Non-Human Sub-district Office

Lin Mu packed up the small and broken things in the house that Qin Chuan moved back, and prepared to move directly to the Great Wilderness.

Lin Mu was cleaning up the sundries in the attic, and Diwu and the others stood by from time to time to pull their hind legs, and then they were pushed aside by the little ginseng who was also going to the Great Wilderness.

"Don't cause trouble for Lin Shu!" Little Ginseng said with her arms akimbo.

"It's okay." Lin Mu rubbed the little ginseng's head, and neatly arranged things with his hands and feet.

Diwu picked up a booklet that had just been put into a box, and muttered, "I've been looking at this book for a long time."

Lin Mu tilted his head and glanced: "It's all from my childhood."

My mother was not willing to throw any of them away, and even after he threw away some, my mother would pick the notebooks out of the trash can, clean them up and put them away properly.

Lin Mu looked at the book, recalled it, and said: "When I was a child, I liked to draw some random things, so my mother simply collected them and bound them into a book."

"In her words, the traces of growth should be preserved for future self and relatives to see."

Lin Mu paused for a moment, silently looking at the box of crayons that were not used up when he was a child, and after a while, suddenly said: "Actually, I probably want to leave it for my father."

Dixiu sat quietly in a corner of the attic, also helping to organize things.

His movements are also very rusty, but after all, he is not always making trouble like Teiya, but his efficiency is slightly slower.

Hearing Lin Mu's words, he raised his head, frowned slightly, and did not speak.

These things were indeed for him to see.

Di Xiu had already noticed it - Lin Xueji always firmly believed that he did not die.

Dixiu remembered that Lin Xueji once told him that photos are a magic weapon to preserve time.

Text too.

So she likes to take pictures, likes to write a diary, and secretly saves her time to read it later.

She also likes to express her thoughts openly.

To like is to like, to dislike is to hate, to love is to love, she has always been straightforward and fierce, just like the scorching sun in summer, blazing and unstoppable.

It's just that Lin Xueji no longer kept a diary because she was worried about exposing the existence of Lin Shu after she had Lin Shu.

So she took more pictures.

The entire attic is full of cardboard boxes, and these cardboard boxes are the time boxes of Lin Mu and Lin Xueji.

Lin Xueji didn't write a diary herself, so she coaxed Lin Mu to write it.

Even though Lin Mu didn't like to take pictures, he still pouted unhappily and got several big photo albums taken by his mother.

Just open a cardboard box, and there will be photo albums, notebooks filled with various texts, and Lin Mu's childhood toys.

Some are beautiful and bought, while some ugly ones were made by Lin Mu and Lin Xueji together.

Later, those little toys got better and better.

If you piece together the things in this dry, dark and crowded small attic, you can see the complete 18 years before Lin Xueji passed away.

But Dixiu still couldn't muster up the courage to dig out all the things in the attic.

He knew that these things were not completely prepared for Lin Shu to review and review later.

Half of the reasons—or even more than half of them—are probably prepared by Lin Xueji for him.

She believed he was not dead.

If you don't die, you will always come back.

Maybe a few years, maybe ten years, maybe when Lin Shu gets old, he won't appear.

But she still recorded them all.

She wanted to tell him her thoughts, her life, her experience and everything about her.

Even if his body has died, he is still full of hope, wanting to grab a tiny stream of water from the torrent of time, quietly store it up, and wait for the phantom that does not know when it will return, and then show it to him .

Every time he thought of Lin Xueji's thoughts on keeping these things, Di Xiu felt extremely timid.

I am so timid that I have been back for so long, but I still dare not open these ashes.

Diwu didn't understand this.

He looked at the slightly rough-bound album, and simply opened it——

Then he let out a little surprise: "Dixiu, isn't this you?"

Lin Mu and Di Xiu were startled when they heard the words, they got up and went to glance at the page of Diwu's opened picture album.

There was a tree drawn on that page.

A big green tree with emerald green branches stretching in five directions, with fiery red sun and blue clouds painted on the top of the tree, and two stickmen, one big and one small, holding hands under the tree.

Drawn with crayons, the strokes are quite immature, and the name of these paintings is earnestly next to it: "Daddy Big Tree".

Di Xiu stared blankly at the painting, and Lin Mu was also stunned for a while, then scratched his head and said, "I don't remember when I drew it."

Too many things happened when I was a child, and most of the things that impressed Lin Mu were not pleasant experiences.

"However, I liked drawing when I was a child, because drawing is much more interesting than writing." Lin Mu said, turning his head and continuing to pack the boxes.

Diwu flipped through the picture album, resting his chin, speculated: "What kind of psychic dream is it? It should be Lin Mu who dreamed of you."

Di Xiu slowly came back to his senses and nodded.

Psychic dreams are not particularly uncommon. Little monsters who are still in their infancy can occasionally dream of some vague fragmented pictures, which usually come from the inheritance of blood.

Diwu took a look at Dixiu, and simply handed him the album: "You can read it yourself, I went to the mountains to help."

Diwu and Qin Chuan promised the mountain god to stay here to help him restore and raise the mountain, so for the time being, they would stay in the Central Plains. Diwu was full of karma, and the risk of staying in the Central Plains was much smaller than that in the Great Wilderness.

Dixiu watched the Diwu go, looked down at the picture book in his hand, stroked it lightly, heard the sound of Lin Mu pulling away the tape, raised his head, and said, "Take Mommy away with you."

Lin Mu cut off the confession, sealed the cardboard box, and didn't lift his head: "Of course."

The father and son packed up and fixed the odds and ends of the house, and then handed over the house to Yan Xuanjing who was helping out in the mountains.

