He said he was a god

Ah Xiu looked at the boy and felt a sudden pain in his heart.

Ah Qing is obviously younger than him, but he has taken on so much, and he has become the old-fashioned person he is now...

He asked Ah Qing, "What will happen here after your soul power dissipates?"

"Time will return to normal... Those who should die will die." Ah Qing spat out these words.

So people here, will they all die by then?

After living for nothing, stepping into the death that should have been?

Ah Xiu didn't know whether he should be sad or happy.

What about Dazhu?That shy Dazhu will die too?

What about Huwa?That tiger baby who silently cares about Ah Qing will follow the torrent of the world and step towards death, right?

Babies and teenagers here, happy couples, all the joyful songs and laughs will turn into dreams and cease to exist...

He said bitterly, "What about you? What will happen to you and those who have exhausted their soul power?"

Ah Qing smiled, "Me?"

He looked at himself, "I've only learned a little bit about the spirit and flesh, but at that time, I should be dead."

Yes, at that time, everything here will be covered only by death.

But, what about their souls?

In the eyes of those who believe in reincarnation, the soul is a unique symbol of a person.It seems that no matter whether there is a body or not, as long as the soul is still there, there is still hope for survival.

But those who have exhausted their soul power, will their souls still exist? ...

Ah Qing seemed to know what Ah Xiu was thinking, and smiled softly, "You are a kind child. Living in this world, knowing what you want to do and what you can do is enough. Even if you lose your soul, so what? ? Who will remember the things in the previous life, and how can they have so much time to care about the things in the next life?"

Axiu looked at him silently, and suddenly had a strange feeling.

It’s as if Ah Qing is actually very old, as old as a grandfather who is about to go into the ground, using his toothless mouth in the coffin, saying vaguely to others: “Enough, enough.”

Is it really enough?

Man, can you really be so generous?Facing life and death, facing the soul.

Or is it not enough to be generous?

What he doesn't know is that Ah Qing is actually only generous to himself, and only cruel to himself.In the face of others, he will never let go.

Ah Qing looked at those dancing and singing people with an extremely gentle expression.

Even if the Ming Dynasty is about to die, we have laughed together tonight, which is indeed enough.

"I think you don't want to stay here, right? So, let's indulge tonight. Life is alive, don't leave regrets in vain."

Xiuwen lit a cigarette and nodded.

Chang Qiu's heart moved, he got up and went back to his tent to fetch the lute.

The lute, the harp, and the fido are known as the three major musical instruments of the bard. The harp has a soft tone, like a mermaid girl singing on the shore where the tide beats the reef, while the lute is not only soft in tone, but also The timbre is extended and wide, the range is wide, and the variations are rich. It can be used as an accompaniment, ensemble, or solo. It has a wide range of uses and is known as the king of musical instruments.

If the harp is like a mermaid girl, then the lute represents the beautiful angel from heaven. She uses her beautiful voice to drive away the fear and anxiety of the silent world and give blessings to those who walk through the dark tunnel. peace of mind.

Chang Qiu gently plucked the strings, as if treating his lover.

Accompanied by the music of the lute, his singing sounded beside the campfire, like a stream flowing slowly through everyone's heart.

[we sit here

listen to the humming of the heart

Night God lights up his scepter

We lie down in the sea of ​​stars

sitting on the edge of dreams

sit in the light of peace and hope

sitting on devil's wings

sitting at the gates of hell

To the ear is the robin's cry

is the song of the nightingale

It is the flower god who is singing all the opening and falling

It's the god of death who sings of all the comings and goings

All wings are shaken

All souls are trembling

all the darkness gathers or disperses

all lights come and go

but tonight we sit here

we are still together

we will always remember

The hum of the heart that once sounded]

It felt like the Lord in my heart had really descended, washing away everyone's uneasiness and fear, leaving only peace and soft hope.Everyone is immersed in this soft singing, forgetting to sing, forget to dance, forget to eat, forget to talk and laugh.

In their hearts, there is only the beautiful singing voice, which may be sad and sad, but it also carries boundless hope and beauty.

……

After a long time, someone came to their senses, looked at Chang Qiu in amazement, turned around reluctantly, and continued their singing and dancing.

The party became lively again, Ah Xiu and Lu Sheng chatted and ate, Joe whispered to Shen He from time to time, Xiuwen smoked a cigarette and looked at this happy scene, Ah Qing and Hu Wa seemed to be talking softly about something, Chang Qiu It is rare that the eyes are not melancholy like the sea, but with a gentle smile like microwaves, looking at them and singing softly.

Ah Xiu looked at them, for some reason, his heart softened.

Along the way, he met many people.A powerful god, a ruffian policeman with good marksmanship, a rich boy who manipulates flames, a girl with a strange weapon, a bard with long hair like a waterfall, a priest and village chief who is always frozen in his youth, and the first The shy man who confessed to himself, the taciturn man who has been caring for him since he was a child, each of them will be the unique existence in his memory.

He thought, maybe he will grow old and die in the future, but this night, he will always remember it in his heart.

The swaying bonfire, the crispy food, the gentle and smiling eyes, the laughter, and the beautiful stars that have not changed for a hundred years.

Dazhu, Huwa, Ah Qing, Changqiu, Joe, Shen He, Xiuwen, Lu Sheng...he will always remember them.

