[Xin Wei] The old man never dies

Chapter 6

six,

Alves handed the book in his hand to the visiting envoy.He recognized that this robed figure was not the one who used to come often.

He suddenly wanted to say something: "Speaking of which, how many years have I lived here?"

The messenger of the capital looked at him curiously: "It's been about three years? What's wrong?"

Alves closed his eyes: "No, nothing."

Even as he tried to retain his memory, counting the days of Singold's visits, time kept slipping away.He always forgets faster than he remembers.In order to change this situation, Alves developed the habit of keeping a diary.The daily life is boring, so he tries to write about the past.

When he was young, three years was enough to bring about earth-shaking changes in the world, but now, Alves felt that, whether it was three years or ten years, nothing had changed.Time may be an illusion to different people.

"However, why do you suddenly want to write?" The envoy looked at the things in his hand.What he brought and took with him were all kinds of words.

"Just pass some time. My lessons may also help Celis. By the way..." Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Alves hesitated and said. "These words have historical value, please be careful on the road."

"Okay, thanks for taking care of me." The other party simply agreed, and galloped away.Alves leaned against the door, looking at the back of this stranger... The people he has known over the years can be counted with one finger.

It was only an hour from here to the village, and he could visit that little village if he wished.In fact, as long as he does not leave Verdan's range, almost no one cares about the movements of the former emperor.However, without the convenient means of transportation, with his physical strength, he can't go that far now.In fact, that secluded village, like himself, has not changed much over the years.

He went back to his room, relaxed a little, and started to organize his books and luggage, and made a mark on the calendar.A strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart... Singold should come tonight.This is the date we agreed on last time...wait...is it really this date?Why does something seem wrong...was the full moon yesterday or the day before yesterday?

Alves stared at the calendar, still unable to remember which day it is today.I can't remember yesterday and the day before yesterday either.

When Singold came, Alves was lying on a chair, staring blankly into the distance.He looked tired, and for some reason the cat didn't cling to him and hid under the bed.Such an atmosphere seemed somewhat strange. He got closer and saw the heavy shadows under Alves' eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" he asked cautiously.

"We may be wrong." Alves' voice sounded like a dead person.

"What's wrong?"

"I misremembered the time, it was two days earlier. I was sitting here waiting for you the day before yesterday, but you didn't come."

"Ah... I thought it was something... it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

Singold knew immediately that he had made a mistake.Alves looked at him in disbelief as if he had been punched.

"It's no big deal..." he said softly. "For you it was only yesterday that we last met, but for me, I have to keep remembering the date after that. Other times I just wait for that date in vain, and I even feel that I am Live for those dates."

"But, I... I can't help..."

"I know, that's why I say we're all wrong. Our times aren't equal..."

When Singold opened his eyes, they were terribly watery.He blinked hard, and finally saw the room where he was lying.

Alves finally changed his mind before dawn and told him the next date again.But this time the time was directly postponed by him to half a year later... Needless to say what this means.Singold calculated his remaining time, and suddenly felt that the future was bleak.

Alves may put the time back and forth until his lifespan runs out.The age gap between them will become wider and wider.A few months for him, but decades of suffering for him.Singold had never waited for anyone, and he always regarded waiting and separation as easy things.He forgot that Alves was the only one left in that world, and even the reason to live was given to him by himself.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt tightness in his chest, turned over and sat up, and walked outside.

He greeted the owner of the house where he was staying, and led the horse into the forest.This is the area around Marfa City, and the forest of Verdan is to the northwest.He went straight along the road to the prophesied place.

If it was another time, he might still be able to bear not to peek at fate, but today he can no longer sit still.Singold rode his horse into the forest, where the sun was blocked by the shady trees.The horseshoes made a rustling sound on the grass.He felt like something was peeping at him in the forest.

The old man in Marfa City knows the location of the witch.He walked in the direction the old man said, and it didn't take long before he found the path that only one person could pass.

After walking for about an hour, he heard someone talking.

Singold jumped off his horse and looked at the place where the sound came from through the leaves.He saw a young girl standing by the lake, her silver hair hanging down her back.There is a deer next to her, next to her body, as if it really understands her language.

Singold's heart beat involuntarily.He held his breath, waiting for the moment when she turned around.

Not long after, the exchange between the girl and the deer ended, she brushed her long hair casually, and glanced into the depths of the forest... Singold saw her face clearly... He had never seen such a beautiful woman people...

He waited for a while, but nothing happened.

He is not in love with her.

He seems to have messed things up again.

Perhaps that was all right, Singold thought all the way back.However, he'd better not tell Alves about it.

They were just as usual, together by the fire, reminiscing about the past, Alves telling him what had happened these days.They occasionally walk in the forest, but the forest at night is not suitable for walking, so the two of them will not go very far.Sometimes Alves read to him the books at hand, and the fire reflected his side face. The content of those books was actually not very important, what was important was that they spent the day together.He couldn't help but sink deeper and deeper.

When he entered the future again, there was snow floating in front of Alves' window, and he was wrapped in a blanket.Singold saw him sleeping while waiting for him for the first time, and looked carefully, his temples were already a little silvery... Aging was mercilessly taking away his energy.Will he one day be as gray-haired as his father?Singold was afraid of waking him up, so he sat quietly beside him.

After waiting for an hour, Alves moved his body slightly, and the blanket fell to the ground.Singold subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but his body was in front of the opponent... Alves opened his eyes wide, as if he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Singold." He heard his own name.

"I..." He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Alves went to pick up the blanket by himself, and put it on his lap: "Sorry...I fell asleep without realizing it while waiting for you. I can be considered an old man now."

"actually……"

"What's the matter, you look like you're about to cry."

"I seem to understand what you mean by that sentence."

Unexpectedly, Alves asked, "Which sentence do you mean?"

"You said we were all wrong... maybe the whole thing was a mistake. You must understand, because you think about it a lot more than I do."

"Yes, I understand a lot of things. But my dear, I don't think you may be able to understand me to that depth, and thinking of that level just adds to my troubles."

Singold remembered that every time he went to Alves with many questions, he only made more and more questions in the end.He thought about whether Alves was teasing himself, but in fact he was honest every time.Most of the questions don't lead to answers, they just lead to more questions.

"Also, I have something to tell you. Finally, there are some results in the capital."

"What result?"

"About your ability. It seems to be memory confusion caused by a magical power. In other words... your power is related to memory."

"I can't understand even more."

"...In short, as long as you use magic to erase your memory, your ability will disappear. And that magic is so simple that even I can learn it. So, as long as you are willing...today is the last time we meet."

Alves finished speaking, staring at him quietly.I don't know if the meeting these years has exhausted his feelings, when he said these things, he didn't lose control at all.

"I don't want to." Singold quickly gave the answer.As usual, he didn't understand his choice. "Stop talking... I'll still come to you."

"Then...you can do whatever you want." Alves leaned back as if he didn't want to argue.

"It seems to be cold today." Singold changed the subject. "When did it start snowing?"

"It just started during the day. If no one comes, my door will probably be blocked by snow."

They chatted about snow for a while.The weather in Verdan is warm and snow is a rare event.It snows a lot in Virtoma City, but Alves didn't go out to play much when he was a child, and he always used fire magic to drive away the cold.

During the conversation, time passed unknowingly.The somewhat gloomy topic before was left behind by them.