It's too difficult to make a knife, I choose rebirth

"It was sunny on January 830th, [-], the second year of the Lan calendar. There may be cold air coming from the north today. Please prepare for the cold weather. The news of today will be broadcast below. Recently..."

Ye Zheng reached out and turned off the radio.

He sat up, and the alarm clock beside him was still beeping.He raised his hand and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

——Here is the rental house he lived in ten years ago.He was covered with a familiar quilt, and all he could see were familiar cups, tables, and chairs. The photos on the table were still standing securely, and the undrinked water from last night was still well filled in the cups. Even the windows seemed like As he always did, with a slight slit open.

It's as if he never left.

The moment he put down his hand, he suddenly realized that his hand could move.Or should I put it another way: his body has come back.

Ye Zheng carefully recalled the year mentioned in the broadcast just now - the year 830 - exactly ten years ago.Is he back again?Is he transformed from a short knife back to a human, and then back to ten years ago?

Or, he never left at all, he just had a long dream.

This dream is so real, so long and so long. There are the entire envoy group of Lan Kingdom, the unreliable Gu Hantian, the female man Yang Su, the gentle and kind Ren Yujun, the indescribable end of the season, and the always taciturn Shen Changjue. .In this dream, there are countless swords and swords, many times seeing blood sealing his throat, many companions, and the nightmare that woke him up at the last second.

It's so exciting, so imaginative.

"Hahahahaha..."

Ye Zheng couldn't help laughing, maybe because he hadn't uttered a sound for a long time, he couldn't control his tone, and his laughter was sharp and piercing.The more he laughed, the more exaggerated he was, laughing so hard that his eyes almost shed tears.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous.

Is all this really just a dream?An absurd, decade-long dream he had.

"Crazy! It's so early in the morning, what's wrong with you, what are you laughing at! Don't let people sleep!" The aunt upstairs yelled and cursed suddenly.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Ye Zheng looked at his hand with dim eyes.Looking at it, the back of the hand was wetted by water droplets from nowhere.

Ye Zheng himself seemed to be taken aback, the back of his hand shrank back slightly, and finally raised his hand hesitantly, touching his cheek, and his cold fingers touched the warm tears as expected.He quickly wiped it away, but fortunately, the tears did not "broke the thread" as described in countless novels, but there was a slight sadness in his heart.

After careful calculation, I haven't cried for many years.After the death of his parents, he never cried alone, nor did he cry when he and Shen Changjue were born and died together, and he never shed a tear even when he left them in the end.Now, for the "dream" I guessed, I once again shed hot tears.

If it is a dream, will you forget them and return to your original life?Ye Zheng asked himself.

In fact, there is no need to ask him to understand, it is impossible.

No matter whether those are his imagination or not, no matter whether they really exist or not, he will never give up if he doesn't take a look for himself.Taking a step back, even if all of this is a fantasy, he will never be able to go back to his previous life.

People, once they get used to the life of licking blood with knife edge, they can never go back.And he was no longer the Ye Zheng he used to be.

Raising his head to look at his school textbooks on the desk, it seemed like a lifetime away.

Ye Zheng turned over and got off the bed, and once again got down to earth, feeling an indescribable feeling.It seems that my legs have not been used for 100 years, and I am still a newborn who has just learned to walk.When walking, he felt his joints "creaking". Although it was only one night since his body last walked, it had been a full ten years since his central nervous system stopped controlling walking.

When I walked to the bathroom, about a century had passed.

Ye Zheng looked at himself in the mirror, it was a face that even he felt a little strange.She seldom stays in the hot sun, so her complexion is fairly fair, and her hair is seldom taken care of, so she doesn't have black hair with a fixed hairstyle. Probably because she just cried, her eyes are slightly red.

Ye Zheng washed his face and felt a little clear headed.

There are still many differences between him now and what he remembers.Although his own impression is not too deep, he can still clearly feel that there is an uncontrollable aura in him now, and he is completely different from a student who has been studying in the academy all year round.These years, even if it was just a dream, it left an indelible mark on his soul.

Hello, Ye Zheng in the second year of Lanli 840.

After waking up, Ye Zheng smiled for the first time, and greeted himself ten years later.

***

Now that he has decided to leave, Ye Zheng is an absolute activist, not to mention his desire to verify this "dream" earlier has occupied his entire brain.On the surface, it seems that there is no rush, but in my heart, I don't know how impatient it is.

