I'm not a drama god

The old man's dry lips trembled as they opened, and the corners of his eyes, which seemed to have dried up long ago, became moist again... These seven words were like a sword that pierced through three hundred years and pierced into the softest part of his heart.

At this moment, all the fatigue, pain, grievances that had been suppressed deep in the heart... burst out uncontrollably, condensed into drops of turbid tears, running down the cheeks, and dripping onto the ruins.

No one knows how he spent these three hundred years.

He shoulders the responsibility of maintaining the Mortal Realm, endures the pain of a broken device piercing his body, endures the loneliness that ordinary people cannot endure, and races against time stitch by stitch...

He originally wanted to take everything with him and return to dust in loneliness, but Su Zhiwei's words shattered all his stubborn persistence.

The old man forced himself to look away and no longer stared at Su Zhiwei. He looked at the gurgling water under his feet and spoke hoarsely:

"You shouldn't have come to see me..."

"why?"

"If you don't look for me, I will always be the young Yao Qing following behind you." The old man paused for a moment, "Now, I am an old man who can't even speak clearly... At least, I want to leave the most perfect image in your heart."

“Does perfection have anything to do with appearance?”

Su Zhiwei frowned and said, "It was you who created Fu Sheng Hui, it was you who protected the Red Dust Realm, it was you who locked time for me, and it was you who resisted Wu Ji Jun at the critical moment... This realm was created because of you, and it prospered because of you. If it weren't for you, the Red Dust Realm would have been destroyed long ago, and I would have died in the years.

You haven't been following me for a long time, Yao Qing. You've been ahead of me, ahead of everyone else... You've done so much for us, why do you still feel that you're not perfect enough?"

"But from now on, whenever you think of me, you will only think of this ugly old face... I don't want this."

"You'd rather not see me just to make me look better?"

Su Zhiwei seemed to be angry. She gritted her teeth and glared at Yao Qing, "Childish! Stubborn! You are still the same brat you were back then!"

Hearing the second half of the sentence, the old man was stunned at first, then the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. He leaned against the trunk of the willow tree and chuckled hoarsely... His expression was a little stiff, even ferocious. It was not because of anything else, but because he hadn't laughed for hundreds of years, and the muscles on his face had long since atrophied.

The old man seemed to be much more relaxed. He said softly, "But you are in your prime, but you are still thinking about an old man who is about to die. This is unacceptable..."

As soon as the word "miss you" came out, Su Zhiwei was also startled. At this moment, she seemed to have really returned to the days of more than 300 years ago, when Yao Qing often teased her like this, or in other words, he hid his love in his casual teasing.

But at that time, she often would not take the initiative to answer, because in her opinion, there was some kind of insurmountable barrier between them... She was eight years older than him.

Su Zhiwei used to be a member of the highly educated group and had a very conservative view on love. But now she has experienced so much, and some of the things she once regarded as barriers are no longer necessary...

Su Zhiwei pursed her lips slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she answered seriously:

"Age is not a problem. You said that yourself back then."

The old man didn't expect that Su Zhiwei's answer this time would be so frank. She no longer concealed her true feelings at all, but gave him feedback generously... But this time, he didn't answer immediately.

The old man silently looked at the reflection of the river under his feet. There was already a chasm between him and Su Zhiwei...

It is the years, the era, life and death.

"Back then... I was just talking." The old man murmured.

“But I took it seriously.”

Su Zhiwei's more straightforward answer once again shattered Yao Qing's sentimental worries. He stood there for a moment, not knowing how to answer... Facts have proved that when Su Zhiwei, the top girl in science and engineering, is determined to express her true feelings, no matter how delicate and complicated the embroidery is, it cannot capture Yao Qing's shaky heart.

In front of Su Zhiwei at this moment, all of Yao Qing's worries, concerns, and complicated thoughts were like the youthful troubles of a little boy, being forcefully torn into pieces.

"Back then, I was 27 years old and a PhD student; you were 19 years old and still a college student... For us at that time, eight years old was an insurmountable chasm. But now, everything is different." Seeing that Yao Qing was hesitant to answer, Su Zhiwei continued seriously.

“8/27≈29.6%，8/330≈2.4%……”

"……What's the meaning?"

Even though Yao Qing has lived for more than three hundred years, he still cannot understand Su Zhiwei's train of thought.

"The chasm that once existed has now been trampled under our feet...Time is nothing in front of love." Su Zhiwei looked deeply into his eyes.

"I love you, Yao Qing, regardless of time, life or death."

Under Yao Qing's shrinking gaze, Su Zhiwei closed her eyes and kissed the old lips.

Raindrops fall into the river, making crisp tinkling sounds. Two hearts resonate at this moment, and the world sinks into eternal silence.

I do not know how long it has been,

The two figures under the withered willow tree slowly separated.

Yao Qing's eyes were still fixed on Su Zhiwei's face, and his expression changed from astonishment to joy, and finally to bitterness and helplessness...

Su Zhiwei's shoulder was beside Yao Qing, and they leaned against the trunk of the willow tree together. The two of them sat on the bank, quietly feeling the river flowing beneath them and the breeze blowing past their ears...

No one spoke, as if they were reluctant to shatter this unrealistic dream, or as if they were enjoying the momentary tenderness that blossomed during these three hundred years.

The sound of the heartbeat is gradually fading away, just like the fleeting breeze at the fingertips;

"...Sister Zhiwei."

Yao Qing turned his head and said softly, "I should go to bed."

"Go to sleep... I'll be here with you." Su Zhiwei looked into his eyes, "One day, we will meet again... in a dream, or in another reality."

"……Um."

Yao Qing couldn't help but close his eyes. He was so exhausted at that moment that he couldn't think carefully about Su Zhiwei's answer... He was like a bonfire that had been burning for three hundred years, gradually going out in the rain, leaving only an extremely tiny flame, drifting away silently.

At the same time, Su Zhiwei's voice, which could no longer be suppressed and was slightly trembling, whispered softly in his ears:

"Thank you for your companionship for three hundred years...Yao Qing."

cluster--

The flame went out in the old body.

The moment his heart stopped beating, Su Zhiwei could no longer control her expression. Two lines of tears kept sliding down from the corners of her eyes. She hugged Yao Qing's body with both hands and cried silently.