Chapter 160: Deja Vu

He suddenly opened his eyes.

“…”

It was a new day again. Getting up in the winter morning was difficult for everyone. He stayed in bed for a few minutes, then leaned over to the side and hugged the quilt. He paused, finally got up, scratched his head, and yawned loudly.

He felt empty inside, and he attributed it to the loneliness that came from being alone.

My breath turned into white steam on the cold winter day.

White steam rose slowly.

The aroma of rice wafted from the pot.

He got up not too late. It was dark outside. A cold wind was swirling around, blowing smartly into his collar. He hid his hands in his sleeves and shivered in the place with the cold.

The elder brother next door had also gotten up and was chopping wood in the yard. While waiting for breakfast, he couldn't help but approach the elder brother and chat with him: "Brother Wang! Have you eaten?"

Brother Wang straightened up and said loudly, "After eating, you kid, watch the fire and don't let the pot burn again. If you get up at this hour, you will be the only one left in the village."

He looked up at the sky angrily; he felt that he had gotten up early enough.

"No, no, no, not like you guys," he shook his head, "If I'm full, my whole family won't be hungry, why should I be so hardworking?"

Brother Wang shook his head speechlessly.

"By the way, brother, where are you going to do later?" he asked.

"Let's go up the mountain and take a look. Do you want to join us?" Brother Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up his axe and put the firewood aside.

He hesitated a little: "I went there yesterday."

Brother Wang understood this kid and didn't force him, so the two chatted for a while.

The conversation ended when he was reminded that his porridge was almost mushy.

He hurried back to the stove. In the darkness, only the firewood under the stove flickered. He quickly took the spoon to stir the rice porridge in the pot, then carefully leaned forward to sniff it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, there is no burnt smell."

After rescuing his own porridge, he reached out to light the kerosene lamp in the kitchen and put out the fire in the stove.

He paused when picking up the bowl.

Was it his imagination? Why did he feel like something was missing?

But he is careless and always negligent. He probably took it somewhere one day and then forgot to bring it back. If he repeats it one day, he will probably find it.

He hummed a song as he served the porridge, then walked to the corner of the kitchen with the kerosene lamp to find the jar for his pickles.

He turned his head suddenly: "..."

The kerosene lamp was raised to illuminate the back.

The light didn't illuminate a wide area, but I could barely see the surroundings. Under the dim light, there was only a table and two benches. On the table was some freshly served porridge, which was steaming. There was nothing else.

He didn't understand why he suddenly did this, but when he saw that there was no one around, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "No one is good, no one is good."

It would be terrible if someone really did.

He bent down again to find his pickle jar, picked up two pieces of pickles with his chopsticks and threw them into the porridge.

Sitting back at the table, he lowered his head and picked up the bowl.

The bowl contained white porridge with a few pickles floating in it, which glowed with an oily glow under the warm light.

He turned his head suddenly and looked over there anxiously. Under the light of the kerosene lamp, he could see clearly that there was nothing.

"Tsk." He touched his head: "You're crazy."

Then he finished the porridge in the bowl in one breath.

After tidying up the dishes in the kitchen, he suddenly paused. He still couldn't suppress the inexplicable panic in his heart. He held the kerosene lamp and started checking in the kitchen like a frightened bird.

The light shone through every dark corner, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw nothing.

"who--"

He turned his head in panic.

Nothing.

But he always felt that he saw something there, and that thing was moving!

When Brother Wang came back from the mountain, the sky was already hazy. He hurriedly caught the pheasant and wanted to go home, but halfway there he was dragged into his neighbor's house in a panic.

Brother Wang looked puzzled and disliked his neighbor's closeness: "What's going on?"

He rushed to Brother Wang helplessly: "Something is wrong in my house! Something is wrong with him! Something is, something is wrong! I always feel like someone is watching me! He even watched me when I was using the toilet! He is so heartless!"

"..." Brother Wang raised his eyebrows: "What kind of epidemic is this? No dinner for today? This shouldn't be the case."

"No... I really didn't lie!" He also regretted that sometimes he was so careless and liked to make up lies. He went to other people's homes in the village to eat, and he basically visited every house, but he really didn't lie this time!

"It's not possible today, don't think about it. I'll go home and get you some rice later. Don't think about anything else." Brother Wang said directly.

