I didn't become a human today

It's a giant glowing maze.

Ji Ran stood in the middle of the maze, looking at everything.

Numerous intertwined trees and vines weave this maze. There are dead ends in all directions, and there is only one way, which leads to the exit.

There is a clear smell in the air, which is the smell of grass and trees when the rain is over and the sky is sunny.There is no light here, but it is not dark.There were many dust-like light spots floating in the air, and those light spots emitted a faint green light, allowing him to see everything around him clearly.

He walked back and forth in the maze several times, each time to a dead end.Gradually, he found a pattern.

Follow the glowing dust.

The dust is always floating in one direction, and that road can take him out of the predicament.

Sure enough, when Ji Ran followed the dust to the end of the maze, he looked back and saw the whole maze.

This labyrinth is the vein inside a tree, the life vein of that century-old tea tree.And these luminous dust floating in the air are the things called life that have been flowing in the veins of trees.

He stood at the other end of the maze, and at a glance, those luminous pathways were intertwined, layered upon layer, and continued to extend outward, forming the shape of a tree, and at the root of the tree... there was a very Weird things, curled up...

He didn't linger, turned around and walked out of the maze.

"Young master, the master is here to supervise the people who are pruning the tea trees, you follow, isn't this adding to the trouble?"

Ji Ran suddenly came back to his senses, he was still in the maze last second, after walking out of the maze, time went back again, unexpectedly brought him to the past again.

"Uncle Housekeeper." Ji Ran dangled the hem of the old housekeeper's clothes, "What season is it now? What did you say to trim?"

The old butler looked helpless, "It's summer now. After picking the tea trees in spring, the leaves and branches will grow more lush in summer. In order to facilitate picking in the coming year, it is necessary to prune the old leaves and branches, and prune the tea trees uniformly. same height."

Yes, I remembered.

Ji Ran remembers that when he was a child, starting from the age of five, his mind often went blank suddenly, and sometimes he would suddenly forget what he had just done, and he was sleeping in the house, but when he came to his senses, he was outside the house.

Thinking about it now, it was probably during that time that the future self occupied his consciousness, and then he was connected into a coherent memory.

In other words, going back in time is real.

In the scorching summer, the old housekeeper arranged deck chairs under the tree, and cut some watermelons and put them aside.

Father Ji likes to do things by himself. Under the leadership of Father Ji, the servants outside the tea garden began to build branches, and the air was filled with the smell of green grass.

After the old housekeeper left, Ji Ran couldn't wait to walk around the tree.

"Song Yu? Song Yu, are you there?"

"I'm here." Song Yu poked her head out from the branch, she looked like a young girl, but she hadn't seen her for a few months, and the little girl she was originally had grown so tall.

Song Yu picked up a piece of watermelon, put it on the tip of his nose, sniffed it, and then put it down.

"The question from last time, can you tell me now? Why do you in spring, summer, autumn and winter look like four completely different people? Why do you in spring know nothing, but in winter, you remember everything?"

Song Yu stroked a loose strand of long hair, she looked completely different from before, less immature as a child, more mature, she didn't look happy, she always looked preoccupied.

"Because of... the pain."

Ji Ran was full of doubts, "Painful? Can you be more specific?"

Song Yu sat on a branch and looked into the distance, "I have a very tragic and terrible past, whenever I think about it, I will become hysterical, full of resentment, become crazy, and even do some dangerous things to hurt people passing by. Until one day, a man appeared."

Resentful?So Song Yu is actually a resentful spirit?Ji Ran had some clues, and continued to ask her, "What kind of man?"

Song Yu frowned, "I don't remember, it was hundreds of years ago. I only know that that man feeds on pain, and every spring, he would come here to eat part of my pain, so Only then will there be the short, carefree me in spring. He will seal up my memory and release it little by little, so that I will not be full of resentment and endanger the world."

The four seasons are reincarnated, the tea tree has gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and puts on new leaves year after year, and her memory is also reincarnated.

Song Yu lowered his eyes slowly, and shed a tear, "Did you know? Pain can completely change a person, and it was the man who feeds on pain that saved me. In this way, even in winter, when I think of everything, I still remember everything. Suffering, but as long as I think of winter, he will come to eat my pain, and welcome the happy, carefree me in spring. No matter how difficult it is, I will try my best to endure it. That is me and The agreement between him, once someone's life is hurt, he will not come."

"What is it about the past that caused you such pain?"

Song Yu shook his head repeatedly, looking worried. "I don't remember, I only think of these. It's the same sentence, if you want to know all the stories about me, then come to me in winter."

Now there are more clues.

From Song Yu's mouth, Ji Ran knew the existence of a man, a man who would come every spring as promised to eat the pain.

In the evening, when Father Ji and the old housekeeper finally returned, Ji Ran had already fallen asleep on the recliner under the tea tree.

A good night's dream.

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When Ji Ran woke up, it was dawn.

He was a little sleepy, he didn't know when he came back from that grotesque world, and was that adventure last night a dream, or did it really happen?

He was lying on the table, with an empty cup in front of him.

The tea leaves sank to the bottom of the cup, no longer green, like dried fish.

He supported the table and stood up. This series of movements affected the wound on his back, which was extremely painful.

If what happened last night is true, then this century-old tea tree is really not simple. It can go back in time and bring the current Ji Ran into his childhood body.

And Kudingcha is the only way for him to communicate with this century-old tea tree.

He needs more Kudingcha.

Enduring the pain, Ji Ran walked out step by step. There was a harsh voice at the door. Turning the corner, Ji Ran saw Liang Bo bent over, sharpening the knife, his movements stiff and repetitive, and his eyes were out of focus.

"Uncle Liang? Do you still have Kudingcha?"

Liang Bo's movements suddenly stopped, and his eyes instantly became focused.

"The previous ones were all picked by myself. You have also seen that I can still pick the low ones, but I can't do enough to pick the high ones. If you want more, just pick some yourself. I can pick them." Baking for you."

As he said that, he turned around holding the knife and murmured, "This tree, like me, is old and dying, and it can be picked for a year. In the future... maybe there will be no such good Kudingcha again." It's..."