"Let's go to the cemetery." Lin Mu said.

Yan Xuanjing glanced at Dixiu, who was dreaming like a sleepwalker, and simply followed Lin Shu.

Dixiu sat in the passenger seat in a daze, holding the picture album he had just dug out in his hand.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Di Xiu got out of the car first.

Lin Mu paid the money, pulled Yan Xuanjing, and the two stayed in the management room at the door.

The cat in the management room was still so sweet. When it saw Lin Shu, it came up and limply fell on his feet, with its tail wrapping around Lin Shu's ankles, meowing sweetly.

Lin Mu simply sat on the steps, stroking the cat and telling his clients that he would no longer be a green plant.

The street office already knew that he was leaving, so they didn't say much, but unceremoniously deducted his salary for this month.

Yan Xuanjing stood aside, looked down at Lin Mu stroking the cat, and then raised his eyes to Dixiu in the cemetery.

It's not the same as the last time I came to the cemetery.

This time Dixiu was not just a phantom, but a real human figure.

He stood there, looking extremely thin and helpless under the autumn sun.

Lin Mu stopped knocking on his phone, and looked up into the cemetery.

Di Xiu had squatted down, looking at the photo on the tombstone, speechless.

"I still don't dare to say anything." Lin Mu, with excellent eyesight, looked at the father in the cemetery who was staring at the tombstone in a daze, and sighed, "Coward."

Yan Xuanjing looked back, raised his hand and picked up the raccoon cat that was rolling in Lin Mu's arms, and threw it aside.

"He didn't say anything last time." Lin Mu slightly turned his head, "I guess he still didn't say anything after I left."

"What did you say?" Yan Xuanjing was somewhat confused by Lin Mu's words, "There is no soul in that tomb, so nothing can be conveyed."

"It's not a question of passing or not." Lin Mu stretched out his hand and tugged on La Yan Xuanjing's sleeve, dragged him to sit down, and said, "The tombstone is just a sustenance for the living."

Many people have a lot of words that they cannot tell the living, but they can say a lot at the grave of the dead.

Complaining, yearning, hatred, malice, joy...

The dead are always able to accept all talk in silence.

"Dad should have a lot to say to Mom." Lin Mu clenched his hands into fists, crossed his chin and squinted his eyes slightly in the autumn sunset, "Don't say it, probably because I didn't really let go of Mom's death. Bar."

Hearing this, Yan Xuanjing raised his head and glanced at Di Xiu who was standing in the cemetery, but he didn't quite understand this feeling.

Lin Mu looked at Yan Xuanjing and sighed slightly.

He can understand.

Of course, my father couldn't let go of my mother's death.

——Because my mother always had hope and left while waiting with no end in sight.

If it is an accident, if it is the end of life, if it is a completely foreseeable death, then as a monster who often faces death, of course he can accept it calmly.

Just like the little monster who accepted the death of his brother calmly before.

But Mom's death wasn't like that.

She is waiting, looking forward to hope.

She carefully kept the time when Dixiu hadn't participated, waiting for him to come home, and wanted to give him a surprise.

But before she could wait, the life that belonged to her had already withered.

Just like what Lin Mu said when he knew that Dixiu was still alive——

"You came so late." That's what Lin Mu said at the time, he said, "It's too late."

Dixiu rummaged through the study room, groped for things in the attic, and glimpsed a trace of time in satisfaction, but never had the courage to spread it out completely, and accepted it with pleasure.

Once these are fully accepted, the reality of Lin Xueji's death during the long wait will be overwhelmed, making him unavoidable.

"Coward." Lin Mu said this again, playing with Yan Xuanjing's hand, and sighed old-fashionedly, "I still have too little experience!"

Yan Xuanjing looked sideways slightly, took Lin Mu's hand behind his back, interlocked his fingers, and reminded: "Based on the age of becoming a spirit, Di Xiu is at least three or four thousand years old."

"But he didn't really come out to contact the outside world for a few years longer than me." Lin Mu calculated, and then nodded, "even shorter than me. After all, Dad has been imprisoned for so many years, and these years don't count."

The old monster who has lived for 4000 years will never be bound by this kind of emotion, Lin Mu thought.

It is not something a mature man would do to fear and even avoid the guilt and guilt he will bear.

Di Xiu, who was squatting in front of the tombstone in a daze, sighed softly.

——Lin Mu didn't lower his voice, but Dixiu, whose demon power had increased greatly after recovering his body, listened to the words of the two juniors completely.

"...I've been looked down upon by my son." Di Xiu looked at the tombstone and sighed softly.

Then he said softly, "But he's right."

After Dixiu finished saying this sentence, he was stunned for a while, and after a long while, he said softly: "It was very painful at that time, but I carried it over, and I didn't die."

"But I couldn't escape either." Dixiu said in a low voice, "But my luck is much better than that of Diwu, and he still has to stay in Zhongyuan to avoid karma."

My luck is also better than Qin Chuan, better than Mirage, and better than Nie Shen.

While thinking about it, Di Xiu said, "Better than Yan Gui."

Yan Gui has been chasing his wife for 400 years, how could he be so lucky.

"I'm very lucky." He said with a faint smile, "It would be great if you were alive."

pity.

There are eight or nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life.

"I also want to thank you for believing in me."

But Lin Xueji still couldn't wait for him after all.

Di Xiu fell silent again.

He looked at the photos on the tombstone for a long time, and finally took out the key Lin Mu gave him, opened the small base under the tombstone, and took out the urn inside.

"I remember you said that you really want to see what the Great Wilderness is like."

Di Xiu carefully wiped the box clean, and lightly tapped the surface with his fingertips.

"I'll take you home."