Chapter 57 I Can Never Wither
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[Speaking of which, being born with knowledge is probably the only talent I haven't been stripped away from.
However, this talent was a burden and a curse to me when I was young, but it was not a blessing.
If I had not been born with knowledge, I would not have known that all parents in the world love their children when I saw the parents in the village loving their children.
If I had not been born with this knowledge, I would not have understood, when I saw the people passing through the village, that people are born free and everyone has a different destiny.
If I had not been born with knowledge, I would not be unwilling to accept my ridiculous fate, resent my parents who believe in evil gods, and hate the humans in the village who turned a blind eye to my tragic fate, even those people I have never met.
I will spend my life in a daze, like a child who has never been enlightened, unaware of the differences between people, unaware of how unfortunate my own life is... I will not feel jealous, and I will not want to kill anyone in this world.
My thoughts seemed to go back to the past, and I was stuck in the mud of resentment, unable to extricate myself.
"Since you know your identity, you should be able to guess the purpose of your coming to the mortal world?"
Suddenly, the voice of my God sounded in my ears, awakening my mind.
Over the past few decades, He seems to have never changed. He is always the same, full of vitality and vigor, bringing vitality and energy to those around him.
I turned to look at my God, turned my back on the shadow of hatred, and turned to look at the light.
"I hadn't guessed that." I laughed.
Then, I saw my god nodded, and the cold face he had before instantly melted away as if encountering a spring breeze, and he seemed to be very satisfied.
"Indeed, no one knows about this. Since you didn't bring any memories with you, it's normal that you didn't expect it."
The candlelight flickered in the hall, and red candles were spread all over the corners of the hall, but I could only see the light behind my god, shining brightly, and I wanted to touch that light.
"Come closer," I said in a low voice.
My voice was very soft, but my god should have heard it, but he didn't quite understand what I was going to do.
I repeated again: "Come closer."
My god frowned slightly, then walked over with a look of doubt and confusion.
I watched the light getting closer and closer to me as my god approached, and my usually steady breathing became a little rapid.
My God came closer to me. I looked at the distance between me and Him, which was wide enough for two people to stand, and chuckled, "Closer."
Although my God didn't understand, he still did as he was told. Seeing how obedient he was, my heart softened.
My God has always been careless and was not at all prepared for my sudden words.
I looked at the face that was getting closer and closer to me. The frosty skin looked delicate and charming in the red candlelight. It was a sudden flash of white in the dark night. The skin was smooth and plump, and had a completely different charm from the holiness of the gods who stood high up and made people look up to them.
I reached out my hand and gently touched His face with my fingertips. I don’t know if it was my illusion, but I could feel that my God’s body temperature was several degrees higher than mine.
At this moment, my whole body seemed to melt, and my mind and heart were filled with my God.
I hold my god in my arms, and my god is willing to bow his head for me...
It doesn't seem strange to fall in love with such a god who can give you whatever you want.
I have always known what I wanted. When I was just a small priest, I wanted the favor of my god.
Later, I became the high priest, and I wanted my god's gaze to stay on me forever.
Later, after I knew my God of Light, this wish has never changed.
I am greedy and insatiable, I am disgusting to the eyes and cannot withstand scrutiny, but I am a paranoid person. From childhood to adulthood, from a small priest to the God of Light, there is only one thing I seek - my God.
So I am willing to pretend that I know nothing and just be a substitute for the God of Light.
I thought that as long as I played dumb, I wouldn't have to worry about the past and future of the God of Light and my God, and I could just talk about my life based on my God's guilt towards me.
But a confused person like me happened to fall in love with a God who wants to make everything clear, a God who is upright and honest. He is unwilling to fool people, and He wants to break everything down and explain it clearly.
Perhaps, people always fall in love with people they cannot become. When I see my god like this, I just think he is cute.
"I love you, do you know?" I whispered. I have said this countless times, and my God has heard it countless times, but this time is different, different from all the previous times.
And we both know this fact.
My God looked into my eyes, but through the flickering candlelight, my vision was a little blurry and I couldn't see His emotions clearly.
"I know I am the God of Light."
"Jiang Yang, I am telling you as a god: I love you."
I heard my own choking sobs and felt the wetness on my temples. I guess I must be in tears at this moment.
My God and I both know that this is the time to make the final decision.
After tonight, or perhaps even before tonight, Hua Rong will discover the formation.
Even if the people in the priest's temple are all my confidants, they will naturally choose to protect the gods when faced with actual evidence.
By then, everything will be out of my control.
When a god comes to the world, he will stay on earth for no more than three months.
Even when the God of Wisdom was about to die, he only stayed in the mortal world for three months.
I don't know why the gods only stay for three months at most, but this is the rule, and there has been no written rule for thousands of years.
I have already forced my spirit to stay for over a month, and I cannot keep it any longer.
My God reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, but it seemed that all the tears in my life would be shed tonight. As soon as my God wiped away the tears, they rushed out of my eyes again.
Through the tears and dim light, I couldn't see the expression of my God, but I felt unexpectedly at peace.
In this way, even if my God rejects me later, I can still force myself to lie that my God is just hard-mouthed but soft-hearted.
"I just found out." I heard Wushen pause, then continued, "But I will remember this forever."
My God's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was a little shy: "I will always remember that there was a God who said He loved me."
"Zhu Qing, do you want to hear me tell a story?"
Without waiting for my response, the god continued, "I once tried to grow a rose, a rose redder than blood."
"I take great care of this rose. I take it with me to enjoy the clear sky and feed it with the rain. I am so looking forward to it and hope that it will always be fresh."
"But a rose is a rose. When the withering spreads from the leaves to the heart of the flower, when the breeze tells me that spring has passed and autumn has come, my rose tells me that it is leaving me."
"Zhu Qing, the life of a god is too long. When you die and become a god again, you will find that no matter how strong the emotions are, they cannot defeat the passage of time."
My God was a little sad: "And I can never grow roses like that again."
I thought He shouldn't be so sad, so I ruined the atmosphere by saying, "I remember that God doesn't like roses."
My God paused, then reached out to hit me, "I told you it's just a story!"
I held my god's hand, "But I am not a rose, I am just me. I only love you, and I will never wither."
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