long Arrow seems to be his masterpiece.

The scene in the south is relatively simple, carved with a wave. In the waves, two big fish chase each other head to tail, like a pattern called Tai Chi in memory. The two fish are surrounded by four boats, and each boat has a star holding a pearl. The villain, depending on the gender, is still a woman, with a sculpted and graceful body, which is easy to distinguish.The light emitted by the pearl was like a fishing net, trapping two fish larger than the boat.

The scene engraved on the north side is rather strange. A big tree crosses the sky, and little people are struggling to climb up. In the middle of the tree, there is a glowing gate. There seems to be a group of black shadows spreading out from the gate. It seems that something is trying to break free from the door.At the top of the big tree are three strange eyes, without a face, only the three eyes exude a light of compassion, looking at the little people who are climbing up desperately. "Why do you feel compassion?" Zhang Sui himself felt very strange.

The scene in the middle of the top of the bed has the most figures, Zhang Sui counted, there are 36 figures in total, male and female, sitting around a high lotus platform, and on the lotus platform sits a villain who is one size bigger, and the villain’s head There are three strange birds huddled together, exuding light.The villains around seemed to be listening to what the people on the lotus platform were talking about, and they knelt and sat around, looking very devout. "Is this giving a lecture?" Zhang Sui thought, and suddenly, a word popped up in his mind: "Preach!"

The word "preach" was like a thunder, exploding in Zhang Sui's head, Zhang Sui instantly felt that Zhang Sui's past experience in the strange world of his brain turned into a complete and moving picture scroll to show him Come out, in Zhang Sui's words, it is a complete life documentary!

That Zhang Sui was born in an ordinary family, his life experience was uneventful before the age of 28, he had ordinary parents, he went to an ordinary university, and he studied the unpopular library science, a major that people thought he was a librarian. In fact, Zhang Sui finally became a librarian after graduating and finding a job. He was accepted by the third-tier city library in his hometown. The curator, although he doesn't have a single soldier under his command.

The development of digital books has made the physical library a very weak existence. If there is no establishment and government support, it is estimated that it will not exist long ago.Originally, Zhang Sui's life trajectory was likely to be a few years of qualifications, an ordinary relationship, and then find an opportunity to change positions and become a qualified screw in this society.

But at the age of 28, a physical examination at the work unit broke his life without waves and brought him into a cold winter. It was clear at a glance what it was, and the four years in the library were not in vain: ALS!It's the same disease that the great physicist in a wheelchair suffered from.

For Zhang Sui, the first feeling when he saw the result was not much different from being struck by lightning.Zhang Sui stayed in the room for three days and did not go out. On the fourth day, he packed his luggage. He bought it for [-] oceans, but he did not carry the mountaineering bag that he had traveled once. I bought everything I thought I could use, and boarded a train to the Southwest.

After getting in the car, he called his immediate boss, the curator of the stinky chess basket who always played chess with him, and said that outdated sentence: "The world is so big, I want to see it! "I received a very kind reply: "Go away, come back to play chess early!"

I also called my parents who were still busy in my small supermarket: "Pay attention to your body, and I will come back to see you after I finish this work." The reply I received remained the same: "It's okay for two people to come back, but not for one person. Come back and get in the way!"

Zhang Sui visited all the domestic scenic spots he could visit in five months. When the curator and his parents felt that he could not be contacted and were about to call the police, he appeared in his hometown city.

When his family and curator saw him, he was lying on a hospital bed. The symptoms of frostbite had seriously affected his ability to move. When he fell down on the subway and couldn’t get up, he was called by enthusiastic citizens. An ambulance was called.

Listening to the doctor's introduction to his condition, his parents and curator couldn't believe that Zhang Sui, who had been alive and well a few months ago, would turn into a vegetative state in just a few months.The mother's crying eyes could not see clearly, and the father's gray hair turned white overnight.The curator also lamented the impermanence of life, and repeatedly stated that he would not pursue his absence from work for half a year, and would report to his superiors to get him some help.

Zhang Sui lay in the hospital bed for three days before gradually becoming fully awake.Zhang Sui was lying on the bed, and it was very difficult for him to speak due to his facial and neck muscle disorders.He tried his best to hold his mother's hand, and said in his mouth: "I'm sorry, Mom, I couldn't let you hold your grandson..." His mother was heartbroken after hearing this.He turned his eyes to look at his father, and said, "I can't be filial to you..." His father just held his hand tightly, his lips were tightly closed, and he didn't say a word.

When the curator saw this scene, he could only sigh secretly.The curator said to Zhang Sui: "I reported your situation with the higher-ups, and the higher-ups decided to donate money to you. I hope you can be strong. There is no obstacle that you can't get over." After saying this, the curator suddenly burst into a foul language: " How can a decent person get such a bad problem!" After speaking, the three members of Zhang Sui's family looked at him, and the curator knew that he had said something wrong, so he quickly added: "No, I mean how can a good person get it? This problem." The expressions of the three people were even more wrong, and the curator realized that he had said the wrong thing again, so he quickly changed the subject: "Xiao Zhang, what request do you have for the unit, just ask, we will definitely not refuse if we can do it."

Zhang Sui looked at the curator, with a smile on his face, and said: "At this time, I have already thought about it, and I will not cause trouble to the unit anymore. I just have a small personal request with you. The curator cheered up and said, "Say it!" Zhang Sui smiled and said, "Can you lend me your treasure for a few days? I don't feel at ease if I haven't read it."

