I'm just a courier boy

Is there anything worse in this world than piercing the sky?

The worst metaphor for things is nothing more than "the sky is falling and whoever is holding it up"... Jiang Miaomiao silently looked at the sun, moon and stars hanging in the sky, and suddenly sighed, although he didn't know why he To sigh.

Perhaps it was because he had already known all this from myths and legends. When he saw the sky collapse, he was not shocked at all. However, he had a sense of destiny. He knew that everything would happen, and everything did happen.

Although he already knew the ending, Jiang Miaomiao felt as if someone had arranged all of this through him...no, through the hands of Gonggong after experiencing all of this in person.

arranged?

Jiang Miaomiao came back to her senses, and suddenly felt that her idea was a bit funny. Gonggong is the god of water, the omnipotent god, the god who smashed the sky pillar with his head, who would dare to arrange him?Who can arrange him?

Jiang Miaomiao was laughing at his own thoughts, but suddenly there was a sudden shaking, and then the scene in front of him gradually faded away...

He fell into the familiar darkness again, his consciousness seemed to be floating in mid-air, and the world was spinning violently. After an unknown period of time, a little light finally appeared in front of his eyes.

He slowly opened his eyes, and found that he was back in the small pool again, and was still floating on the surface of the water. He quickly swam towards the shore before he sank again.

After Jiang Miaomiao climbed to the shore, he found that he seemed to have returned to the small cave in the Shiwan Dashan, but Meng Chongli and Li Wuluan who were supposed to be here were gone. He was about to shout their names when there was a sudden sound outside. footsteps.

"...Meng Chongli?"

Jiang Miaomiao subconsciously called Meng Chongli's name, but as the man approached, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Uncle Meng?"

Jiang Miaomiao opened her mouth slightly, and couldn't believe his own eyes. The man who suddenly appeared in front of him was clearly his adoptive father who had been missing for many years!

The man in front of him can hardly tell his age, he seems to be 20 years old, and he seems to be 40 years old. He looks handsome and ugly at the same time, his eyes seem to be vicissitudes of life, and he seems to be innocent. Two completely different temperaments are mixed in him , contradictory but not too inconsistent.

Jiang Miaomiao couldn't believe his eyes, the person he had been looking for for so many years and hadn't found one day unexpectedly appeared on his own initiative!

This man was the monk surnamed Meng who indirectly caused Jiang Miaomiao to transform into human form when crossing the Shiwanda Mountain more than 20 years ago, and finally picked up the transformed Jiang Miaomiao to raise him...that is, Jiang Miaomiao's adoptive father.

"Uncle Meng? Uncle Meng? Is it really you?"

Jiang Miaomiao is full of joy. Ever since his adoptive father disappeared, he has been trying to find someone for many years. However, he knows that his adoptive father is powerful and cultivated, so he is not too worried. However, he still has some concerns that he should have. Now that he finally reunited with his adoptive father, He was naturally quite happy.

Uncle Meng looked at Jiang Miaomiao, his eyes seemed to reveal the joy of reunion after a long absence, and seemed to be mixed with some more complicated emotions. After a while, he managed to squeeze out a smile: "...Long time no see, Miaomiao."

"Uncle Meng, it really is you..." Jiang Miaomiao greeted Uncle Meng ecstatically, "Where have you been all these years? Why haven't you contacted me?"

Uncle Meng still looked Jiang Miaomiao up and down, his eyes seemed to be filled with relief: "...you... have grown up."

"Of course," Jiang Miaomiao smiled helplessly, "It's been so many years, of course I've grown up, but you haven't changed much, Uncle Meng."

Cultivators are different from ordinary people. There is no difference between decades and years. The passage of time is not painful to them, let alone a powerful cultivator like Uncle Meng. Jiang Miaomiao looked at Uncle Meng's face carefully. But suddenly found that Uncle Meng seemed to have changed a bit compared to before, it seemed to be facial features, and it seemed to be his demeanor...

"But where have you been all these years, Uncle Meng? I've been looking for you, why didn't you contact me?" Jiang Miaomiao had a lot of questions to ask and things to say, "By the way, Uncle Meng, I bought a house! house, and, and... I have a... ahem, a friend..."

Jiang Miaomiao didn't know how to introduce Meng Chongli, hesitated for a while, and finally introduced him as a friend... If it was a boyfriend, it would probably surprise Uncle Meng, right?

He had a lot of things he wanted to say to his adoptive father whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and he babbled on a lot without knowing it. After saying nothing, he stopped awkwardly.

"How about you, Uncle Meng?"

Uncle Meng twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "It's not worth mentioning, there's nothing to say..."

Jiang Miaomiao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Uncle Meng, after you come back this time...do you want to leave?"

Uncle Meng took a deep look at Jiang Miaomiao: "...not leaving."

Jiang Miaomiao was overjoyed: "Really? Then, Uncle Meng, do you want to live with us? The house I bought... Cough, squeeze, squeeze, should still be able to squeeze out a room!" The boss must want a room Yes, although I don't know if I can find him yet, that guy Wang Hong will get the job done, and Si Rui'er can only sleep on the sofa... Wait, actually, these ghosts don't need to rest, do they?

