Long farewell

Kennith 2022-03-21 09:01:13

[The first act: the end of the hero, who dares to be worse than me? 】The

hero is short of breath, the beauty is late, the world's so-called two sorrows. But there is even worse, that is, the hero is short of breath and late, and people want to belch and have no money. Decades ago, you would say that this was the situation of Wolverine Logan in the second half of his life. People might reward you with a smile. Unexpectedly, the feng shui turns, and the nightmare will come true: Yesterday, the horrible and cold-aged hunk killed the Quartet to save the world. Today, the glorious laid-off and incognito full-time veteran driver robbed the single. His old man has really come this far.

Of course there is a reason for everything. Why was Logan so awesome back then? Not relying on three axes: immortality is immortal, King Kong is not bad, the upper wind sets fire, the lower wind kills, and it can’t hurt even the root hair like eating Laojun’s elixir; there are also organized X-Men guards on it, traveling at public expense, Public money for food and drink, actual reimbursement, and save the world by the way. That day, it was so beautiful.


It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the Family Planning Commission took care of the mutant genes. One person has a sudden change, the whole village has been ligated, and there has been no new blood for 25 years. The old bald-headed mutant "New Oriental" was originally a brisk business. Seeing that the X-Men brand was about to be listed on the Nasdaq, every employee will hold shares and become a billionaire in seconds. This time is good, the supply-side reform directly pinches you. As a last resort, he pulled down his old face and borrowed money from Magneto. I didn't expect that they couldn't open the pot for several years. They were wondering which day they would have a degaussing operation and go to the nursing home to take care of their lives. The mountains and rivers are exhausted! The old bald head couldn't bear this blow, and he simply rolled his eyes and couldn't afford Alzheimer's disease and couldn't take care of himself for a long time.
When the disease is terrible, the whole city goes into shock

The tree fell and scattered, and the backbone ran away all at once. I heard that the Storm Female Run TV station hosted the weather forecast, Laser Eye ran mines to engage in laser drilling, the Diamond Female Astrology Studio Tarot fortune-telling made a few small bucks, and Kuaiyin joined FedEx to become the vice president of North America... Only Wolverine had nowhere to stay. Over the years, pushing the old man to run around, drilling in the gutter and sleeping on the bridge hole. I haven’t eaten it before. It’s almost enough to be on the CCTV "Moving China" program. Maybe I can make a little improvement with a wave of my hand and pretend to donate 1 million. For a moment, it’s a pity that there is no such program in the United States.
The debt collector is here again, rush away

The old man did not pay enough for tax evasion and social security for the first half of his life, and now he has no reimbursement for the medicine. What to do? I didn’t want to wait for death, so I could only use the residual heat. Wolverine gritted his teeth and digs out the coffin. I bought a second-hand car for passenger transport. Like Xiangzi Luotuo, the uber registered name is "Luo Gen". It specializes in middle-aged and elderly women users. , I also found an albino patient as a babysitter for the old man, and the three of them did so.
Old driver take me

Luo Gen...

Seeing success or failure, life is heroic, just starting from scratch...

The old man kept talking about Don't look at Lao Tzu's miserable situation. One day I will make a comeback and I will buy a yacht and run around the world. "Luo Gen" just smiled: What are you always afraid of? I am old and declining, and the self-healing factor is gone. Yesterday, the two gangsters smashed the car or the bullet I blocked. The big scar on the butt is still not scabs, and the blood is flowing rushing. Who am I counting on? Who dares to be worse than me! Charles, have you taken the medicine today?

"Fuck off, Logan," Professor X said.

