my teacher

When the world began—

The open and uninhabited crisp ground is grass-colored and fluffy.The blue sky without impurities, the clear stream water is cold and refreshing, and the slight fragrance of flowers accompanied by the smell of green grass is refreshing...

The surrounding scenery is too beautiful to behold, but unfortunately, there are no people on the earth at this moment.

There is only one life on this pure blue planet.

Sitting bored on the homemade swing, swinging around with bare white feet, he still held a dog's tail grass that was bitten out of shape in his mouth.

"It's boring, can't someone come here to accompany me?"

From time to time, the white calf kicked on the swaying vines around him, which made the plants very happy.

He is a part of this world, and everything green in this world is covered by his soul.

At night, the distant starry sky seems to be within reach, but it's a pity that I have been tired of seeing the dazzling starlight for many years, squinting my eyes and following my fingers, living day after day, year after year.

"What should I eat tomorrow?"

Talking to himself, he casually picked up a red fruit in the grass, slowly chewed it in his mouth without knowing it, and soon a red fruit was unconsciously gnawed into his stomach.

What surprised him was that he, who had suffered from anorexia for many years, still wanted to continue tasting this unknown fruit after eating it?

How incredible should this be?

"What kind of fruit is it?" Cang carefully observed the surrounding area for a long time but did not find a plant that did not belong to him.

In other words, is this fruit a fruit born by oneself?

impossible!

Cang immediately denied his unreliable idea.

All the tasteful things he can produce have been tried a hundred years ago.

There is only a trace of life like him living silently on this small blue planet in the vast and endless universe, and he has almost done no matter how painful things are.

Is he lonely? He is really lonely.

So lonely that a fruit that tastes good is enough to arouse his interest.

After three sunrises and sunsets, the torrential rain struck——

In the rain, Cang, who has long been accustomed to the sudden changes in the daily climate on the earth, suddenly used the branches behind him to sweep open a small open space in a grass field, and found the little guy who was swaying in the wind and rain, barely holding up the slender branches.

The fragile leaflets tightly protect its own fruit, appearing pale and feeble, but stubbornly persisting.

"Huh? I found you." I never thought that on this earth, I could still find a strain of the same race that did not belong to me.

Then, let's repay you with the fruit at that time, the taste is really good.

Cang did not move the young sapling, but moved the thick trunk and branches behind him to protect the small and straight figure.

He wouldn't stay in one for too long. Before leaving, Cang seriously patted the tree species that might appear another natural miracle, and said softly, "Looking forward to your growth, little guy."

Nothing can really protect you forever, it just depends on whether you can use this moment to completely evolve your own style.

After 300 years--

Cang accidentally returned to that empty place that had a certain impression deep in his memory. The aura here was extremely pure, which made him in the tree of origin very comfortable and pure.

But... that little seedling is really gone.

"Sure enough, it's still my extravagant hope." Cang lowered his eyes in a low mood. This was the first time he personally experienced what is called anticipation and what is called depression.

Maybe, my life will continue like this...until I completely integrate into the whole nature, and my body becomes a part of this world.

Maybe only then, my mission, my loneliness will come to an end.

However, when he was about to leave and no longer stay in this land that he was nostalgic for, a pale but firm little hand firmly grasped the grass-colored hem he woven with large emerald green leaves. above.

Cang turned back violently, squinted, and found this green-eyed little boy who was grabbing himself hard, but could only utter a single syllable.

The small body is white and clean, just like the seedlings in the wind and rain that year.

The hair is black and slightly messy, and the lips are light pink, which looks very cute.

"Ah—" His expression was a little blunt, but he was more at a loss.

Cang was completely stunned, his pupils were constricting, and his hands were shaking.

"Ah—" the boy seemed to be waiting for his response.

Until, the little green-eyed boy was about to give up, slowly let go of his hand, and lowered his head helplessly. At this moment, a big hand tightly wrapped the clenched little fist.

Crystal tears, one after another, sprinkled on the wild flower petals by the roadside.

"I... finally waited..." In this world, the second miracle of existence.

The tearful Cang knelt on the grass, hugging the little boy who was even more at a loss with his hands, but two blushes floated across his face.

It turned out that the closeness of chest to chest was warmth.

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"Yes, I'm so hungry..." The nose moved quickly, and a certain tree that ran along the road along the smell touched his empty stomach helplessly.

Yes, whenever Cang walked near Ran's tree house, he would be attracted by the faint fragrance wafting from the kitchen.

His voice was always very soft, but the busy figure in the room seemed to have expected it, and walked to the temporary tree shed outside the house with the steaming food.

A round desk, two natural seats made of intertwined vines.

This is Ran's home, and it has gradually become Cang's residence.

"Eat." Ran said lightly to a tree that was already sitting down and was coveting delicious food. He always said very little, but he would not embarrass the atmosphere.

The two have lived together for nearly a thousand years. From babbling to now, their communication is normal, but their personalities have always been the same. They usually quietly wash leaves in the kitchen and polish a hard stone in the small yard outside the door; If you don't speak, you don't seem to feel his presence, always so quiet.

Even now, under the teaching of Cang, he has understood the origin of the entire continent, the entire universe, and the responsibility and last resort of the Tree of Beginning to protect this world...

However, it is also a tree, but it does not have the heavy burden of being severely suppressed.

Because Cang never thought about what to let that fast-growing little guy share for him.

However, maybe not so thought.

Every time, on this ugly table, Cang always eats the happiest and most delicious food, but always eats silently and less, because he always feeds Cangbu vegetables until his belly is small. Puffy, lying on the grass and no longer willing to get up, a typical look so full that he doesn't want to move.

