136 Helen's Life (30) Mouse Revolution

Tindarios had fallen down. He had no strength to close his mouth and could only let countless little birds fly into his mouth into his stomach. His hands were tied up by a ghost with a rope. Now he could only roll on the ground with his body, pressing his mouth against the grass. Despite this, many birds still flew into his mouth.

Tindarius rolled on the ground, rolling to a steep slope to wake him up from his dream. When he woke up from his dream, he realized that it was not a bird flying into his mouth, but a lot of little ants. It was because it had not rained for a long time. When Tindarius fell to the ground and fell asleep, the ants found that there was a moist gas on his mouth, so they called many companions to eat the fairy water.

What is going on? In my sleep, there are obviously many little birds flying into their mouths. Why are there many ants when they wake up? Tindarius thought to himself. It means that they are similar, they all go into their mouths, but the difference between the ants and the birds is too big. One is flying in the sky and the other is walking on the ground. Why does it get a piece of it?

What did I do? Why did I fall alone in this wilderness? Oh, it turns out that I am here to find Helen.

"Helen, Helen!..."

Tindarios shouted Helen in the changing places. He opened his hands and ran on the mountain road. A divine power blew the wind on his feet, making him run faster and faster, and began to fly.

"Helen, Helen!..."

Tindarius opened his hands and he was flying like a bird, sometimes flying above the dark clouds, which made him unable to see anything clearly below and sometimes he would pass through the dark clouds. At this time, he would see many trees and ditches below, as well as cattle and sheep and thatched houses in the countryside. Where would Helen be?

"Helen, Helen!..."

Suddenly he saw a sea below, and a ghost. When did he fly into the vast sea? He no longer remembers which side he flew into the sea. He suddenly found that the sea below was. Is there a place to rest in the sky? No. Flying down must be drowned by the sea, and the front, back, left and right must be endless.

"Helen, Helen!..."

Yesterday, the dog was just a waste of time. Will Helen be on the sea? Yes. Can she row? Yes. It’s better to save some effort to see if she can fly to the side, Tindarius thought.

This is true in real life. The more you can't see the edge, the more tired Tindarios feels. He is so tired that he can't fly anymore. Just like a helicopter, he can only lock himself in one place and cannot fly forward and backward, left and right.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the sea, I could no longer use the strength to ascend to the high.

"Helen, Helen!..."

Tindarios could no longer think of any solution, so he had to use his last breath to call on his relatives' names. Anyway, the last struggle to fly was purely unnecessary. With the loss to no hope, it would be better to use this last breath as a sustenance for his relatives' dreams, which can be regarded as a notice of the death of a family member.

Tindarius is also a little superstitious. He once heard Lida say that if a person is about to die in a foreign land, it is best to use his last effort to call out the names of his relatives. If he does this, he will send a dream to his relatives and tell his relatives where he has died.

It must be death, Tindarios thought in his heart that it is impossible to survive after this step.

(I don’t know if it’s the United States or the Soviet Union, there was a pilot who died in the air. Is there no fuel or a malfunction cannot be repaired immediately, and it’s only a matter of time before the crash. At this time, he opened the conversation with the video below. The first was his captain, the second was the national leader, and the second was the family. His wife held her son and was videotapping with her husband. Don’t mention the sadness, only the person involved can know it.)

At this time, our Tindarios was killed in the air, but he did not shed tears. Just like that pilot, he was still very steadily controlling his flight direction. Life can live for one second, but since he was in the process, what can he do?

Tindarios did not shed tears, which did not mean that he was not sad and sad about the death of his life, but that this pain had far exceeded the scope of his painful tears. In other words, it was far from enough to use tears on this pain. Since it was not enough, just don't shed it.

(We often see in real life, a woman with her husband or her son died, she is just sitting on the ground, dumb, mumu is silly, her face is bloodless, her eyes are straight, and there is no tear on her face. Who dares to say that this is called not sad?)

"Helen, Helen!..."