"No! Brother! Brother! I really didn't do it this time! Brother! Hey! Don't go!"

He was a powerless street urchin, and even when he got close to Brother Wang, he was torn apart. He watched helplessly as his life-saving straw went home. It was already dark, and he had no choice but to go back. He sighed heavily: "Oh! I am really! There is no way to defend myself!"

Not long after returning home, the righteous Brother Wang threw a small bag of things over through the connected window.

He looked at the grain bag on the ground with a sad expression: "I should have pestered Brother Wang to go back earlier. I'm sure Sister-in-law won't mind."

But it was too late to regret now, so he had to take the rice, plan to light a lamp to get through the night, and then go find the wizard early tomorrow.

He stuffed the rice into his arms and put it away. He would rely on this to get the mage to take a look tomorrow. Otherwise, he would have nothing to give and the mage would ignore him. Brother Wang was really the best. If he hadn't felt that the leftover pickles were too insulting to the mage, he would have gone to find the mage today.

He sat on a bench, his hand on the only kitchen knife in the house.

At first he was able to maintain his mental state, but as it grew darker, under the quiet burning of the kerosene lamp, he could not help but become more and more confused.

There’s nothing you can do about it, street urchins just sleep a lot and sleep well.

His head suddenly hit the table with a loud bang, and he woke up with a startled look, raising his head with hazy eyes.

He was sleepy and fumbled on the table, mumbling: "Knife, mine..."

He swallowed his saliva, woke up suddenly, and trembled and couldn't say a word: "..."

There was something icy cold across his neck, so cold that it was almost like pouring ice cubes into his heart, which made him feel cold all over. He lowered his head cautiously and thought with a sad face, damn it, they threatened him with his kitchen knife!

"Okay, good man, I, I don't know anything, I, I am still very poor." Spare my neck!

A voice came from behind: "Where is this?"

He said nervously, "In the village."

"Which village! What's its name! In which mountain! In which state!"

“Ah…ah?”

"Say——" The kitchen knife was pressed against his neck.

Tears burst out.

"Woo, woo, woo, good man! This is the village, the village in the mountains! What state is this? I don't know! I really don't know! Please spare my life! I have never done anything bad! I don't even dare to steal! I just like to eat free meals everywhere! This crime does not deserve the death penalty! Wuu, wuu, wuu!"

He started to cry with snot and tears, shaking like a sieve, and confessed all his affairs in a pitiful manner.

This was the first time he had encountered such a thing in his life. He was instantly frightened and lost his mind, and he blurted out everything.

"In the village, there is a wizard. She knows everything. I will take you there!" He cried too much, his face was numb, and he sobbed almost stiffly.

He didn't notice that the kitchen knife had long been taken away from his neck and was now held in the hand of the uninvited guest in the house.

And the uninvited guest was looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Okay, I didn't mean to kill you. I just used the back of the knife."

He was stunned, tears welling up in his eyes: "Really, hiccup, really?"

The uninvited guest sighed slightly: "Really, don't cry, it makes me feel guilty."

There was even a hint of tenderness in his words.

He couldn't help sobbing and turned his head, only to be met with a handkerchief smeared on his face. He sobbed as someone wiped the handkerchief. The uninvited guest's hanging hair brushed his face and fell on his hands, making him feel a little itchy, and his fingers couldn't help but move.

The cloth was removed, and in his slightly blurred vision he could only see a pure white color like snow.

Then his vision gradually became clear, and a young man who was almost the same age as him came into his sight.

He had never seen him in the village before, he was from outside the village, so it should be like this, the boy in front of him had long snow-white hair that glowed slightly under the crude light of the kerosene lamp, his skin was also as white as snow, not to mention, a pair of eyes he had never seen before, with a different color, so beautiful.

He was almost instantly captured by such beauty. His breathing trembled and he was speechless. He could only stare at the person opposite him in a daze.

Liu Wei took the handkerchief off the familiar face and asked with a complicated expression, "What's your name?"

“Gu Dingbang!” The person opposite lowered his head and couldn’t help lowering his voice, as if he was a little shy and asked: “You, who are you?”

Liuwei paused, and everything seemed to have returned to the first time he met this guy. At that time, he casually made up a lie, and at this moment, it was exactly the same time.

