The giant tree of light that occupies the entire Caucasus bursts into mourning.
Terrifying scars emerged from it, flowing out like a waterfall of blood.
The light representing the gods swayed from the sky, flickering dimly, until finally, with the roar of rupture, it completely dissipated.
A tragic rift appeared above the paradise on earth.
After the entire axis was penetrated, it was completely penetrated from the inside out, completely destroying its foundation and structure, and completely destroying the eternal and silent heaven.
In the disintegrating paradise, all the glory that once existed has completely collapsed.
The earth was engulfed in flames, rivers evaporated, and the souls of all the dead disappeared in the swaying shadows. The paradise that was once enough to make anyone fascinated has been completely broken.
And the god was nailed to the center of the rift.
He let the sword penetrate his body without any resistance.
He just smiled and stared at the enemy in front of him, waiting for the relief that was about to come.
However, the sword blade stopped abruptly.
Before destruction comes.
Just like it had been planned.
Without any concern that he might be destroyed by a blow from the god, he made the same choice as Abraham did in the past.
"Sure enough, you just... want to die, right?"
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan stared at the face covered with blood, and sat down on the ground tiredly: "Do you really want to die in my hands, Charles?"
"Isn't this bad?"
Ciel stared at the cracked sky and murmured softly: "This is the best ending, isn't it? This world does not need gods... From the beginning, I understood. As long as I live, all value will be lost. "
"...This world doesn't need me."
He finally showed a real smile, as soft and soft as before.
Ye Qingxuan was silent.
He lowered his eyes sadly.
"Stop being like a child, little Ye Zi, and stop hesitating."
Ciel spread his arms as if embracing a collapsed paradise, welcoming the end: "Just take pity on me and do what you should do. Come on, kill me and save your world."
So, Ye Qingxuan reached out, grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and pulled the blade out of the crack in his chest.
The burning residual light rises high, like the afterglow of heaven.
It illuminated Ciel's broken smile.
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.
At that moment, cracks emerged from the sword blade.
In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the weapon capable of killing the gods was broken, and thousands of fragments flew in the air with a crisp lingering sound.
In the hand where the blade was cut, red blood flowed out from the scar and fell on Ciel's face, smelling of rust.
"Ciel, I'm not here to save the world—"
He said, "To save you."
From the wound on that palm, countless fine crystals of ether emerged, as small as dust, but as complex as the world in motion.
That was something borrowed from Bai Xi, an alchemical matrix engraved in the blood.
A low aria flows from it, quiet and distant.
Among the thousands of threads of thoughts, they are intertwined to form the prototype of the soul.
The dim light of the candle glowed from it and was reflected in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, as if to illuminate the dark world.
"So bear with the pain, Ciel, it won't be the last time."
He opened his palms and shed the light of redemption on the son of the god in front of him:
"—I will not allow you to die alone."
In the silence, the dim light of the candle fell from Ye Qingxuan's hand, traced a straight trajectory, sank into Charles's chest, and disappeared into the scars of the sword blade.
At that moment, a hoarse scream burst out from the god's mouth.
It was the roar of heaven and earth shaking.
Pure flames burst out from Ciel's body, sweeping like a torrent, engulfing the broken paradise wherever it passed, igniting the paradise on earth, and burning everything in this mournful scream.
It was fire and pain.
He brutally killed everything, pulled the gods off the altar, and caused the kingdom of heaven to fall into the fire of hell.
First came the Kingdom of Eden, followed by the scepter, the Chapter of Fate, and even all music theory... all the miracles and great power were burned in the flames.
After taking everything away, the original sin of man was filled into that empty and bloody body.
First there was sadness and hesitation, then anger and despair...
In the midst of mourning, it kills natural disasters and revives human beings.
…
Deep in the etheric realm, the turbulence finally returned to calm.
Countless surviving musicians looked up to the highest point in fear and ecstasy, staring at the collapse of Eden. On that huge country, countless pillar foundations slowly broke and dissipated.
The huge realm ushered in the final collapse, flying into the far-reaching realm of high-level dimensions and disappearing.
The gods are falling.
With an unprecedented roar, the land of the Caucasus was immersed in turmoil.
Countless torrents of blood flowed down from the towering Book of Light, causing the purified desolate land to be polluted by the world again, and returning the frozen soil and wasteland.
As the Tree of Light shattered, countless dust-covered wings emerged from the land of the Caucasus, igniting the long dark night, as if they were about to envelop the entire world.
Before they unfolded, they disintegrated, turned into the flash of stars, and returned to the ocean of ether. Only a distant and sad song is left, pitying the end of paradise.
God's salvation, a peaceful world, a peaceful paradise...
In the end, he was rejected by humans.
All that remains is the world that has not changed.
The stars still shine.
Those tiny rays of light fell from the sky, illuminating the embers of paradise, and the pair of slowly opening eyes, tired and silent, as if awakened from a long sleep, unable to adapt to the pain brought by life.
"Little Ye Zi, will a new era come?"
Ciel murmured softly: "Will the beautiful world you expect really come?"
"Will do."
Ye Qingxuan nodded.
“Would that world be as full of strife as it is now?”
"Maybe." Ye Qingxuan said, "If this is human nature."
"I believe it is not."
Charles laughed softly, "The disputes...will end one day, right? Everyone on the earth loves each other, just like in the kingdom of God. There may still be troubles and sorrows, but long-term peace and stability A life that will enable everyone to face everything with integrity. Will such a world come?"
He stared at Ye Qingxuan expectantly, "Is there a world where everyone can live without hurting others?"
"Well, there will be a day."
Ye Qingxuan nodded and promised him: "On that day, even the new world I created will be abandoned as ancient things. The perfect world will be created by people who are a hundred times stronger than us. On that day, It will definitely come.”
But his words were not answered.
When Ye Qingxuan looked over, he realized that he had closed his eyes.
It was like meeting a long-awaited dream again, with a smile, calmness and tranquility.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then took off his coat and covered him.
"Go to sleep, Ciel."
He murmured softly.
The nightmare is over.
Everything for you has just begun.
…
When Ye Qingxuan stood up from the ground, his expression returned to calm.
Maybe it's all over.
Perhaps, there are still some issues that have not been resolved.
He stared at the last remnants of the paradise on earth in front of him, and his eyes seemed to have passed through the barrier of matter and fell into the deepest part of the etheric world, looking at the distant world where the aftermath gradually calmed down.
Seize this last moment.
And in this silence, he suddenly had a real understanding: Maybe, for the ether... humans are the sudden natural disasters, right?
