Chapter 13 God, you will not receive God’s blessing! …

In an instant, all memories were pulled forward along with the illusion in the mirror at this moment.

Ji He goes back uncontrollably and excessively, with countless lights, sounds, and flavors pouring out from every gap, and every frame is within reach and extremely clear.

Like every hyperamnesia patient, he has memories that cannot be replaced and a life that is always burdened.

At that time, the planet Tong had not yet become a popular destination for interstellar travel, and it had only been a hundred years since it was officially placed under the jurisdiction of the Federation.

The history of each tree here is longer than the existence of the new government.

The towering ancient trees and green leaves are like a canopy, which is a spectacular sight.

There are thousands of trees like this on the planet Tong.

The houses here are also different from those in other places. They are built around trees, forming a regular concentric circle. The center of the innermost circle is the ancient tree originally chosen by the owner of the house.

It is now summertime on the planet Tong. The blue-green leaves are gathered together so densely that not even a drop of rain can fall.

The white-feathered bird flapped its wings and circled the tree three times, landing at the highest point of the indigo tree, making a clear cry.

While calling friends, a group of birds flew over to hide from the rain.

There is a stone platform under the tree, where relatives living in the same room are making feather earrings by hand.

"The old man still thinks that His Majesty Aaron is the one who makes the decision. He is getting more and more confused as he gets older."

One large, rough hand stroked the feathers, while the other adjusted the curvature of the metal hook with a pair of pliers.

"Why bother with all this? Even if the Jade Emperor were in power, ordinary people would still live like this."

"These are all things that Alphas and Omegas have done. We Betas are just messing around with them."

"I won't say any more. I have to go to the courtyard to deliver food. I don't know how many children will be left today."

I saw one of the middle-aged women stand up from the stone bench, carrying a bamboo basket and going to the steaming kitchen to get some steamed cakes.

Aunt Cui was wearing a bark hat, with raindrops falling along the arc edge. She walked along the stone path, which was closer than the road built by the new government.

After walking for a while, Aunt Cui arrived at a small round earthen building and knocked on the door while shouting, "President Ji!"

“Squeak—”

The old wooden door was pushed open, and a thin, yellow-haired little boy who looked only seven or eight years old timidly called out, "Auntie Cui."

This is not a hospital, but an orphanage.

"Who is your aunt, where is Dean Ji?"

Aunt Cui frowned, glanced at the scars on the little boy's face, and walked inside.

The little boy stretched out his hand to take the bamboo basket, but the woman dodged him.

The other party didn't say anything, but his action clearly showed that he didn't want Ji He to touch his bamboo basket, as if the child had some infectious disease.

"President Ji, steamed cakes!"

Aunt Cui, holding the bamboo basket in her hand, shouted again, with sparks already coming out of her eyes.

Ji Mingtang was copying scriptures in the inner room. He was so focused that he didn't hear the people calling him, so he walked out of the room.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The woman had her long hair tied up and was wearing a Taoist robe that had been washed so much that it looked bleached. She did not hold a whisk in her hand.

Ji Mingtang smiled, took the heavy bamboo basket and took out the food.

Seeing that she was taking too long, Aunt Cui reached out and took the hot steamed cake out of the bamboo basket.

"Why is this wretch still here?"

"Didn't you say it was sent out?"

Aunt Cui did not avoid the fact that Ji He was right beside her and spoke next to Dean Ji.

"Sister Cui, what do you think of Ji He?"

Aunt Cui raised her eyebrows, glanced at Ji He standing at the door with disgust, and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "Don't hurt me."

Ji Mingtang walked up to Ji He, touched the scars on the child's face, and sighed.

Aunt Cui was afraid of getting involved with this unlucky ghost, so she picked up her bamboo basket and ran away.

If it were any other child in the orphanage, she would grit her teeth and be kind to him.

Only Ji He cannot do this at all.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

Ji He stood there, lowered his head and blinked.

"Sister Cui is not a bad person, don't take it to heart." Dean Ji had just finished speaking when he remembered that this child was special and it would be useless to say anything, so he sighed again.

The female Taoist priest turned her back and picked up a bottle of ointment. She brought Ji He to under a big tree and rubbed his face in the light that filtered through the sparse tung leaves.

"They all don't want me, will you, Dean, also not want me?"

Children’s words are the most hurtful.

Ji Mingtang dipped his fingers into the ointment and rubbed it while thinking about what Ji He should do.

He is already nine years old. Even if he didn't have that strange disease, not many Beta couples would be willing to adopt him, not to mention his mother's status.

Ji He did not get an answer from the dean and did not ask any more questions. It was just that he had already been abandoned by his mother and did not want to be abandoned by Dean Ji again.

The steamed cakes were distributed. Ji He was the oldest among the orphans, but he was always the last one to take the food. This time, only a small piece of steamed cake was left.