[Second Act: Saint and Xia: Two Realms]

The basic state of human society is scarcity and difference. Resources are scarce, and then there is contention; there is difference, and then there is injustice. Every husband is innocent and cherishes his guilt, and the woods show up in the woods and the wind will destroy them. The heaven and the earth give birth to people, and there are so many unkind things. Some people are treated as playthings, trampled and trampled just because of their outstanding talents, and then squeezed and abandoned; some people are regarded as evildoers just because of their talents, and then they are driven to extinction; some are born weak, It is like the ant mustard on the side of the road. Everyone can insult and trample. Many of the weak, disabled, and victims wail and cry, and there is no way to ask. If no one is the master of him, it is really oblivious and hateful, and the world will sink into the boundless darkness. According to the history, what you hear and hear is shocking. In addition to being insensitive and helping him to be an abuser, the benevolent have nothing more than two reactions to this.

The first is to focus on the human heart to govern the Tao, or to write a book, or to build a school, to promote the advantages and eliminate the disadvantages, to seek unity and peace, and to solve the problem from the macro level of ideology, system, culture, and society. Those who specialize in Tao can be called To be a "sage", one who is devoted to one's heart can be called a "sage."

The second is to start to hoe the strong and help the weak, draw a knife to help each other when the road is uneven. This kind of people don't have too many worries, no nonsense, can't bear to be wronged, and must be beaten out at a critical juncture, even if the blood is on the spot. They only pursue justice at this moment, and all meaning is only at this moment. They go straight and go, and they are extremely free and easy. Confucius' so-called "reporting grievances directly," Zen's so-called "present thoughts", what can really be achieved, are all indomitable figures. This is "Xia". A man who is an individual is called a "hero", if he is lucky enough to devote himself to justice, he can be called a "hero".

If Professor X is close to a "sage", then Wolverine is no different from a "knight." It can be said that "the iron fist is a dead end, and the steel claw kills all the injustices." His destiny is to fight. Toward the mob, to the careerist, to the same clan, to the renegade brother, and even to the former lover, King Kong glared and waved his steel claws. This is the charm of Wolverine, a tragic hero, an anti-hero hero, a hero who never grows old, and a hero who is more human-like. Now he has become a dead-end hero again, even if my way is lonely, even if the ammunition is exhausted, the hero is a hero after all. He faced the enemy, whether it was visible or invisible, and once again swung his steel claws.


[Final confession: immortality or freedom? A long farewell]

I, James Howlett, Logan, people call me Wolverine, or some other fucking thing, I should have died.

God teased me from the beginning. It gave me an immortal body, but it did not give my soul a moment of tranquility.

I have lived too long, I have seen enough of this world, I want to die, but I can't die.

I have had many enemies, they wanted to kill me, I killed them.
I have had many lovers, I want to protect them, I killed them.

I heard that many people are kneeling and begging God to grant them eternal life, just like me. Damn it, I really want to swap places with them.

For me, immortality is a long-distance race with no end. Tired, anxious, exhausted, and heartbroken, I can only keep running because I can't stop.

Eternal life is an eternal reincarnation for me. Every time I fight I will not hesitate to pounce on death. My life only exists in the present moment, countless presents. As expected, I survived. All wounds healed like Prometheus' liver, except for the scars inside. There are more and more of them, each one is deeper than the last one, my heart is about to shatter into powder, but it is still beating after all.

Immortality is an unbreakable curse for me. Everyone I love, everyone who loves me, has passed away from my life. Quietly, or vigorously, it's all the same. But I am not dead, my life seems to extend their life. Survival or destruction is a question. If I hold that dagger, I will stab it without hesitation. But I will wake up again, endless, I have no choice, I have no problem, I have no sleep.

I began to curse God, I am fed up with it, why can't I die? answer me!

"You will live by the sword, and you will serve your brother. When you are strong, you will get rid of his yoke from your neck."

I am waiting for this moment. Finally one day, my hair began to turn white, my eyes couldn't see clearly, my body was no longer intact, and my blood rusted the damn Edman alloy in my body. The time for prosperity has come, my weakness! I started to get tired of fighting, my friends died, I said goodbye to them, I said goodbye to Victor, I said goodbye to Jean, I said goodbye to Charles.


Even my enemies are dead, and I bid farewell to them, especially Stryker. However, I am still alive and lingering. Now, I have begun to bid farewell to eternal life. This is really a long farewell.