He broke into this silent world as he pleased, created his own civilization without permission, considered himself the primate of all things, and thought he owned everything.
Creation, destruction, rise, and destruction, he was absorbed in interpreting his own joys and sorrows, but he never asked about the real owner of this place.
"Whether it's Dayuan or anything else."
Ye Qingxuan said softly: "You are looking at me, right?"
At that moment, it seemed like nothing happened.
But in this silence, there seemed to be a vague response in the aftermath of the explosion in the deepest part of the etheric world.
The endless sea of ether is stirring, and with the huge aftermath caused by the fall of the gods, it outlines the distant outline.
Just like a pair of blurry eyes, they cast a quick glance at the world during their long sleep.
Stare at him quietly.
Listen to his words.
Perhaps, that is the end of all mysteries and power, the source and destination of all ether, the great source that humans dream of.
Compared with the long time He has experienced, the thousands of years of human beings are just a short moment. The rise and fall of countless dynasties is nothing more than a long sleep to Him.
Human beings confined to matter have never touched His marrow. For hundreds of years, humans have borrowed the power of ether, squandering miracles and disturbing His dreams.
Thus, bubbles called "natural disasters" and "gods" were born out of the complex prayers and cries.
By now, maybe even He feels helpless and bored, right?
In this seemingly eternal silence, Ye Qingxuan stared into His eyes and spoke out the request from human beings.
"I want to talk to the world."
…
I don’t know how long it took.
Time seems to have stopped flowing, and human perception cannot comprehend its profound flow.
When the first piece of snow fell from the sky, the brief and peaceful conversation came to an end.
"Well, thank you for your generosity."
Ye Qingxuan stood up, stroked his chest, saluted, and said goodbye with human etiquette: "According to the agreement, from now on, the Ethernet will preside over the operation of the Ether Realm and completely block the path of mankind to the Great Source. There will be no new natural disasters. , and no one will disturb Dayuan’s peaceful sleep.”
"Perhaps when you wake up next time, the world will be different again, right?"
No one responded to his words.
As the last aftermath in the etheric world dissipated, the etheric sea returned to calm.
It's like nothing happened.
No one knew that a distant door quietly closed.
The world has ushered in a new era.
In such a quiet way.
…
…
When the faint sunlight emerged from the end of the ice sea, Bach saw the figure of Ye Qingxuan in the distance, the first person to step out of that desolate land.
brought about the final outcome of the war.
He raised his head, sat on the ice, and looked up at the silent young man. After a long night, they all have the same tired eyes.
Ye Qingxuan told him: "It's over."
"Where is God?" Bach asked.
"already dead."
This is Ye Qingxuan's answer.
As if he understood something, Bach nodded and said no more.
The two of them watched the sun rising in the distance in silence.
After a long time, Ye Qingxuan smoked the last cigarette.
"I'm leaving, do you want me to give you a lift?"
"No thanks."
Bach smiled and put the cold pipe beside him: "Just leave me alone for a while."
"So, goodbye."
"See you."
Bach smiled and did not watch him leave, but just stared at the place where the sun rose.
a long time.
He closed his eyes peacefully.
The old era has come to an end.
Ending Tide and Wind
The distant wind blew in the sound of the tide.
Above the endless blue sea, the red dragon flag hangs high from the steel ship, accompanying the fleet as it rides the wind and waves, making huge waves and moving straight forward.
"How far is it?"
"It will be soon, Your Majesty." Christine replied, "It will be soon."
Then Mary's expression returned to calmness and composure again, and Her Majesty the Queen was as majestic as ever. Unless someone knew her well, they would not see that she seemed nervous and restless.
Asked many times along the way, Kristen could only repeat the same answer. Fortunately, this time, the outline of the distant city could finally be seen in the distance.
"It's only been three months."
Kristine put down the observation glass and sighed softly: "It has become completely different from the past."
Geraint, who had returned from patrolling the deck, smiled and said, "After all, His Excellency Hand of God, even if he creates any miracles, it won't surprise anyone. It's a pity that he entered the 'grave' at such a young age..."
Today, Geraint has just celebrated his thirty-fifth birthday. He no longer looks young, but he is still full of handsome masculine charm. Especially since his character is not as rigid as that of his predecessor Tristan, when he said this, he couldn't help but have a hint of ridicule.
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed two unpleasant eyes falling on his face.
"Sir Geraint!"
Kristine glared at him hatefully: This idiot doesn't pick up any pot!
Geraint, who felt he had made a mistake, immediately saluted the Queen in embarrassment, not daring to stay any longer. He made an excuse and prepared to run to the deck for another walk.
But as soon as he stepped onto the deck, he heard the piercing sirens from the observation ship.
In an instant, the entire escorting royal fleet quickly entered a state of alert, and dragon power appeared on the flagship Royal Light. Brutal bestiality emerged from the reflection on the sea, staring coldly at the sky.
And just above the sky, a huge shadow suddenly appeared.
It was as if a huge object suddenly smashed into the sky. Amidst the roar of the hurricane, the clouds were torn apart, and a thick and substantial shadow was cast towards the sea.
Overlaying the Royal Fleet.
For a moment, even the navy, which was secretly ready to fire, did not react.
what is that?
Amid everyone's astonished expressions, above the sky, the huge city played a majestic melody, echoing the pulse of heaven and earth, moving forward seemingly slowly but really quickly.
Wherever he passed, the sea of ether dragging beneath the city set off layers of silvery waves.
Magnificent and grand miracles come to the world.
"Don't act rashly!"
Geraint, who was the first to react, announced to the whole ship: "That is the Winged People who were invited to the Cloud Tower just like us. Stay alert. It is probably just a misunderstanding. The inspired musician first asked the other party about their intention, warned of the risk of accidents, and requested The other party quickly withdrew from our coastal defense zone."
Although he said this, as a royal protector, Geraint was inevitably unhappy.
The majestic Anglo Royal Fleet, which even includes Her Majesty the Queen's ships, is now literally being ridden on its head by a group of winged birdmen. To put it more seriously, this is no longer a diplomatic accident, right?
In sensitive times, it can almost be seen as a declaration of war.
Moreover, just for a quick trip, she almost went to war to move the entire country through the Ether Realm, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, and moved here... How free is Her Majesty the Queen?
Even if the whole family went to the banquet to express their solemnity, how could they bring the house with them?
Almost as quick as the reaction of the royal fleet, a group of winged people surrounding the sky escorting the country slowly approached, stopped at a safe distance, leaned down to salute and apologize, and then quickly turned away to follow the queue. .
Millions of birds guarded the city flying in the sky, speeding up and leaving the range of the royal fleet.
