Chapter 46 Epilogue Life returns to the world

There is no doubt that the return of life to the human world refers to the life that has left the human world, and the definition of life that has left the human world is only the word death.My life has left the world, that is to say, my life has died—to another world with the novel I am about to finish.From this world to another world, how long is the journey, I have no concept of distance, I only know that this is an accidental derailment of life, which cannot be resisted.When life returned to the world, the memories and nerves, thoughts and emotions of the adventure were forcibly retrieved by a mysterious force at the height of the limit of life and death. There is an invisible eye in it, which is very strange, maybe this is the creation of life.Not only that, when I face me again, I have a different kind of gratitude in my heart. This kind of gratitude embraces my cycle of life and death, and is nourished by my return to the human life. The source of its eruption, I think, must be the resurrection zone of life, and the target points to Ms. An Ran (Li Yunxiu), the editor in charge of this book, and myself.

The short death endowed me with a heart that will be treasured forever. When I revisit some chapters in this novel with the eyes of regeneration, especially some words and paragraphs that the editor personally changed, countless words and phrases will ring out in my memory. Regarding the destinies of the characters in the novel, the psychological description, the plot setting, the details, the tone of the dialogue between characters with different identities, etc., as well as the prevarication that I somewhat apologized for later, I think it is really too much to change. I can’t remember how many times I’ve edited it, but I feel this now, and I still don’t talk about it kindly, adding another layer of interpretation of the editor’s conscience and spirituality.A novel is born in the hands of a writer.Undoubtedly the work of a writer, but a writer is blessed if he is perfectly cared for by a detached editor before publication.

As for being grateful to myself, it sounds a bit pretentious, a little bit silly, and even more suspected of showing off, but I still want to thank myself, because the ending of the book was rewritten after I returned to the world, and my life is complete again, making this film The novel was similarly given a full chance.Now it is necessary to talk about the general process of my respite from the human world. On the morning of December 1, 2006, I set off from downtown Dongguan with brother Luyuan, Tianjin writer Wang Song, Zeng Xiaochun, Hu Haiyang, and driver Xiaolin from Dongguan City Federation of Literary and Art Circles to send the critic Mr. Radar to Shenzhen Baoan Airport.Later, on the returning Guangzhou-Shenzhen Expressway, I encountered a car accident and was rear-ended by a truck.Afterwards, I heard that our Buick official car weighing two and a half tons was thrown six or seven meters away, and the rear end of the car was hit.It was clearly covered on the sunken buttocks of the Buick.I, who was sitting alone in the back seat at that time, handed over my 45-year-old life to the god of death after a terrible loud noise.No one else was injured, luckily.I woke up in the 120 ambulance on the way to Shenzhen Songgang People's Hospital.I have no trauma.The mind is clear, the limbs can move, but the speech is difficult, and the words in the heart can't be turned into a sound when they reach the mouth.Later in the hospital, when I was able to speak smoothly, Wang Song, like a big boy, broke down in tears again. My friends in Dongguan, who shared weal and woe, were all surprised by the miracle of life I had created.

I am not dead, I am grateful to myself, because my life challenged death on the highway, and also soaked in the tears and love of my friends, so I will use the touch salvaged from death to complete an unforgettable experience for my life and friends It is a tribute to my love, and I have taken another irreversible step towards the literature I love! Yu Zhuo Written in Langfang Kangle Garden on Christmas Eve 2006