The tree with severe anorexia can eat a certain amount of food every day, but it has tried its best.

Eat raw, cook well, and ignorantly create a kitchen that can cook food. With dexterous hands, I have gradually developed good cooking skills during these years of getting along.

"It's delicious." When Cang is happy, he likes to smile slightly with his lips curled up.

Ever since he was no longer alone in this world, Cang's smiles began to appear frequently.

Ran nodded silently, and quietly put a side dish marinated in red fruit juice into Cang's wooden plate with homemade bamboo chopsticks.

Two trees, under this vast sky, depend on each other for life.

Qu Cangmang smiled sweetly, looked at Ran's increasingly mature profile, and sighed with a sense of accomplishment.

From the little guy to his current appearance, he really grew up day by day.

As long as he thinks of this little seedling growing into a mature, intelligent towering tree under his own cultivation, Cang feels extremely satisfied.

When we first met, I couldn’t say anything, whether it was survival skills, plants and life in the world, understanding of each piece of land, communication with nature or cooking... Cough, I cultivated it all by myself of.

Of course, cooking skills are what he is most satisfied with.

And names.

However... I took it myself.

However, Ran's mood swings seem a little small?

Qu Cangmang pinched his chin, not knowing when he had put down the chopsticks in his hands.

"Premature or something... Did I encounter it back then?"

The expressionless person sitting next to him had a black line drawn on the side of his head that he didn't even realize.

Cang started to think wildly again...

Ran sighed helplessly, and put the chopsticks that fell on the table back into the hands of a tree wandering in the sky, and put more dishes on his plate.

These foods are all the fruits of their own breeding.

He doesn't talk about it, and he's not good at expressing it, but he secretly likes Cang's affirmation of the food he made.

Days began again day after day, year after year.

But life with a companion is definitely different.

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That night, there was a thunderstorm.

Cang is the tree of nature, the father of the earth on this blue planet, but it cannot prevent some natural disasters and changes in nature.

For example—the race evolution that will eventually usher in the earth.

The weather has been extremely bad for the past few days, and Cang gave up the idea of ​​looking for the latest tree species along the arc of the blue planet, and spent the whole day lounging on the big bed he made himself, using the shoulder of a certain tree as a pillow to sleep on.

Of course, a certain tree he is willing to do.

What he has for Cang is attachment, not dependence, and this kind of feeling has already surpassed his own imagination.

The tree of the beginning of the world, the way of getting along with the beginning of the world.

Cough, it's the so-called, fruit-bending form, the two of them face each other naked, very natural~~

She has always been sane, sane and scary, but she can't do anything but plant on this tree.

At this moment, small animals, single-celled worms, have begun to appear on this planet.Various signs are revealing, reminding the two of them of the earth-shaking changes that may take place here, but no one is willing to leave voluntarily.

Because, no matter what happens here, it is inseparable from the existence of trees.

Of them, one must stay.

And what will happen to the one left behind?No one can imagine.

Hurt?Or is the aura exhausted?In short, the result will not be very good.

"Cang."

"Huh?" Cang, who had just woken up and was obviously still in a daze after eating all the tofu, still foolishly continued to rub against a certain tree.

He likes to lean on Ran like this.

However, she has infinite attachment to him, so why not him.

The heart that has been lonely for so long finally found comfort.

But what happened next made him very sad.

"I won't leave, stay with you." Still simple, but fully and directly expressed my heart.

Her lips, imprinted with the fragrance of green grass, quietly rubbed against the side of Cang's ear.

Cang is very sensitive here.

Sure enough, a piece of delicate skin turned pink.

"Well, don't bite here." Cang tried to struggle, but was quickly suppressed.

God knows why the little guy is so strong now!It's too much... It's okay if I was stronger back then!

"Ah—" the black cat yelled.

The difference in height and physique is particularly obvious!

Already accustomed to the existence of the other party's aura, Cang didn't reject Ran's closeness in any way, but instead felt an inexplicable passion of soul collision.

With both knees bent, he groaned and panted without any sense of disobedience the moment he entered. The storm intertwined inside the house was no worse than outside, no... maybe more ferocious than outside.

Although Cang is very proud of successfully raising a little guy, but the position of things really has nothing to do with age.

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Dragging his tired body and red and swollen chrysanthemums, Cang left the small study room with a warm atmosphere, passion and ambiguity after feeling dizzy.

There was no time, and he had to send him off.

Everything in this world is his responsibility, and he shouldn't help himself to share it.

There is no reason, even more reluctance.

What should come will always come.

I can't hide, and I don't want to hide.

Everything unknown in the future is not terrible, no matter what happens, at least I have been happy.

Thank you, of course.

Qu Cangmang cried for the second time in his long life.

For the first time, it was clear.

The second time, I sent Ran away in person.

No matter which planet, which country, which space, or which world you go to, it is much safer than this blue planet that is about to undergo great changes.

Can't keep him.

You can't gamble, let alone afford to gamble.

"No -- Cang --"

Goodbye, of course.

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The farthest distance in the world is not that I walk in front of you, but you don't know that I really love you; it's that we love each other clearly, but we are forced to separate the two worlds.

This time parting, it is very likely that we will never see each other again.

However, he thumped the legendary indestructible space wall cover weakly, why... Cang sacrificed everything to protect himself?

Cang, I love you!

At this moment, how much I hate my powerlessness.

At this moment, how much I hate my bad words.

Cang!

Looking at the brand-new world that also looks like a planet, but is pure green without a trace of blue elements, he quietly clenched his fists, which were almost unconscious.

He must devote himself to cultivation.