Alert lifted.
Geraint wiped the cold sweat from his head and began to have a headache again, wondering how to report this matter to his Majesty.
And just on the bridge, the silent Mary suddenly made a voice.
"Christine?"
"His Majesty-"
The awe-inspiring female knight leaned forward: "What are your orders?"
"Speed up a little faster." Mary said expressionlessly, "We'll get there before them."
"yes."
Christine nodded, turned around and ordered, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw her Majesty biting her lip quietly and muttering softly: "If I had known better, I should have brought the satellite island here..."
In the end, are you angry because your appearance is being compared?
Kristen couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He is obviously so majestic at other times, but when it comes to Prince Ye, he becomes very childish...
As the fleet accelerated, the shadow of the distant city gradually enlarged, revealing its outline like a huge city forged from steel.
It is completely different from the original Yunlou.
Ever since the god took back Yunlou City from the Liu family with the Ye family's clan land, the old Yunlou City was bulldozed overnight - no, not so much bulldozed. It was said to be literally "uprooted" and then thrown into the nearby seabed to serve as the foundation for the satellite city.
On the originally empty foundation, new crustal movements were created, causing the seabed to rise. Overnight, the area of Yunlou City expanded several times.
Then, on the new foundation, steel grew out of the ground like a tree. The unprecedented movement of change almost emptied out all the iron ore within thousands of nautical miles, creating what is now the shining indifferent iron. The majestic city of light.
If the destructive power of God's hand originally frightened the hearts of all nations, then the means of creation now have frightened countless people.
Since the fall of the gods, this Hand of God has become the most powerful person in the world unprecedented in a hundred generations. As long as he is willing, he can coerce all countries at any time and become the new god on earth.
Fortunately for everyone, after the Caucasus trip, the Son of God left Angelo and lived in isolation in Yunlou. He even disclosed the access permission to the Ethernet to the world almost free of charge. The power that could be exclusive is shared with everyone in the world.
Since the destruction of the Sacred Cauldron, unless the musician of the Scepter transforms half of himself into the etheric body, he will find that the difficulty of communicating with the ether instantly increases dozens of times, and the stability of the music is even scarier. It explodes frequently, causing unpredictable and unknown consequences.
In just three days, countless musicians were blown up by their own laboratories.
The original rules established by the three kings of the first generation have been completely abolished with the destruction of the Sacred Cauldron. The rising Ethernet has completely dominated the operation of the Ethernet world.
Even the scepter musicians who were aloof in the past must now bow to the etheric network.
In order to show that he had no intention of using this power to dominate the world, the Hand of God even removed the agency responsible for running the Ethernet from the Royal Research Institute.
Including Newton, all the necessary backbones unified and separated from their original nationalities and became international figures who did not belong to any country.
The operation of Ethernet has been recruiting all over the world, and only qualified musicians can participate.
All technologies for accessing the Ethernet are open to the public. In principle, every country can maintain and operate its local Ethernet.
After taking over all the remaining music theories and channels of the Sacred Cauldron, the Ethernet has become the only way for humans to utilize ether today.
The musicians have also undergone their biggest transformation in hundreds of years, from the old demigods to the new engineers.
This power will be owned by all mankind and will never be monopolized by individuals and organizations... Anyway, that's what it says, believe it or not.
Anyone with eyes can see that in the next few decades, most things in this world, whether it is war or peace, or even the prosperity or collapse of a country, will be decided by the hand of this god.
Especially before killing the god, the hand of this god had already set off an unprecedented bloody storm among the countries.
Now, after three months of waiting in fear among the nations, they finally waited for the new move of the hand of God.
—an invitation to a wedding.
Well, an invitation came from Yunlou City.
I, Ye Qingxuan, am getting married.
Just bring some gifts and see, don't expect anything else.
If you translate the elegant and graceful content on the invitation, it probably means the above.
Get married, get married!
I don’t know how many people breathed a sigh of relief for a while.
Although there will definitely be no benefits, and the gift money must not be small, in any sense, married people must be more stable than those before marriage, and will not occasionally act randomly.
And combined with Ye Qingxuan's construction of Yunlou these days, it seems that after getting married, he will stay at home and live a good life, not going out when he has nothing to do.
Moreover, maybe after a while, the Hand of God will start an exquisite middle-aged health life... Many things can be solved with whiskey and wolfberry, isn't it beautiful!
It’s simply a celebration!
Whether it was the countries that secretly breathed a sigh of relief or the people who simply thanked Ye Qingxuan for saving their civilians, they didn't mind giving their blessings to this wedding.
It can be said that no one is unhappy in this matter except Taichang Temple under Cathay.
Ultimately, the problem lies with the wedding.
The two protagonists of the wedding, one is the Hand of God who can come to the world as a god as long as he is willing, and the other is the supreme emperor of Cathay, the head of the dragon vein, the son of the dragon vein that is closest to perfection in a hundred generations.
So, here comes the question -
The emperor cannot get married, even if all the three princes and nine ministers are beaten to death, he must not get married, otherwise the rule of the country of Cathay will be unstable immediately, and His Majesty is unwilling to give in... Will the Ye family leader be required to come with a red blanket when the time comes? Bringing in a wife?
So, who is marrying whom?
Although everyone knows the answer. But due to His Majesty's face and various other reasons, no one who didn't want to die said this directly.
Therefore, after Taichangqing almost suffered from cerebral congestion, he finally thought of a way.
Isn’t it enough to have a Western-style wedding?
Moreover, the head of the Ye family also has the title of bishop! Although the Order now exists in name only, Order-style weddings are still recognized by both the East and the West.
Although this idea is a bit bad, wouldn't it be better to throw the ball to those barbarians to relieve their headache?
By then, the marriage has been completed, does it still matter who marries whom?
Your Majesty is still your Majesty after all, so it’s better not to worry about other things.
With the political wisdom of the court and Duke Ye's approval, and after several wise men signed a letter, and everyone pretended to go through the procedures at the court meeting, the matter was settled.
The final result was a wedding that seemed to attract the attention of the whole world in a short period of time.
Although the time was set two months later, many people had arrived a month in advance, hoping to "happen" to meet Lord Hand of God before then. As a result, more than twenty days had passed and nothing had been caught.
And it was on the wedding day that the truly important guests appeared.
When the Royal Light arrived at the pier, it happened to be right behind the Burgundian Mission.
Mary, who was originally persuaded to be a little calm by Christine, stepped onto the deck and saw the Prince of Avalon at the port who was chatting happily with the first citizen of Burgundy. She instantly retreated into the cabin and worked hard. Resist the desire to look in the mirror.