Remember them as they are now.

...never forget each other.

The moon is sinking, the stars are entangled with the strings of the qin, and it is difficult to be happy in the vast world.

In the middle of the night, I don't dream about the old things, but I hope you will be safe forever. ——"Sand Sea Hange·Axiu"

On the morning when everyone decided to leave, Ah Qing called them back again.

"As your 'hush money', I can answer the questions in your mind." He smiled slightly, "As a priest, divination is the most basic. Do you... have any questions?"

Everyone's heart was moved, and they looked straight at the village chief.

"Come in order. You first, others please stay outside for a while." He pointed to Shen He.

Shen He stepped forward slowly, his face still calm.

"Do you have any questions to ask?" Ah Qing looked at him.

Shen He has never dared to recall that period of the past, so he can only keep looking for the truth.She couldn't even speak to Joe.Now, can it really be said?

She looked at Ah Qing hesitantly...

But in the end, she chose to sit down and speak slowly.

"Our family has been hunters for generations. My parents and I lived in the forest in the northeast, far away from the village. When I was young, I was not very keen on hunting, and I didn't learn many skills. I just liked to play in the forest. Playing with small animals, or picking flowers for garlands, the whole day was spent playing... That morning, everything was the same as usual. Father was cleaning his gun and sword, planning to go hunting later, and mother was helping us Preparing breakfast... I remembered a small flower I found in the forest a few days ago, and I planned to pick it first and give it to my parents. My father saw me slipping out and shouted 'Be careful!'. In fact, it was near our house, and There are not many large beasts. My father set up many traps, and he basically wiped out all the beasts nearby. I followed the path and found my little flower. Its petals are white, with only a little bit of purple on the edge. I I have never seen such a small flower in the forest, so I thought it was very beautiful. Afterwards, I picked a large bunch and planned to take it home, give it to my father as a small gift before leaving, and decorate it in my mother's hair. Then... ..."

Shen He's breathing paused, as if he was reliving the frightening scene again, "Then... then I saw something coming out of the room, it was fishy and smelled terrible...it was blood. I I ran in through the pool of blood, and lying on the ground inside was my... father, and... mother."

Shen He collapsed a little, his face was slightly distorted, "Actually, I couldn't recognize them for a long time... Their bodies were broken into pieces, and their skins were covered with flesh and blood, scattered all over the place. The only face that could be seen was bitten and mutilated. …I was sitting paralyzed in the bloody room at that time. Even in the air, it seemed that there were blood droplets floating, and then dripped on my hair and clothes, which were warm and warm. There was also a fishy and sweet taste in my mouth. The taste is like real blood dissolved in water. I fell into a blank at that time, and when I woke up, I found that I had gathered their flesh and blood into a pile. Then, I buried them next to the hut...they left Gave me a weapon as a coming-of-age gift, I was only 8 years old, but unfortunately, they couldn't see me wielding a weapon... After that, it was a long journey. I was always looking for the murderer of my parents, But there is no clue. Our house is far away from the village, and few people pass by. The nearby wild animals have also been driven away. I have never been able to understand what kind of power can stir them into a pile of corpses..."

Ah Qing looked at her sympathetically.On that night, he also witnessed the massacre of the entire village.For him, that was also a past that could not be mentioned, but as time passed, he dared to recall the past slowly.

There must be deep pain in this child's heart.At such a young age, witnessing such a cruel scene...

He sighed, and patted her on the shoulder lightly, as if the master was dealing with his childhood self, and also like Shen He's parents, dealing with her childhood.

Shen He's slightly trembling body gradually calmed down under the slap, as if he felt the tenderness from his father.

He raised his head, but it was the boy Ah Qing...

She woke up in an instant, and at the same time felt boundless loss in her heart.

In the early morning light, the father who lifted himself up and twirled, smiling happily, the mother who was smiling while washing the dishes, the cozy hut, the carefree childhood...all of that will never go back... …

"Drink a glass of water and calm down first." It was the boy's unique voice.

Shen He recovered, "Thank you..."

"If possible, can you help me divination that power and his whereabouts?" She raised her head and asked Ah Qing.

Ah Qing nodded and said he would try.

"Now, you need to concentrate and carefully recall the scene at that time. The more specific the picture, the better." Shen He closed his eyes, and Ah Qing's words came to his ears.

The little girl sneaked out of the room in the morning wearing a flowered dress... Facing the chirping of the birds, she found her little flower... It was white, but also faintly purple... After running back, she found blood flowing from the house ...in the house...are dismembered corpses...

Shen He carefully recalled every detail, but Ah Qing held her hand, and then closed his eyes.

After a long time, the two opened their eyes at the same time, Ah Qing's expression was very heavy.

Shen He hesitated and asked: "How...how?"

Ah Qing lowered his head, not looking at her.

After a long silence, Shen He smiled sadly, "Is there no result? It's okay, thank you very much. Anyway, I have been looking for it this way for so many years, and then... I can do it this way again." She got up and asked Ah Qing bowed.

Ah Qing deserves the respect of all of them, whether it is courage, responsibility, will, or his skills.

"Thank you very much. Who's your next name?"

Ah Qing raised his head, his face was a bit unbearable, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

"Forget it...let Joe come in."