Just when Jiang Miaomiao was whimsical, Uncle Meng suddenly said: "I will stay with you, always with you... I will never leave again..."

Jiang Miaomiao blinked, slightly puzzled, he didn't know why Uncle Meng said these words suddenly, and was about to ask, but Uncle Meng suddenly changed the subject: "I haven't been back to Shiwan Dashan for a long time, you took me everywhere Shall I turn around?"

Jiang Miaomiao's heart was slightly moved. When he had just turned into a human form, he had lived with Uncle Meng in Shiwanda Mountain for several years. Later, the two left Shiwanda Mountain for a human city.

"Here... a lot has changed..."

"I know."

"It has become a scenic spot. Tickets are charged for entering from the outside."

"I saw."

Jiang Miaomiao took Uncle Meng out of the small cave, and walked around in the [-] mountains, visiting the plants and trees that they were very familiar with.

"By the way," Jiang Miaomiao hesitated, "Uncle Meng, did you see my two friends when you came in?" Where did Meng Chongli and Li Wuluan go?

Uncle Meng paused, then said in a deep voice, "No."

Jiang Miaomiao was a little puzzled, but continued to take Uncle Meng to visit Shiwan Dashan. Fortunately, most of the places where they lived had not been developed, so there were no tourists, few people, and they did not encounter those absconding magicians.

Jiang Miaomiao originally wanted to ask Uncle Meng if he had met those Moxiu who had fled, but he remembered the portraits Li Wuluan had shown him before, and swallowed the question in a strange way. He didn't know who Li Wuluan and the others were looking for. It wasn't Uncle Meng, but he didn't want to admit it from the bottom of his heart... even though it was difficult for him to explain to himself why Uncle Meng appeared in this place at this time, and he looked so similar to the person Li Wuluan was looking for. The coincidence seemed to imply and express something, but Jiang Miaomiao was still unwilling to think deeply.

Jiang Miaomiao has experienced all this personally, so he is even more unwilling to accept that his adoptive father who raised him is the mastermind behind all of this, but he knows that asking Uncle Meng may clarify all this, but he is too terribly afraid to speak. ask.

His mood is very contradictory. He is willing to believe in his adoptive father unconditionally, but he can't restrain the doubts that are constantly sprouting in his heart. Even if these doubts have just risen and he has decisively extinguished them, he still can't get rid of them... Doubt is like a seed, once planted, it keeps sprouting and growing.

Jiang Miaomiao led Uncle Meng back to his hometown with a conflicted mood. During this period, he had been secretly trying to find Meng Chongli or Li Wuluan, but the strange thing was that there seemed to be no one inhabited within a hundred miles. He finally discovered an even stranger thing, They walked for so long, it seemed that they didn't even see a single human being.

He didn't take it seriously before, thinking that this is an undeveloped area, so there are no tourists, but now after walking for so long, he finally realized with hindsight that Shiwan Dashan itself is a fairly mature scenic spot. There are many undeveloped areas, and even in undeveloped places, there should be one or two curious tourists trying to take risks.

Jiang Miaomiao's heart gradually sank. Except for the sounds of nature such as insects and birds, the entire Shiwanda Mountain seemed to be extremely quiet, without any human-made noise. But the sun has not set yet, so it should not be in the scenic spot yet. Closing time, not to mention that even if the scenic spot is closed, it is impossible for tourists to leave the scenic spot in a short time.

He subconsciously glanced at Uncle Meng at the side, but saw that his adoptive father had a calm face, as if he didn't know anything about this matter, and he didn't seem to take it seriously... He hesitated for a while, and finally swallowed the question back into the stomach.

Jiang Miaomiao was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would break the current calm and his careful fantasy... He was silent for a long time, and then heaved a long sigh.

At this moment, Uncle Meng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "This place has changed a lot."

This topic finally made Jiang Miaomiao less frightened. He breathed a sigh of relief, and echoed with a smile: "Yes, the vicissitudes of life and the changes in the world are nothing more than that."

He stayed in Shiwanda Mountain for thousands of years, but the long thousands of years and this short period of twenty years are completely incomparable. For thousands of years, Shiwanda Mountain has been a barren mountain with dense forests but few people. For thousands of years, the stars have changed and the world has changed, but the Hundred Thousand Mountains have not changed much. It was not until these 20 years that they were gradually developed into scenic spots bit by bit. There have been earth-shaking changes, from sparsely populated to crowded. .

Uncle Meng took a deep look at Jiang Miaomiao: "You have changed too."

Jiang Miaomiao paused, smiled and asked, "I've changed? Where have I changed? Have I grown up?"

Uncle Meng looked deeply at Jiang Miaomiao, and didn't speak for a long time. Jiang Miaomiao was a little puzzled. He always felt that although Uncle Meng was looking at him, his eyes were very far away, as if he was looking at someone else through him.

Jiang Miaomiao always felt that Uncle Meng's eyes were familiar but unfamiliar, as if his adoptive father had looked at him like this before... But at that time he had just transformed into a human form, and he couldn't understand those complicated eyes or emotions well, because Non-human beings don't have such mixed emotions.

But after living in human society for 20 years, he seems to be gradually able to understand the complex emotions of human beings.