Tindarios had closed his eyes, and this was Helen's name that he shouted out in his last breath. He saw in a daze that the language he shouted was flying towards the distance, in his dream of flying towards Helen.

Why isn't it in Lida's dream? That's because the memory of Tindarius's last relative was Helen. It's like copying the computer with a mouse. You have copied 10,000 words in front of you, and you find that you have forgotten to copy a sub-title. When you copy the sub-title again, there is a sub-title in the mouse. You forgot to click out the ten thousand words you copied before. This is Tindarius' memory at this time.

(This is a lack of mouse. At this time, there must be computer experts who are trying to break through this broken point. If you say it is impossible, you are a fool. Of course, you can click and come out. Double-click to come out and leave the remaining ones in the mouse.)

When Tindarios saw clearly his shouts and flew into Helen's dream, his eyes were completely closed, and he thought in his heart that he had completed the task in his life.

Tindarios felt that he was sinking rapidly, but the air was sinking without any resistance. He felt that he had been sinking for a long time, why hadn't he been falling into the sea yet?

It turns out that this is not about dying, but it is so comfortable, as if I have returned to my mother's cradle when I was a child. The floating feeling is really indescribable. It turns out that death is still a very comfortable thing. It is a ghost, why do people cry loudly when they die at home? Could it be that they are too comfortable to live?

No wonder many people choose to die when they are desperate. It turns out that death is a kind of choice in life, which is more comfortable than living. Now I have been sinking in the air for a long time. This is definitely an underwater world. It is certain that I have been drowned by the sea water. The problem is that I don’t even know when I died. Why can’t I remember the process of drowning in the water at that time? It seems that I have never had any pain and died like this.

Have you sunk to the bottom of the sea now? If so, then you will feel like you are on the ground on your back, but now you feel like you are still lying in the air, soft and can't be soft anymore. This is death? Fuck, I know that death is such a good job, and I should have died long ago.

It's a ghost, where did my memory go? What were I doing before I died just now? Oh yes, I was looking for Helen. When I walked to a place without a road, I grew wings and thought that the water in front of me was a river, but it flew into the center of the sea. After exhausting my energy, I fell into the sea and died.

Maybe it's wrong. If I'm exhausted and died of falling into the sea, then do I still have my life thinking about these problems now? No. I'm afraid that people will still think about things after they die. Yes, does this need scientific basis? The problem is that people cannot be resurrected, and you are still thinking about your worries after they die. Who can you tell this proof? When you are resurrected, people will say you are talking nonsense because you are not dead, or you are not completely dead.

Qiannan, I'm not dead yet.

A sudden logical thinking and anti-logical thinking made Tindarios wake up from his sleep again. He sat up from the grass, no wonder he didn't feel anything on his back when he fell asleep. It turned out that he was sleeping on the soft grass.

"Helen, Helen!..."

Tindarius was walking along the mountain road again. Helen, her brothers, Lida and his master, where would they go? It’s a ghost, why did I think of Lida and his master, why weren’t Lida and Helen? Am I deliberately letting my thoughts tie Lida and his master together? This pair of dogs. Tindarius couldn’t help but curse in his heart when he thought of this.

"Helen, Helen!..."

Now Tindarios walks a little stumbles. Every time he walks by a small tree, he thinks: Dog, why aren't you an apple tree? You can just hold a pear, it's better than you're not asking for anything. Do you want to starve me to death in your wilderness?

"Helen, Helen!..."

Tindarios was so hungry that he could no longer walk. He chose a good grass and sat down. A tear came out of his eyes. It was a ghost, I fucked me, and I was not sad, so why did I cry? Maybe it was a ghost-turned little bird that pissed a drop of urine in my eyes?

The sky is the same. Why is it always not only not dark? If you want to see your fingers at night, you can simply reach out and see your fingers, otherwise it will be clear and clear. Don’t make me feel the same as this day, you will never die, be dizzy, and drowsy.

"Helen, Helen!..."

Tindarius began to drowsy while calling Helen. Tindarius was already asleep, but he still felt awake, but he was just a little too heavy.
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