But I am free, free to die. I really should be grateful for that bottle of serum, the last vitality in my life, the last glory, I slaughtered the Quartet, for the last time.

I was pierced, by another "I", it feels so amazing, I don't regret it.

Laura, another "me". She buried me, and I also want to say goodbye to her. I can’t, sorry. By the way, I don't like the cross. I don't want it. Life is my cross. I have taken too many sins. I'm going to get it down. I'm going to come down and get it down.

An X is inserted in the head of my grave. It is my epitaph. What is X? Unknown. I like the unknown, just as I like death, I am free.

Unknown future, leave it to them, the seed is immortal, an ark.

Finally, I should also say goodbye to the audience: pull the curtain, Wolverine is over.

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Extended Reading
  • Naomie 2021-10-20 18:58:35

    The hero's twilightness is too cruel. Wolverine 3: Wolverine fights steel wolf. Uncle Wolf was buried in the soil not once or twice, definitely not dead, but healed slowly. I believed so firmly, so I didn't cry.

  • Chelsey 2022-03-26 09:01:02

    Think about it optimistically. Since other X-Men stories can exist in the form of comics in this film, maybe what happened in this film is just a movie in other storylines. The brain made up a non-existent end credit egg: the Phoenix girl, the team leader and others, who are movie enthusiasts, walked out of the theater, holding unfinished popcorn in their hands, and exchanged their thoughts while walking: "It seems that the third part is also Not always the worst."

Logan quotes

  • [Laura pulls out the envelope with the coordinates to Eden]

    Laura: Jonah, Gideon, Rebecca, Delilah, Rictor. North Dakota.

    Logan: What?

    Laura: North Dakota, por favor.

    [Logan tries to grab the envelope]

    Laura: No, por favor.

    [Logan grabs the envelope]

    Logan: This place, okay? Your nurse, she read too many stories, you understand? Too many stories!

    [Logan coughs as Laura pulls out an X-Men comic book]

    Logan: I've seen it! I've seen it, okay? This all here. None of this... No existo, okay? You understand me? This Eden does not exist. No!

    Laura: Si! Eden!

    Logan: No! It's a fantasy, kid. See that? Those are the names of the people who just made this...

    [coughs]

    Logan: They made this whole thing up. Okay? This whole... It happened once and they just turned it into a big fucking lie!

    [Laura argues with him in Spanish]

    Logan: That's all it is. No! Fuck!

    [Laura pulls out a map]

    Logan: I know, I understand.

    [Logan grabs the map]

    Logan: This is a long way. You understand? I'm not taking you to North Dakota.

    [pause]

    Logan: I am fucked up. And I cannot get you there. It is a two-day drive. And I am not taking you...

    [Laura punches him in the face and continues to yell at him in Spanish]

    Logan: Don't fucking hit me! Don't hit me!

    Laura: Jonah, Gideon, Rebecca, Delilah, Rictor.

    Logan: Stop saying those names. Right now. Stop saying those names. Stop it! Stop! Fuck it. Fine, fine. You wanna go? I'll take you there. See for yourself. Let's go to fucking fantasyland.

    [Logan starts the engine and drives off]

  • Will Munson: He's a friend of mine.

    Jackson: A friend with a big mouth.

    Logan: I hear that a lot.

    Jackson: Then you probably hear this, too.

    [cocks his gun]

    Logan: More than I'd like.

    Jackson: Than you know the drill. I'mma count to three... and you're gonna start walking away.

    Will Munson: I got rights to this water.

    Jackson: One.

    Will Munson: I have a lawyer now.

    Jackson: Two.

    [Logan snatches Jackson's shotgun and punches him in the face with it]

    Logan: Three.

    [Will aims his gun at Jackson and his henchmen, while Logan breaks Jackson's shotgun in half]

    Logan: You know the drill. Get the hell out of here.

    [they hesitate]

    Logan: GO!