Ji He held the steamed cake in both hands, sat on the wooden doorstep, and ate it very seriously, bite by bite.

The reason he was returned this time was simple: someone told the infertile couple that his mother was a prostitute.

The dusty woman's face turned pale and she gradually became silent, but she found out that she was pregnant with the child of an unknown benefactor. She sneaked to the Tong planet and wanted to live in hiding.

But she had no money and no house, so she had no choice but to take on clients again. Two years later, she fell ill and died, leaving behind only a child.

Ji He was handed over to Ji Mingtang by the clan elders, and then sent to various couples who had difficulty in having children.

He remembered the first time he was sent away, the couple thought he was very pretty and wanted to keep him.

Ji He learned to call the woman mother, but a pair of turbid beautiful eyes lingered in his mind.

He stayed in that house carefully until the woman became pregnant with her own son and abandoned him.

In fact, Ji He remembered the way and could return to that home, but he didn't.

"Quick! Let's smash his face with a rock!"

"Look, that's the son of a prostitute."

"A little bitch born of a bitch!"

Even if Ji He did nothing, he would still be bullied by kids his age.

At first he didn't resist because he didn't want to cause trouble for Dean Ji, until the children older than him mentioned their mothers.

Logically, he should have forgotten what his mother looked like, but Ji He remembered it very clearly.

His mother would beat him, her nails scratching Ji He's flesh, leaving streaks of blood that were hidden in the invisible bruises.

At night, the woman would disappear, whimpering through the walls and yelling when customers didn't pay enough.

Seeing her go crazy, the man tortured her more fiercely.

"Why don't you just die!"

"I'm going to die, I'm really going to die!"

She said this not only to her patron, but also to Ji He.

At an age when he no longer understood what love was, Ji He had already begun to bear the surging hatred.

Compared to that dark house, Ji He would rather stay in the orphanage.

Ji Mingtang was a good man, better than his mother, so he changed from A He to Ji He.

The dean taught him to read and chased away the bullies for him, but she was not his family.

"Ji He, you said you can recite this sutra, is that true?"

The child in front of him took the scripture, turned the pages, and after closing it, he could recite the entire content fluently.

Ji Mingtang was very excited, and after trying it several times, he concluded that Ji He was a genius.

She didn't think much about it, thinking that she could finally find a good family for Ji He and let him leave the orphanage.

Ji He's ability to remember everything he saw did attract many parents who wanted to adopt children, but they also discovered that Ji He was not really a genius.

He just remembers everything, both what he should remember and what he shouldn't remember, and he can't forget anything.

This makes those people hesitate, to keep a child who is not their own by their side, and the child will remember everything, like a horror story.

"He is ill. People with diseases cannot attend the ceremony."

A boy pointed his finger at Ji He's nose and ordered him to stay away from his bed.

Ji He slept close to the wall. If he wanted to sleep any further, he could only lie on the stone platform under a big tree in the yard.

He had no family or friends. He looked up at the stars in the sky and wondered what the world outside was like.

Will it be worse than it is now, or better than it is now?

The triennial worship ceremony is an ancient ceremony unique to the planet Tong, and everyone can receive blessings on this day.

The day before the festival, every household has to sweep the house, and the orphanage is no exception.

Ji He cleaned the courtyard by himself. He was so tired that he fell asleep with his back against the door. He heard the voice of the clan elder in a daze.

"All good things must come to an end. You should leave now."

"What will happen to these children after I am gone?"

Dean Ji is leaving!

Ji He stood up and overturned the bucket. The dirty water was as heavy as a mountain pressing down on him.

"Who's there?"

I opened the door and there was nothing.

"Let's talk about it after we finish the ceremony to worship the gods." Ji Mingtang did not give a direct answer, as he was still worried about the little monster in his heart.

Perhaps, when Ah He said he wanted to take her surname Ji, she had a connection with him.

Ji He was walking on the road with his head down, and someone hit him on the head with a stone, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Little bitch, you will never get God's blessing!"

"It's unfortunate that Dean Ji has such a burden like you with him!"

Ji He raised his eyes coldly, pushed the man onto the gravel road, and shouted, "Shut up! Shut up! All of you shut up!"

On the day of the festival, colorful ribbons of blessing were hung on every indigo tree, lanterns were hung high in every household, and musicians played solemn songs.

Everyone held their breath and greeted the most sacred day.

The female Taoist priest holds a lamp in one hand and a whisk in the other, praying for everyone.

Ji He sat alone on the roof, holding a small lamp in his palm. He closed his eyes and walked step by step to the steep eaves.

Everything in the past played out in his mind like a revolving lantern, and as expected, he missed a step and fell from the highest roof.

The wind brushed past his ears, and he thought that he could finally fulfill his mother's wish - to die.

Ji He fell into a warm embrace with a smile.

Does the Grim Reaper have body temperature?

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a face with black hair and black pupils. The fluttering clothes made the young man look like a god descending from heaven.