"Kristen, how do I look in this outfit?" She pulled her knight as if asking for help, "Isn't it a bit dignified?"
Christine sighed helplessly.
"All right."
Mary bit her lip, took two deep breaths, and tried to calm down.
"Let's go." She pretended to cough twice, "Well, after all, it's not good to keep people waiting."
Just as she stepped off the gangway, she saw the wedding guests waiting on the pier.
He was dressed in the best attire to welcome guests, smiled, and bowed to his former emperor.
"Long time no see, Your Majesty, you are still as charming as ever."
"Nowhere, Mr. Ye is the one."
Mary wanted to be polite, but for some reason, her nose couldn't help but feel a little sore when she spoke: "Um, I..."
But at that moment, Christine suddenly changed her temper and pounced on Mary. The sound of the Knights of the Round Table drawing their swords could not be heard. A group of knights in power armor came out of nowhere and blocked her with their bodies. They arrived in front of Mary and were heavily guarded.
Bang!
"Hey!"
With a brisk shout, something fell from the sky and landed next to Mary, causing a dull echo and flying dust.
In the eyes of everyone who were either stunned or wary, there seemed to be a ray of flame emerging from behind the dust.
In full view of everyone, the Emperor of the Winged People descended from the sky, solemnly like a blazing fire punished by heaven, his red clothes fluttering in the wind, unstained by dust.
However, he was holding a handful of snacks in his hands and his mouth was full.
As if she didn't notice the unusual atmosphere around her, she skillfully stretched out her hand and pulled the man's clothes in front of her: "Ye Qingxuan, Ye Qingxuan, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."
Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, looking at the big bag of snacks in her arms, speechless.
Until this time, the winged people who flew down from the sky after their emperor arrived belatedly. As soon as Caligula landed on the ground and saw this hellish scene, his eyes couldn't help but darken.
It's over.
He slapped his forehead and went to the front of the Anglo mission with a helpless face to apologize.
But his own emperor was unaware of it. He was asking the host of the wedding to ask about the menu: "Ye Qingxuan, I heard from grandpa that there is roasted penguin in the dinner. Is it true?"
Ye Qingxuan looked confused and looked back at Watson:
"And this show?"
"... Just assume it is."
Watson's mood was also very complicated. He could only come over and lower his voice and said: "I will ask someone to go to the kitchen to give instructions later. At the worst, I will ask someone to summon one to come out and kill it."
“…”
Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and he could only hope that there would be no collective food poisoning at his wedding dinner.
"It's so troublesome for you to get married."
Elsa looked at the scene around her, shook her head and sighed: "When we get married, after inviting everyone to dinner in the evening, we go to bed directly with the bride in our arms. By the way, Ye Qingxuan, do you also go to bed with others in your arms? I don't Can you go take a look? Don’t worry, I’ll just take a look and I won’t say anything.”
“…”
Ye Qingxuan didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, after Watson had seen enough of the excitement, he still had his conscience intact and came over to rescue him: "Your Highness, it's time for you to change your clothes."
"Y-really?"
Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his head, nodded and said goodbye: "Excuse me."
Mary, who had hesitated for a long time and finally plucked up the courage, was left in place, frozen in place, and almost her whole body turned gray.
Mr. Ye, I still have something to say...
"What's the matter?"
Elsa looked at her curiously: "Sister, you seem sad?"
"No, it's nothing."
Mary smiled reluctantly, her mood was complicated and difficult to describe.
"Come on, eat some sweets." Elsa blinked, as if she understood something, and comforted her: "There's no need to be sad, we can be friends even after we get married."
"Eh?"
Mary was stunned.
It was like a "click", a remarkable switch was flipped, and a new understanding was gained.
"yes… "
She murmured softly, her eyes brightening: "We can still be friends after getting married."
Next to her, Christine turned her head away in pain.
No, Your Majesty, the "friend" she mentioned and the "friend" you mentioned... have completely different meanings!
…
…
And even in the locker room, there was a rush at the moment.
Ye Qingxuan was changing into cumbersome clothes for the fourth time today, but Watson next to him was still adding to the chaos, pushing a stack of documents over.
"According to your request, the structure of the first committee has been set up. Here is the preliminary list. However, you have to think carefully - is it really okay to share the right to control the world like this?"
"Nothing wrong, right?"
Ye Qingxuan looked up at the list and let the attendants turn him into a clothes rack, putting on layers of dresses: "I can't stand the Scarlet King's life of walking on thin ice, so just give me a vacation. Wait. Wait, why are there a few people missing here?"
"Oh, I was kicked out."
Watson shrugged and pushed another stack of documents over: "Here is the investigation report sent today. A group of idiots are secretly funding Asgard's defeated soldiers to build the Free Army, and they think they are very secretive. As soon as you give it After calming down, they couldn't wait to open the dyeing shop. However, I suspect that there are other people behind this group of clowns. Do you want to continue the investigation? There will definitely be a few great moths out... "
"forget it."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly, "Just throw this thing to them and don't be so murderous. You won't be able to deal with them in time when something happens."
"Leave the troublesome work to me anyway, right?"
Watson's mood suddenly became complicated, "Sooner or later I will die of overwork, Ye Qingxuan."
"Watson, don't underestimate yourself." Ye Qingxuan patted his shoulder and said sincerely: "Shi Dong lived more than two hundred years."
“…”
Watson didn't want to talk anymore, turned and walked away.
Until Ye Qingxuan opened the door and came out, seeing the gloating smile on his face, he suddenly felt something bad: "What's wrong?"
"Your Majesty is missing."
Ye Qingxuan was confused: "Which Majesty?"
Watson couldn't help but rolled his eyes:
"Of course the one you marry."
Then, Ye Qingxuan began to face this strange problem in life.
—On the wedding day, the bride can’t be found, what should I do?
…
…
Half an hour later, when Ye Qingxuan climbed from the balcony of the bedroom to the roof, he finally saw Bai Xi.
She was wearing a white wedding dress, sitting on the tiles, not afraid of dust on her wedding dress, looking at the sea leisurely, holding a fruit plate in her hand, as if she didn't realize how much trouble she had caused. When she saw Ye Qingxuan, He even waved his hands carelessly:
"Cousin, you are here."
After she finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment and thought thoughtfully: "No, you can't call me cousin in the future, right?"
"This kind of thing is up to you."
Ye Qingxuan rubbed her hair angrily, "You won't be scared when things happen, right?"
"No, it's not like you're calling too many people and it's really annoying!"