“…My name is Liuwei, and I’m lost.”

***

There was fog rising.

Liuwei's thoughts went blank in an instant, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in this room.

There was darkness everywhere he looked. He froze in place, unable to move. It took him a long time to get used to this dark environment. Fortunately, he had pretended to be a blind man before and had some experience.

Then he heard the sound of chopping wood coming from somewhere, accompanied by a little leap of steam.

Liuwei felt around carefully before he realized that this was actually a house.

But this room is somewhat strange. It is tall and square, but there are no windows on the walls. No light can get in, and it is almost impossible to tell the time in the darkness.

Liuwei feels uneasy.

Hearing the sound coming from nowhere, he searched everywhere in the house.

The rooms in this house seemed to be connected and there were relatively few furniture, otherwise he might have made some noise.

During the investigation, Liuwei always felt that something was familiar and like he had been there before.

Of course, there is no such unique room in his memory in this life, so he can only search through his past memories.

It’s just that he has experienced countless lives, been to countless strange places, and all kinds of memories have piled up like mountains, making it impossible for him to find the source for a while.

Until he saw a figure sitting up from the bed, right opposite him!

Liuwei’s thoughts were interrupted and he hardly dared to breathe.

But what surprised him was that the person opposite didn't seem to see him.

Living in a house without sunlight all the time, can't you see in the dark?

Liuwei pondered as he watched the man fumble to put on his clothes, stuff the rice into the pot in the dark, and light a fire. After doing all this, he finally went out. Liuwei suppressed his excitement, followed his footsteps quietly to the door, and noted the location of the door. Liuwei watched the man carefully push open the locked door.

The door creaked in the air and the cold wind outside rushed into the house.

It was very cold, and he couldn't help but shiver along with the other man, as if they were moving in sync.

It was still dark outside, with only a little moonlight shining through. The sounds of chopping wood became clearer, with a faint smell of fireworks.

Liuwei couldn't help but stick his head out.

The man also shrank his neck and walked into the moonlight in small steps. The outline of his face gradually appeared in front of Liuwei's eyes.

Liuwei's pupils shrank.

octopus!

The man had a young and handsome face, which inexplicably revealed a sense of stubbornness and determination, but his subsequent behavior completely destroyed the artistic conception brought by that face, leaving only a fool strolling on the street at the entrance of the village.

Liuwei twitched his lips, retracted his feet that were originally planning to slip away, turned around and went back into the house. He leaned against the house with a complicated expression on his face.

That familiar face, besides resembling an octopus, also resembles a person, the octopus’s old father, Gu Dingbang!

He stayed and observed the young "Gu Dingbang".

I quietly accompanied him as he chopped wood and tidied the house, from the time the moon reached its zenith to the time it set, when the sky was about to brighten.

This guy was very sensitive to other people's gazes and noticed his presence.

Liuwei paused and casually stuffed the handkerchief into Gu Dingbang's clothes.

Gu Dingbang was a little surprised: "This, this handkerchief, is it given to me?"

It was originally prepared by him.

"Thank you, thank you! It's getting late. Tomorrow, I will take you to see the wizard! She will definitely be able to answer your questions!" He raised his head and promised excitedly.

He really has no idea how dangerous the world is.

Liuwei sighed.

He turned his head and couldn't help staring at the wall. The wall was gray and white, and there was nothing on it, no windows, no doors.

Liuwei wanted to see through the wall and see the scene behind it.

That familiar feeling lingers.

The moon has set, the sun should be rising, and it should be bright outside. Will the sky be blue? Will the grass be green? Will the sun still be golden?

In the darkness of the room, Liuwei's thoughts were turning, and he seemed to be able to outline the scene outside the wall.

Is that so? The memory was too old, and he only saw it once.

He couldn't help but take a few steps forward, squat down, and touch the rough and uneven wall.

Everything seems to have returned to that time.

Back to the past, a past that seemed to have been completely forgotten by him.

He thought he had forgotten it, but who would have thought that after many reincarnations, he would return here again, to that dark room, and the memories would come flooding back like a tide, as if they had never been lost.

Has he been here?

Liu Wei closed his eyes: "..."

When he opened his eyes again, they were full of determination.

Yes, he had been here.

In...the first life!