What happened to Isaac?

"Are you free to chat with me now?" Xavier asked, squatting down and looking at the boy.

The boy glanced at him: "What are you talking about?"

"Can you tell me what you're doing?"

"I'm counting."

Xavier turned his head to look. Indeed, Xavier Jr. was calculating a long series of additions, but he made a mistake.

"You don't have a carry here," he said.

Xavier Jr. looked at it according to his instructions, and showed a look of sudden realization for a moment. He stretched out his hand and wanted to change it, but soon he became stern, and wiped away all the traces in the mud with his feet, pretending to be calm and said: " What's the matter? I was just writing for fun. Aren't you chatting, talk about something else. I see you are well dressed, where did you come from?"

Xavier couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

It is now 1524 and he is only eight years old.At this time, people can already see his character traits - never willing to admit his mistakes easily, these things are cute because they are extremely uncoordinated in a child who is pretending to be indifferent.

When and how did these little problems form?How do they finally constitute the complete man himself?Xavier had no memory of it.Memory shapes character, and character shapes people.A boundless stream, constantly rushing forward, every drop of water is unique, neither replaceable nor traceable.

"I dress well because I'm rich. Let's go get something to eat," Xavier said, taking his own hand as he did Sally. place."

Xavier Jr. frowned: "Then it came by boat. I know a lot of places, so don't take me for a fool."

"No, I didn't come by boat."

"If you don't take a boat? Then you can't even say it's far away!"

"Don't you think I look familiar?" Xavier couldn't help asking.

Little Xavier stopped, raised his head, and looked at him carefully: "Indeed. Ah, you look like my dad! I said why I thought you were so annoying when I first saw you."

Xavier grinned.Up to now, he has lived for a long time, older than the longest-lived person in the world, and has countless memories. Although time has not oxidized him into an old man, at least he is not considered a young man anymore.He hardly remembers that he used to be a wild child running wild in the market, and what he forgot along with his local accent was those years of youth, but now, he brought it back to his eyes.He thought for a while, and then said a word, the tone was almost the kindness of an elder.

"I want to tell you something, but I'm afraid you lack the imagination to believe me," he said.

Little Xavier snorted: "Only you adults have no imagination! I dare say that I am the most imaginative in this area. Those who believe in religion are dubious about heaven, but I am sure that at least angels exist. Father Riemann told me that believing in angels is heresy, and I told him: No, I don't believe in angels, because it's a fact. Who would believe in such a real thing as 'apples on autumn trees'? He said, if There are angels, please let me show him. I told him that angels are right next to us, just can't be seen. He touched my forehead and said I was daydreaming. Well, daydreaming is daydreaming, I I don’t understand why some people don’t even dare to dream?”

After hearing these words, Xavier fell into deep thought for a while, and Xavier Jr. tugged at his sleeve uneasily, thinking that he was angry, Xavier turned his head and smiled, and touched his head.The child's hair is very soft, Xavier thought, no wonder Isaac likes to touch his hair sometimes.

He bought a loaf of bread, smeared it with a thick layer of butter, and brought some bacon and a pint of milk, and put it in a bag and handed it to little Xavier, who was so surprised that he seemed to be holding a big bag of gold. like.

They sat down side by side on a stump, and little Xavier eagerly began stuffing his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's.In this moment of joy of being able to eat and drink, Xavier said: "You just asked who I am."

"Hmm," said Xavier Jr. "Who?"

"I am you."

Little Xavier was not surprised or anything like he expected, he chewed the bacon calmly, pushed it from the left cheek to the right cheek, took a sip of milk, swallowed it slowly, and then turned his head Let's take a closer look at Xavier's side face again.He jumped off the tree stump, found a nearby puddle, squatted down and looked at his own reflection in the water, looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned his head to stare at Xavier, shouted: "My God!" He was about to run away.

People are afraid when things go beyond imagination, and Xavier can probably understand it.He didn't catch up, just sat there, feeling a little lost.

10 minutes is almost up.

How could he say to an eight-year-old child: "I am you, and now I am dying, do you think I should choose life or memory?" Does a child know the weight of the two?

A minute later, he saw little Xavier who had disappeared without a trace turned back and stood in front of him shyly, asking: "Can I take the bread away?" After thinking for a while, he added: "You must be hungry Right? Well, then I just need milk."

Xavier stared at him blankly, then showed his iconic charming smile:

"No."

Unless you sit next to me and have a good talk with me, he said, you're not going to take anything with you.

Little Xavier sat next to Xavier with a mournful face, and began to eat again. Although he looked vigilant and cautious, he ate bread at a moderate speed.Xavier was really afraid that he would choke himself to death, then this would constitute a grandfather paradox, and he didn't want to bear the consequences.

"Eat slowly," Xavier said helplessly, "are you... afraid of me?"

"It's really scary. Am I dreaming? How is it possible... Have you made a deal with the devil?"

"On the contrary, I am an angel."

"What?" Little Xavier was taken aback. "But I can see you."

"There are many kinds of angels. In some cases, they can be seen, and sometimes they cannot. For example, the soul cannot."

Little Xavier showed a thoughtful look: "So heaven is real."

"Yes."

"You don't sound like Heaven that much?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"How can people not understand themselves?"

Xavier hadn't known he had the potential to be a philosopher.

"Do you think you know yourself?" he asked.

"At least for now. But I can't know my future, you have to tell me," Xavier Jr. wiped the butter from his mouth, "I believe what you said."

"Believe in what?"

"You are me."

"why?"

"Because only I am willing to be so kind to myself. I eat more meat today than I have eaten in my entire life. What a rich man, you," Little Xavier turned to look at Xavier, "I ask you, in the future I will What day is it? Can I eat as much as I do now? Can you tell me what kind of person I will be ten years from now?"

The question of child innocence made Xavier feel bad.He has forgotten what kind of life he once lived, and he didn't know that poverty once followed him everywhere, and the reason why he can have today's assets is all because he desperately wants to get out of the predicament. It was completed.When he died... how would he tell the child in front of him?Xavier was speechless.

"You have too many problems. Still, you will become," Xavier said, "... a very remarkable person."

"I knew it!" said little Xavier.

No.Xavier bowed his head silently, he knew he had lied.

Ten years later is 1534, a date that will be written down in the textbooks for the future.This year, the British Parliament passed the "Supreme Act", and Henry VIII's reforms for the purpose of divorce were a great success, but it seemed that it had no significant impact on the people at the bottom.At the end of the same year, an unknown young man died of illness before he was an adult. The body was found the next day, and his fiancée soon married someone else.

When the hourglass of time was about to run out, little Xavier jumped to the ground and furtively took out a small piece of iron on a chain from his pocket.

"I'm only telling you this secret," he said. "Maybe you don't remember it? Angels do exist, and they will protect me. You see, this is the proof."