Bai Xi glared at him, and then his eyes became a little dim: "I don't know why, but I always think of the past lately."
"Because of Yunlou?"
"Not here, there's nothing worth remembering here." Bai Xi shook his head and looked at him: "I mean when we just met."
"oh… "
Ye Qingxuan looked at him faintly: "You mean you framed me the first time we met?"
"Ahaha, has anything so extreme ever happened?"
Bai Xi blinked his eyes with an innocent look on his face, as if he had never done anything.
"Yes, and it happened more than once. There was also that time when you were in the fruit shop. You and Charles took other people's things and ran away, which made the teacher and I very embarrassed following behind. Also, eating It was the same time when we were helping ourselves! There was so much leftover, and they even threw things on my plate, so I was caught and fined... "
Before he finished speaking, he was kicked by Bai Xi: "Why do you remember so clearly?"
"That's all I remember."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I have forgotten many things."
"Last night, I dreamed about my teacher and Charles. They said they would come to my wedding." Bai Xi lowered his head and rubbed his red eyes: "I miss them very much."
"Me too."
Ye Qingxuan reached out and picked her up as if holding a large doll. The girl leaned in his arms, lowered her head, looked at the wedding dress on her body, and her eyes became wandering: "Cousin, am I still living in a dream?"
"Is it a sweet dream?"
"Yeah." Bai Xi nodded.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh: "Then let the sweet dream continue."
"Will you come with me?"
Bai Xi looked at him with a serious expression: "I remind you for the last time, I am very difficult to deal with."
"Don't worry." Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, rubbed her face, and smiled softly: "No matter what happens, I will be with you."
So, Bai Xi stood up, adjusted her wedding dress, dusted it off, and pretended to cough twice, as if she wasn't shy.
"Let's go, the wedding is about to begin."
"good."
Ye Qingxuan held her hand.
…
When the bell rang, Laura, who was called to be the bridesmaid, finally changed Bai Xi's new wedding dress at the last moment, feeling deeply how wise her decision to order two sets of wedding dresses was.
The carriage is about to arrive at the venue.
For the last time, she checked the white gauze fixed on the bride's silver hair. She nodded with satisfaction and put the bouquet into Bai Xi's hand.
"Okay, let's go... Bai Xi? Bai Xi? Are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, oh."
After being stunned for a long time, Bai Xi finally came to his senses and nodded quickly.
"You're not listening at all, are you?"
Laura couldn't help but shake her head, "Do you remember the wedding process? It's just a few simple steps anyway. All you have to do is nod to Father Ben who is officiating the wedding. When you're done, remember to throw the flowers out... Really, Why do I, a never-married person, have to remind you of this?"
Looking at Bai Xi, who was a little lost and so stiff that he could walk smoothly, Laura sighed: Sure enough, she said she was not afraid, but in the end, she was still extremely nervous.
"Come on, just follow me."
She took Bai Xi's hand, pushed open the door of the carriage, and stepped on the red carpet.
The band that had been waiting for a long time played the melody. On both sides of the red carpet, the crowd watching the ceremony cheered. The old man from the tribunal and the musicians from the Royal Academy of Music did not mind the matter and whistled in the crowd. Bai Xi was After two hard stares, the whistle became louder.
Then, Bai Xi became even more nervous.
The wedding dress was so tight that it made her breathless. In the crowd, so many eyes were looking at her, making her a little dizzy.
It would be nice if the dull old man was still here, just like he had promised himself, holding his hand and leading him into the church.
As long as he is here, Bai Xi will not be afraid.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sad.
But in her trance, she seemed to see a familiar face. When she turned around, she saw the blond young man from outside the crowd.
It seems completely different from the past. He is no longer as handsome as before, but his eyes are still as gentle.
Sensing Bai Xi's gaze, he took off his hat with a smile, stroked his chest and saluted.
Amidst the sound of distant sirens, he backed away slowly, waved goodbye, and finally turned around and left.
The slender figure melted into the afternoon sun.
"Bai Xi, what's wrong?" Laura asked softly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No, it's nothing."
Bai Xi laughed.
As if she had gained courage, she raised her head and embarked on a future that belonged to herself and Ye Qingxuan.
"let's go."
…
…
Avalon.
The setting sun casts its golden rays, reflecting the quiet cemetery.
In front of the lonely tombstone, someone unknown presented a bouquet of white flowers.
Dear Abraham…
The distant wind carried the echo of the tide.
All the past ended in silence.
The End
Remarks at the end of the book - Wind and Moon on the Eight Thousand Miles Road
According to Qidian's records, the prologue of the book Silent Crown, which many readers found incomprehensible, was uploaded in July 15, but it was actually written earlier than that.
Probably around April? I have a poor memory for time and past events, and it was no surprise to me that I forgot two-thirds of the names of my high school class the day after I graduated from high school. By the way, the most embarrassing moment of this incident was on the third day of graduation. I met a female classmate on the street. I was stunned for a long time, "Who are you?"
This story tells us that if you forget a few names in spring, you can gain a lot of dislikes without having to wait until autumn.
And you will also lose invitations to future class reunions.
But who cares, right?
That's all in the past.
Compared with this, face blindness is nothing to mention.
Now we have to turn the topic back to its original track and talk about the origin of this book.
At that time, I had left Beijing and came to Shanghai to find a new job. I was leisurely fishing every day, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes, eating hot pot, and listening to Li Zongsheng’s concerts. I don’t know any new books, and I don’t know anything about Tianqi.
What does updating mean to me?
All in all, it was a blast.
I know I deserve a beating for saying this, but I can't tell lies and deceive everyone, right? And now that I’ve finished my book, I’m not even afraid of the monthly ticket, so what else am I afraid of?
Ah, it seems we are going too far again, let’s continue.
One day my boss called me into the office, poured me tea and offered me a cigarette, and then said softly: "Fengyue, how have you been since you came to our company? Oh, it's fine. The company will come back in two days." You got a new employee, will you give me a girlfriend when the time comes?"
This kind of thing sounds bizarre, right?
right!
Because this kind of thing is simply impossible to happen!
There was actually no tea, no cigarettes, and no soft words. The boss at that time was exercising with dumbbells, his two well-developed biceps were ready to flex, and his vest covered the seven scars on his chest.
After beating the last passive copywriter to death in front of me, he wiped his hands clean, turned around and asked me: "Fengyue, do you think our company should be able to create an IP?"
I said roar.
Then you come up with a worldview and a novel. It doesn’t have to be many words, just a few million words. Do you think it’s worth it?
I said OK, no problem, I’ll take care of it!