He sorted out the things in the room one by one, and finally found helplessly that there was nothing in the whole room that he felt was essential.Probably the days of the ascetic monk are too many.After picking and picking, only a few photos and a few pieces of clothes with the simplest styles were stuffed into the luggage bag.

When he walked through the living room with his luggage bag on his back, he took an apple from the fruit basket on the table and gnawed on it. The long-lost taste spread in his mouth.

Ye Zheng originally thought that this sweet taste would bring the highest enjoyment to his taste buds, which he hadn't tasted for a long time, but he didn't expect... It's been so long since he hasn't tasted it, and even the reflex nerves of the sense of taste have begun to degenerate. Why does it feel like the taste of nutrient solution? Are they about the same?

He laughed at himself, shook his head and walked out of the house where he had lived for several years. The last trace of nostalgia disappeared in the morning air along with the sound of closing the door.

"Oh, isn't this Xiaozheng? Why, is this going on a long trip?" Ye Zheng didn't expect that as soon as he got downstairs, he ran into the landlady who he hadn't seen once in a few weeks.

"Auntie," the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy happened to have just changed his voice, and the clear and low-pitched boyish voice is very flattering, "I haven't had time to tell you, I'm afraid I won't rent this house in the future. "

The landlady was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Then you are so young, so early in the morning... where are you going?"

"Well... I really need to get to the bottom of it. I'm going to chase the 'dream'." Ye Zheng made his words vague, but it's true, isn't it just to find an illusory dream, and a dream? ...An illusory person?

"Okay, young man, it's good to have a dream." The landlady obviously misunderstood, "This month is only halfway through, and in the future you will go out alone, and there will be many places to spend money. This month's rent , I'll give you a change!"

"Thank you." Ye Zheng thanked him sincerely.If someone treats you well, even if it's a small thing, he can't repay this kindness.

The landlady said kindly: "Oh, how come, I have known you for several years since you...since your parents left, and I have watched you grow up little by little."

In the empty corridor, only the landlady's kind voice is echoing.Ye Zheng didn't say anything more, just said goodbye to the landlady with a smile.

Stepping out of the residential building, the sky is clear and the sky is clear.The morning sun emitted a soft light, shining on Ye Zheng's body, warming and healing.He wavered a bit at last, and decided to settle everything at once.For example, school, and for example, work.

As soon as the teacher at the school heard that he was going to "chasing dreams" unreliably, he immediately advised him in every possible way, earnestly speaking.There is no future if you don't study hard at a young age. In today's society, there are many liars in Languo. It is not safe to be alone, and a set of theories emerges endlessly.

In the end, Ye Zheng quietly listened to the teacher's long speech, and neither said yes nor bad, but silently took out the withdrawal application written at the office door a few hours ago.The teacher still wanted to speak, but this time he was blocked by Ye Zheng's flimsy paper and couldn't speak.

"Forget it, forget it, I can't control you! What a good child... Sigh." In the end, the teacher gave Ye Zheng the school's seal with hatred, and agreed with Ye Zheng's "big rebellion".

Ye Zheng smiled and nodded to thank the teacher, "Teacher, don't worry. I will take care of myself."

The teacher rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to care about others, and waved Ye Zheng out, but the worry in his eyes couldn't be faked.In fact, Ye Zheng understands the teacher's heart, but there are some things that cannot be explained clearly in a few words. That good student, Ye Zheng, also changed the course of his life ten years ago.Those who have been kind to him, those who have taken care of him, Ye Zheng's future is destined to have no intersection with these people.

After solving everything, Ye Zheng called a suspension car.He's going to one last place, one last thing to do.

The car stopped, and it turned out to be a burial hall, reformed hundreds of years ago for environmental protection, to preserve the ashes or remains of the deceased.The aisles inside are densely packed with small grids, portraits one by one, and a brief record of their names and origins.

These people may have been all-powerful figures before their lives, but now they are nothing more than pictures and cold black and white words.No matter how high your status was and how you were remembered by the world, it has nothing to do with you.

Ye Zheng walked in for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a row of ordinary portraits.

He looked up at two of the black and white photos, and the people in the photos were smiling.He never said a word to the people lying here quietly, nor did he offer a stick of incense for any ranking, he just watched, and finally bowed deeply to them.

I have always kept silent these years, and maybe I have become less talkative.I don't know what to say to you, but I know you all understand.I'm going to be a domain envoy, so I thought I should report to you guys.After becoming a domain envoy, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to visit you, but I always carry your photos with me.Make sure you won't be forgotten.Ye Zheng said silently in his heart.

He took a last deep look at the two well-preserved posthumous photos, and then left without looking back.

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