The treasure Zhang Sui mentioned is actually a collection of books owned by the curator himself. It is called Supplement Sansui Pingyao Zhuan. A long novel about gods and demons.At the beginning of the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, there were only [-] chapters of "Dongyuan Luo Guanzhong's Compilation". After the addition and adaptation of Feng Menglong, a popular writer in the late Ming Dynasty, it became the [-] chapters that have been in use since the end of the Ming Dynasty.The one in the hands of the curator is actually not too precious, but it is well preserved and has more content than other versions on the market, but it is also limited.

In the hands of the curator, the "Zen Bu San Sui Ping Yao Zhuan" was soaked in tung oil to prevent moths from being eaten by predecessors. Although it is not afraid of moths, the paper has become extremely fragile. The curator has always regarded it as a treasure and is unwilling to show it to others. , I played chess with Zhang Sui and lost five times in a row, so I agreed to lend it to Zhang Sui to open his eyes, but when Zhang Sui saw half of it, he accidentally broke a page of paper into two halves, and the curator was very distressed, so he took the book back , I no longer want to lend to Zhang Sui, who is rough and rough.Zhang Sui also always regretted that he did not read the second half of the book. After repeated requests to no avail, he had no choice but to let it go.

Originally, Zhang Sui was only joking, to ease the curator's embarrassment. In his current situation, it is difficult to read the book even if he holds it in his hand, and most of his muscles can't be used, let alone turning the book.Difficulty even speaking and moving eyes.

Unexpectedly, the curator patted his chest and agreed without hesitation, and said: "When I come to see you tomorrow, I will bring the book. You can read it for as long as you want."

Early the next morning, the curator came to the hospital with the book wrapped in silk, and after greeting Zhang Sui's father who took care of him, he put the book on the bedside, and Zhang Sui turned his head to look at it with difficulty. Books, and said to the curator in a vague tone: "Thank you, curator, I have one less regret. When I leave, I will ask my family to return it to you."

The curator waved his hand and said, "It's okay. You can watch it for as long as you want. It would be best if you don't have to return it to me." .

Zhang Sui, who stayed in the hospital for about a week, became more serious. Muscle disorders even made it difficult for him to breathe. He had to be connected to a ventilator to maintain his condition. The doctor also said that his condition was developing too fast, and his family had to do Be mentally prepared.The mother washed her face with tears every day, and the father's figure became more rickety.

Zhang Sui's mind is extremely clear, but his body is completely out of control. He knows that without the help of the ventilator, he will leave this world in a short time.

He feels guilty towards his parents, who have worked so hard to raise him. After he started working, because his parents always urged him to get married and have children, he also found various excuses not to go home and face his parents.Seeing the sad and haggard appearance of the two elders now, his heart was pierced like a knife. He understood that he had become their burden and the source of pain in their hearts.

He thought about giving up the treatment and leaving just now, to free himself from this life-worse-death state, and to free his parents as well.But he could no longer speak, and even turning his fingers became extremely difficult, so he could only lie on the bed with the help of a ventilator to survive.

That night, the voice of the weather forecast came from the TV in the ward: "Affected by the tropical cyclone, our city will experience the heaviest rainfall this year, and it will be accompanied by strong winds and lightning of about magnitude ten. Citizens, please close your doors and windows. Do a good job of protection, and those who work outdoors need to keep observing and pay attention to personal safety..."

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a rumbling thunder from the sky, with a bang above the head, heavy rain poured down, and strong winds blew up the curtains of the ward. Zhang Sui's mother ran into the ward and put down her hands. water bottle, ran to close the window.

Some raindrops that had just blown in fell on Zhang Sui's face, shaking his spirits, and his eyes were fixed on the lightning and thunderous sky outside the window.

It wasn't until about ten o'clock in the evening that the thunder and lightning outside gradually subsided, but the heavy rain still poured down from the sky.The mother who had taken care of Zhang Sui for almost three days had already fallen asleep on the accompanying bed next to him.

The ventilator was still running, and there were beeps from time to time.Zhang Sui felt that he was in good spirits and didn't feel sleepy at all. He slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the window, and caught sight of the book on the bedside table out of the corner of his eye.Since the curator put the book here, it has not been touched. Zhang Sui must not be able to read it himself. The education level of his parents is not high, and it is all in traditional Chinese. It is very difficult to read to him.So I kept it on the table and didn't touch it.

Zhang Sui looked out of the window quietly, listening to the sound of the rain recalling his life, it was really flat and without waves, as if he left nothing for this world, and he took nothing away from this world.Really live like a speck of dust.

"It's a bit reconciled!" Zhang Sui sighed secretly.

At this moment, there was another flash of lightning outside the window, lighting up the whole room, and a thunderstorm followed, as if it exploded right above the head.The sound of car alarms came one after another outside the window, the lights in the aisle of the ward flickered a few times, then went out, and the emergency lights immediately turned on again.

power cut!

Zhang Sui's ventilator stopped working as soon as the power went out. Zhang Sui felt like a fish out of water, with his mouth open but unable to breathe air.A sense of suffocation came from the brain.His mother fell asleep and didn't wake up, and there was a lot of chaos outside the ward because of the power outage, and Zhang Sui couldn't even call for help.

Time passed slowly, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger. Zhang Sui began to struggle slowly with the instinct to survive. His movements were not big. His hand slowly stretched out, and he caught something on the table. He stretched out his fingers and slowly pinched a corner of the book, while other parts of his body were still unable to move.

When his eyes were black, he held on to the book, but his hand could no longer control him. On the verge of death, Zhang Sui suddenly felt relieved: that's it, freed. . . . . .

When my mother woke up the next day, she found that Zhang Sui, who had crushed "Supplementary Three Sui Pingyao Zhuan" to the ground, had already stopped breathing. With a cry of grief, she fainted to the ground when the doctor rushed into the ward.

Zhang Sui, die!