After luckily saving a dog's life and leaving the office, I squatted at the door and smoked a cigarette to calm down my shock. I felt that the days of playing fish and playing games in pain were gone forever.
Although my heart is nostalgic for the luxurious life of the past where I slept until 12 noon and clocked in to go home and go back to sleep, but in order to survive, I still have to rewrite things.
So, after thinking about it with a few brothers who shared the same apartment, I got an idea from a friend about using music to perform magic, read a few books, and took a few worldview classes...
In short, I rubbed the horse in the east city, the saddle and saddle in the west city, the bridle in the north city, and the whip in the south city, and then I started tinkering with my head, and when I was done, I saw...
Well, musicians, there are natural disasters, there are this natural disaster, that natural disaster, and more natural disasters.
Okay, the career settings are there, and the monsters are all working together.
It’s time to start.
Then, the question comes:
—What’s the protagonist’s name?
This kind of matter is very serious and cannot be called Ergouzi or Tieshuan. If the protagonist's name is not chosen well, no readers will want to read it. Will all the settings I made up be in vain soon?
After trying several names, I finally despaired of my ability to name. I could only extend my vicious hand to the nickname of my friend's newborn daughter...
Yes, let’s call her Qingxuan. Just change it a little and add the first character of her father’s ID, “Ye Qingxuan”, and it’s all set!
And this is a cost-effective deal, much better than any naming website. Not only does it not cost money, but it also solves the problem of the protagonist’s father’s name!
It's like two corpses... No, two fish... No, it should be a stone and a bird or something. Anyway, that's what it means. Just get it!
And, I want to say: I feel so happy to hack Ye Lanzhou to death!
The so-called origin of creation is probably like this.
Also, I wish little Qingxuan will grow up happily, and I hope she will not read this book, so that she will not be disappointed in the despicable world of adults.
She is so cute.
Super cute.
…
In fact, I often felt confused when writing the character Ye Qingxuan.
I don’t want to write a book like Iron Throne 2 or Sky Drive 2. This is a new book and the world is brand new. Old bottles shouldn’t contain new wine, at least they shouldn’t be seen by others, otherwise there will be consequences. Lose my dignity.
Therefore, I had to repeatedly think about Ye Qingxuan and how to distinguish him from Zhou Li.
The character Zhou Li is so much like me.
It’s the dark side hidden in my bones, the cruelty exposed outside.
Compared with him, Ye Qingxuan was the complete opposite.
I gave him something precious to me, just like what Ciel said at the end, he always has compassion for the world, not like Zhou Li who already harbors countless hatred.
He loves this world, unlike Zhou Li, even if the world is unfair to him and has so many sufferings.
Compared with human nature, what he has most in his bones is "divineness". He is compassionate and quiet. He never looks back and walks his own path. If the world is not good, then he will smash it all and create a better one. .
Can make more people happy.
He is full of expectations and trust in the future of mankind, and firmly believes that it will be good.
Although he refuses to become a god, in a sense, he is more suitable to be a god than Ciel.
Ciel is too powerless, sensitive and weak, yet so kind that he is willing to sacrifice himself.
Even if everything is wiped away by the world.
In the past, Wilde, the "poor prince", wrote "The Happy Prince" which many people regarded as a "fairy tale".
The pirated bookseller was uneducated. When he saw a bird that could talk, he put it in a collection of fairy tales. This brought the first shadow of life to countless children. I sincerely hope that they will be beaten to death by the children who grow up. .
The story goes that the statue of the prince was covered with gold leaves, which was brilliant, and his eyes were a pair of sapphires, as beautiful as a weathercock. There was a huge ruby inlaid on the hilt of his sword.
Everyone loves him.
A lonely swallow fell on him. He said that there was a cry from the distance and asked it to give one of its eyes to the sick little boy. The next day, he said that someone was in pain and asked it to give the other eye to him. To those who are in pain.
The swallow loved him and was reluctant to leave, but could not resist his tears and pleading. It pecked off his eyes, sword, and golden clothes and ran around in the winter to bring those things to the prince's mercy.
In the end, people may all be happy.
The prince also lost everything, lost his gorgeous decorations, became ugly, and even lost his swallows, which froze to death in the cold winter.
In the end, all that is left is a heart of lead cracked by the death of the swallow.
No one loves him ugly anymore.
Those he had helped pushed him into a furnace and melted him away, leaving only the cracked lead core and the swallow's body lying in the garbage.
At the end of the story, God said this was a precious treasure and resurrected them in heaven, singing hymns.
But I think this ending was probably forced on by the publisher... In the original story, neither the prince nor the swallow were redeemed.
Unfortunately, this is not a happy and happy story.
This is probably Ciel.
He didn't even have swallows to love him. He sacrificed himself, using his own blood in exchange for food, and his own body in exchange for miracles, but human beings began to be afraid.
But on the other hand, perhaps there is something inherently wrong with pinning the fate of the entire world on whether a person is kind?
Just like what Ciel said, he finally figured it out: the world doesn't need him.
If he had nothing from the beginning, I'm afraid he wouldn't have suffered so much. He may try his best to help those who are suffering, but there will come a time when he feels powerless.
Just like humans.
Just like you and me.
It doesn't seem bad to live a life without regrets.
In short, after gaining a new life in the future, Ciel will surely have a more fantastic and incredible journey to the dark world, right?
How to solve difficult problems as a purely human being? It’s interesting to think about it, but that’s beside the point.
The story of Silent Crown ends here.
From then on, what belongs to humans belongs to humans, and what belongs to the Great Source belongs to the Great Source.
The Inquisition will also be transformed into a pioneering institution for the dark world, and musicians with mobile phones will go out to find jobs after attending training courses, and all spellcasting records will be filed in real time.
After the short industrial revolution, with the power of ether, I am afraid it will soon catch up with the level of modern society, right?
The next story will probably follow another outline I made before I wrote Silence. Well, judging from the time of its birth, Silence should be its prequel.
—The final journey of a boy and girl in a world of technological monopoly, the silent mute boy and the happy girl’s road to death.
But I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to write it, so I’ll just mention it here and leave you with a thought.
Although there may not be a response if you keep thinking about it, but how would you know if you don’t miss it? right?
…
Now, Crown of Silence has finally come to an end.
Writing Silent Crown is really an unprecedented challenge for me. As a fan of slashing and slashing, not being able to write about Berserker is like eating hot pot without red soup. No matter how you write it, it won’t taste right. I have to start a new one from now on. Exploring the field.
Although it feels like I'm back on the same old path, it's really a brand new experience. I've learned a lot of things that are not used in cool articles. It should be considered rewarding... right?
