sinovels Chapter 74
Chapter 74
It was when Uncle Fu opened the letter that he realized that the binding between himself and Shideng had been broken.
His ability is pulling silk, a well-regulated ability, the only special point is that he can choose to be soul-bound with a person.
Originally, the bound person could not unbind unilaterally, otherwise he would definitely notice.
But the leader has always been so smart, he was not surprised at all to unbind him.
Of course, it may also be because he is old.
He is very old, from a young man in his 20s, to a very old man now.Sometimes looking in the mirror, he could feel the decay in his body.
There are also age spots on the back of the hands and cheeks.
As early as the previous few retracements, he could still help the leader in terms of combat power, but later his body was getting older, and the leader sometimes wouldn't let him do easy jobs.
That's fine too.
From youth, to middle age, to old age, he has always been with the leader, treating him like his own son.In this way, it can be regarded as a complete life, not to mention Xiaodeng and Brother Shi later.
When the leader was disobedient and tossing himself, he was angry, more helpless.
He felt sorry for this child, but also watched him lose his vitality bit by bit, lost himself in time regressing again and again, and suffered from an incurable disease.
Fate always loves to play tricks on people.
It seems that there is always a hand that makes everyone's ending go to where they should go.
The leader regrets every step of his life, so Brother Shi and Xiaodeng are the same, after all, they are the same person.
From the beginning of the letter with the meaning of farewell between the lines, he vaguely noticed that the leader seemed not to be coming back.
He is in this home and can't wait for his children to come home.
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The gray-haired old man hurried to the city of God Arc, and happened to see the little lamp being swallowed by the crack.
He still had the clothes for the child draped over his arms, in case he would catch cold at night.
It's no longer available.
Uncle Fu stood there for a while, and didn't choose to go up to ask the reason. In fact, he could probably guess that the letter the leader left him was cryptic, but it also revealed some information.
It's farewell.
Now that the little lamp is gone, he doesn't know where he should go.
Uncle Fu looked up at the boundless Yellow Spring, found a place that no one noticed, and walked towards the rushing river of blood with a rope.
He originally thought that he couldn't get in, but when he really stepped on both sides of Huangquan, his body suddenly lightened.
Uncle Fu looked at his hands and suddenly realized that he was translucent now.
He: [There is no chance for the living to enter the underworld, you have forced it, the body has disappeared, and you have died. ]
What Huang Quan didn't say was that even if he didn't force himself to enter here, his body would die and he wouldn't be able to live for a few days, so it wouldn't make much difference.
He remembered the old man, the one who always followed the young man.
Uncle Fu: "That's fine."
He: [Please enter the underworld to die. ]
Uncle Fu: "No."
He was silent for a moment: [You have no obsession in your heart. ]
Huang Quan's induction is generally not wrong. This human being has a clear heart and has no obsession with the world that cannot be let go.
The old man smiled, in the eyes of so many years, there was a sense of vicissitudes and thoroughness, "I am in the world, and I have no one to remember and care about."
"I heard that the time in Huangquan is disordered, and people from the two worlds exist forever. I want to spend a lot of time waiting for one person to go home."
He was speechless.
The old man's face became blurred, and his figure was covered with a black veil like a cloak. The memory in his mind was completely emptied, and he forgot why he was here, why he stayed, and what he was waiting for.
He reached out to pick off the reeds and weaved a straw hat.
As a result, there was another person from the two realms on both sides of Huangquan.
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Most of the time in Huangquan, except for the water flow and the wind, it is silent.
The people from the two realms knit the straw hat in their hands with all their heart, but the progress is very slow. Inexplicably, he wants to weave a straw hat that is different from other people.
Until one day, the water in the Yellow Spring began to flow backwards, and every time there was a reverse flow, a young man appeared on the Yellow Spring.
For the first time, the boy was only accompanied by a young man in a housekeeper's uniform.
From the second to the last time, three people followed him.
However, the boy's face didn't change much, but the housekeeper who followed him from the beginning changed from a youth to an old man.
People from both realms watched them silently.
Huangquan is disordered, and time is disordered. With this glance, he does not know how much time and space has passed.
After a long, long time, the straw hats of the people from the two worlds were knitted and then dismantled, and then dismantled and remade. Countless times, he was still not satisfied. Maybe he should also weave a flower?
But what flowers?
He doesn't know.
The people of the two worlds were silent, and earnest requests came from his ears:
"May I borrow your straw hat, please?"
"Hello, may I use your straw hat?"
"I want to meet someone."
"..."
The people from the two worlds stopped what they were doing, and he looked up——
It is the boy who often makes the underworld go against the current.
The boy's voice was already very hoarse. He seemed to have come from the other side of the river, and he didn't know how long he had been begging for.
People from both circles thought, does this person really need a straw hat?
He looked down at the straw hat that he had knitted more than half.On both sides of Huangquan, he is the only one with this kind of unfinished hat, which is considered special.
So he walked over and handed the straw hat to the boy.
The boy was very pleasantly surprised, his beautiful different pupils lit up all of a sudden.
People from both worlds felt slightly happy in their hearts.
He heard the boy ask, "For me?"
He nodded.
The boy asked again: "Do you know me?"
He shook his head.
It should be unknown, he doesn't even know the boy's name.
The young man seemed to remember that people from the two worlds had no memories of rebirth. He was a little tangled, and finally touched the hat on his head and stood up: "I'm going to meet a very important person, thank you for helping me, although I don't know you , but I will remember you."
He didn't know what to say, so he stood quietly, watching the boy jump into the underworld, to meet the very important person he said.
People from the two realms left their original places, found an open place, and looked out of the underworld.
Those guarding outside of Huangquan should be the friends and family members of that boy just now.
People from the two worlds saw a white-haired old man. The old man's eyes were full of distress and worry, as if he was waiting for the young man to return safely.
Wait?
The people from the two worlds were silent for a moment, thinking that he seemed to be waiting for someone to go home.
who's that person?
He doesn't remember.
The breeze blows over the reeds on both sides of the strait, and the quiet song of the two worlds blows over every person from the two worlds. They occasionally look up, and occasionally look from the underworld to the world.
All thoughts and concerns are hidden in this tune that has never been heard by the world.
The author says:
It is Tibetan (cang) and also Tibetan (zang)
I dedicated a chapter to Uncle Fu, who is waiting for a child who will never come home.