When thinking about the setting, I tried my best to separate this world from the gravity of reality that you and I live in. Even the hair color of the Asians was changed to silver, and a moon was added in the sky to bring readers as much as possible. sense of novelty.
Well, DND is good, WOD is also good, add two spoons of COC to it...
However, when writing it, it was the other way around. I needed to try my best to make it a world that you and I are familiar with, so that everyone can integrate into it, and ensure that the plot develops as I envisioned.
All the sins I did before must be repaid now, even if I have to vomit blood or get stuck in pain countless times.
Fortunately, although it almost derailed several times, it did not overturn. This train has successfully arrived at the terminal. Please prepare to pack up and salute... Then before getting off the train, let's remember the friends who jumped off the train midway.
Really hope they can come back.
At least next time I'm driving, we can all have a good time together.
I thought about whether I should say what kind of world I want to create here, how dark, how huge, how cruel, and how beautiful... But in the end, I feel that for an author, the world view cannot be better. No matter how big it is, in the end all you can write is a story in a corner, right?
The story begins with Ye Qingxuan's journey to exile and ends with Ye Qingxuan's wedding. Ye Qingxuan's friends appeared one by one and took their final bows.
Either they die before their ambitions are achieved, or they die satisfied, or they continue to walk on the bumpy road...
This is good. This is their destiny. Their will cannot be distorted and they choose the ending for themselves. Compared with the magnificent long-cherished wishes they have, death or life is no longer important.
Alas, idealists are so damn good.
Just like what Wolf Flute said to the priest: "Those who can die for their dreams are the happiest!"
It's so handsome to be able to face one's ideals frankly, to walk on that road practically and persistently, and to die without regret for something more important than life.
The so-called "men's romance" should be like this.
—That’s what I think!
So, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with sending more bento boxes, right?
I would like to thank "Light King" here. Roger Zelazny is really awesome, a hundred thousand times better than me. I love this punk atmosphere full of fantasy.
Hope he is well in heaven.
By the way, at the beginning, when I was writing The Silent Crown, I was still preparing for the comic adaptation.
At that time, a total of four comic scripts were prepared in the form of illustrated novels in the style of American comics.
"Son of the Wild" about Wolf Flute's past as a gladiator, "Eye in the Starry Sky" about Abraham's years as a dragoon, "The Death of the Enlightened One" about the final struggle between Hermes and the Eastern Prince, and the last one. "Where the Soul Is" with Ye Xuan as the protagonist.
Unfortunately, in the end, it had to be shelved due to manpower issues, which was such a shame.
Therefore, in order to make up for the gaps in the logic of the main text, I had to move some of the plots into the main text with great pains. Some of the plots could not be accommodated, so I had to reluctantly cut them off.
Now every time I think about it, I always sigh with regret: It’s such a pity that I couldn’t succeed in pretending to everyone!
There is no way, there are always regrets in life.
Manpower is sometimes scarce, and for me, there is only so much I can do with my best efforts.
After all, "Crown of Silence" is so clear-cut and brutal. As a writer of cool novels, I always fall short of my ability... Okay, I accidentally abused it again. I'm really sorry. This is my fault. Please forgive me.
In the future, maybe... maybe... maybe... I won't be tortured anymore, right?
Ah, when I write this, I really feel guilty as if a scum went home to cheat money to pay off gambling debts.
In short, you will still love me, right?
I believe that this is the close bond between us!
Even if I post the payment QR code in the reader group every day, I can't stop it, right?
After all, it’s normal to celebrate by drawing a card after finishing the book. It’s not my fault that I couldn’t draw Gong Rin! There is nothing I can do about STEAM’s price reduction again. Zelda is going to be released in Chinese in February. It’s impossible not to buy it...
Not to mention having to support a family.
Alas, as a man who has entered the delicate health period of middle age early, life is really difficult.
If you want to blame it, blame it on this cruel world! Look what life has turned into a boy who blushed even when he asked for monthly tickets!
So, after fully exposing your shameless face, please pretend that nothing happened and let’s talk about other things.
Serious topics about life.
Although it is said to be very serious, it does not seem to be serious at all.
After all, it is neither strange nor unknown, and does not have many stories worth telling.
If you elaborate on it in detail, it seems that you can get a subscription for more than ten yuan, but if you keep it simple, it is probably nothing more than "I am still living a stable life now."
The world is not destroyed, human nature is not burned, and no king from another world calls me to eradicate the devil. All plots that can save the world seem to be moving away from me.
But compared with "marriage", it seems that it would not be a pity even if these things go away.
—I, Fengyue, Dachu... No, it’s marriage!
Ah, to me, it feels like something that was very far away from me suddenly appeared in front of me, and everything was done at the speed of light that I never imagined.
After I seemed to have exhausted all the luck I had accumulated in the first half of my life, I met a girl with the same pen name as me. Suddenly I fell in love and suddenly got married. Changes in fate are always unexpected.
It was as if God had had enough of my whining and complaining, so he could only wrong a girl to sacrifice himself so that I could shut up quickly.
—This story tells us that regular petitioning is necessary...probably.
In short, it’s great to be married. You can live a luxurious life with clothes to put out your hands and food to open your mouth. You don’t have to hand in your salary, sweep the floor every day, let alone wash dishes, especially you won’t be separated from others. Five cases of domestic violence, the arm was broken by me, and the broken eye was caused by me accidentally dropping it on the ground!
Okay, let’s stop talking about this hurtful topic and let’s think on the bright side.
Someone can understand that you occasionally sit in front of the computer hysterically and pull your hair, stay up late tossing and turning and then run to the toilet to smoke, and you can't imagine the plot and you are so depressed that you become a fisherman and don't want to do anything.
Being able to tolerate your bad temper will allow you to bid farewell to the bad self of the past and make you a better person.
That's the best thing in life.
So it’s great to be married.
My wife is so nice!
It’s like you took your wife to Tokyo Sky Tree on April 15th and discovered that the warmest place in the world is at the Sky Tree.
My wife is the best!
That's something to write home about.
For creators, life and work themselves are inseparable.
It's like when you open your eyes, you become two parts. One part is thinking about the next plot and the next development all the time, and the other is to ensure that you won't be distracted when walking on the road while thinking about the plot. Car crash.
Sometimes after thinking about a plot, I quickly write it down. When I look up, I look at the unfamiliar scene in front of me and start to ask three questions about life.
who I am? What am I doing? Where the hell do I want to go?
I'm used to thinking about the next plot and the place of Carvin before going to bed. Although there will be surprises occasionally, there are two drawbacks that I can't escape.
The first one is when you are drowsy, an inspiration flashes through your mind, and you wake up immediately. The second question is the next question. You are almost asleep. Should you reach out and pick up your phone from the bedside, turn on the bright screen, and write down your inspirations...
Although the result of each struggle is the same, you will inevitably struggle next time whether to pick up that damn phone or not!
The problem I have to face now is:
After writing Silence, I couldn’t sleep.
I habitually think of something, but my mind is all empty, with nothing in mind, and countless thoughts are surging one after another. When I open my eyes during the day, I don’t know what to do.
It's like a person is released from prison and becomes free.
It’s hard to adjust to the void that follows.
Even if you are addicted to playing games, eat when you are full, sleep when you are full, eat when you are full, and live a life like a pig with no desires and desires, you will still inevitably feel that it is too useless, I should do something.
The moment you start to get used to writing things by yourself, when you bring this thing into your life, your life will be destroyed by creation.
In other words, there is only one kind of creation left.
There are very few things left, not even a few to write home about.
After enduring a lot of pain through it, you can get a drop of happiness like a consolation prize. It is not cost-effective and extremely unhealthy.
But there is no way, you volunteered.
One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.
Until one day you can't write anymore, put down the keyboard and pen, endure a long period of anxiety, send them away, and then live in a house full of traces, and when you look through old things, you will think of its phone. number, and want to call it back to continue torturing you.
I myself feel sick.
But it’s such a joy to write.
It is only as happy as getting married. Compared with it, you will willingly give up many things.
This is probably my life.
Throw away the monthly mortgage payment, the credit card bills, and the mess of cats and dogs in the hospital, and what's left is now before your eyes.
Since I started writing in college, my life has gone from regularity to chaos, and then from chaos to regularity. After repeating this for hundreds of years, it has become what it is now.
When I was writing Steel, I returned to Shanxi from Xi'an. When I was writing Tianqi, I ran from Shanxi to Beijing. When I was writing Silence, I ran from Beijing to Shanghai. Before finishing the book, I ran from Shanghai to Chengdu.
After traveling all the way, I took down roots and circled a place to make my own nest. From then on, I ate 300 rabbit heads a day and grew up to be a Chengdu native.
I was running around all the way, including a business trip to Xinjiang. I drove a car and saw half of the entire Xinjiang, galloping through thousands of miles of wilderness. I remember that the sky was very high at that time, the clouds were very low, and there was a thin line between the earth and the clouds. It seems to extend to the end of the world.
When I got married, I went to Guang'an and collected a lot of money from friends. After that, I went to Japan, rushing around with my wife all the way, and managed to come back alive from Japan with my half-baked Japanese. Within eight hours, I staged a "fire rescue" in Osaka, or "fire rescue". ".
By the way, I spent all my money.
Chasing the agitation that was probably the flashback to the late years of youth, and after scattering the last bit of the afterglow of youth, I came to Chengdu.
Now, my home is next to the university where my wife graduated. There is a snack street downstairs that takes two hours to eat from start to finish. It is like the paradise on earth in the Shire. The river flows with milk and honey. You only need to brush the magic ’s QR code, you can eat it and your mouth will be full of oil.
And it’s dirt cheap, and it’s dirt cheap, and it’s dirt cheap!
Repeat important things three times.
This is one of the few things worth talking about in my life today.
Moving is a very troublesome thing. I haven't figured out the follow-up steps yet, and I haven't gotten used to my new life of doing nothing yet.
Due to the pressure of making a living, I'm afraid I will be busy again soon.
Next, it is expected that I will take some time out of my busy schedule to publish a book at Qidian, regardless of the readers' tastes and the market's response, and try out the tricks in my mind during this period of time.
Then for the next book, I was wavering between "Parliament of Super Civilization" and another pit... It seemed that both books were very interesting.
As for what will happen next in life?
I really can't think of it.
The world is changing so fast that I can't keep up. I can only make plans full of loopholes and uncertainties within the narrow scope of my control.
The air conditioners have been broken in the past two days. Both units are broken. They are completely broken. They broke down on this cold and windy day. And the master who came to repair the air conditioner brought new bad news: it was so bad that it was better to replace it with a new one, no, two.
Then I can only buy a new one and endure the pain of bleeding in my pocket. If I had known better, I would not have bought the game console.
In the new year, I want to buy a dishwasher and a better chair. The former is better for my wife and the latter is better for me. I want to install another desktop computer and realize my ambition to play blackmail with my wife. I hope she will not cheat us and break up our relationship.
I want to play Manchu World; I want to play the Chinese version of Zelda; I want to collect all the moons in Odyssey and kill that stupid golden turtle; I want to have more and more SSR; I want to Save money to go to Iceland. I like the movie "Daydreamer" and I have always wanted to see the volcanoes and glaciers.
I want to get better physically and get rid of my bad temper.
Want to spend more time with my family.
Want to make more money.
I still want to continue on this path.
I want to keep writing until I can’t write anymore, until no one loves me like you do anymore.
This is probably my ambition in life.
Some can be achieved, some are far away, some require hard work, and some can only be talked about and thought about in the mind.
The advantage of making more wishes is that there are always a few wishes that can come true - this is one of the wisdoms I gained in life after living in confusion for more than 20 years.
Here I will tell you this secret technique, please cherish it and don't tell it.
From the beginning to the end of Silence, it took more than two years. In these two years, I accumulated many mediocre thoughts and impulses, and I cannot list them all here.
Sometimes I feel that I have changed a lot compared to the past, and I am a completely different person. But sometimes, in a sudden moment, you will find that you are still the same person you used to be.
Don't know which one is an illusion.
The world is constantly changing, and I think I and my life will continue to change until I have enough ability to change the world, or the world finally takes the time to change myself.
Until then, maybe I won’t give up my futile efforts.
From Xi'an to Shanxi, from Shanxi to Beijing, from Beijing to Shanghai, from Shanghai to Chengdu...
Over the years, I have been working hard all the way, from one person to two people, from being lonely to not being lonely, from the past to the present, from the beginning to the present -
It’s a long road, eight thousand miles is more than enough.
And it can be expected that the future will continue to move forward until the end of life. From eight thousand miles to eighty thousand miles, eight hundred thousand miles to eight million, eighty million miles without stopping...
Well, this time, Crown of Silence, this is where the ordinary train can reach. Please take your packed luggage and get off the train in an orderly manner with me.
Waiting for the whistle to sound again one day in the future.
I hope that by that time, we can meet on a new path.
I believe we will be together.
Fengyue