Chapter 55: One Hundred Years of Solitude
Li Ziyue, breathing slightly, carried him out of the wet mist.
He put his little hand on Li Zi's increasingly hot neck and rubbed his face against it.
Made a very dependent move.
When Li Ziyue came out of the memory scene, he more or less carried a bit of the aura of that time, which made him mistake Li Ziyue for the boy under the tree at that time.
Li Ziyue stopped moving and saw him hugging her neck with his mouth close to her ear.
As a baby, his vocal cords are not fully developed, and his voice is unclear.
But Li Ziyue still understood.
His lips were trembling as he spoke.
"Thanks."
Li Ziyue's throat began to ache, and he only realized it when he turned around and walked out the door.
The rain has stopped.
No one goes to the gallows tonight, God feels less guilty, and his tears no longer fall.
The thunder finally stopped and the lightning disappeared into the thick dark clouds.
I could vaguely see a little brightness at the highest point.
The night wind blew, and the clouds moved with the wind.
Reveal that brightness.
It is a bright full moon.
…
As night falls, the zombies return to the forest.
The creaking sound of the corpse moving masked the farmer's panicked heartbeat.
The child opened his eyes, and his round black eyes were particularly bright under his pure white eyelashes.
His body was swaying awkwardly and his little hands were waving in the air.
Ask the old man in front to hold you.
"He is not afraid of the rotten smell on you," Li Ziyue lowered his eyes, "Even though he has degenerated into an ignorant baby, the first moment he sees you, he still wants you to hug him."
The morning light was not yet bright, and the old man's face blended into the dark woods.
It's hard to see clearly.
Li Ziyue stood there quietly, but before long, he felt his arms feel empty.
The old man held the snow-white baby in his arms with trembling hands.
His arm rested awkwardly on the back of the baby's neck, causing the baby's head to tilt backwards. The old man hurriedly adjusted the angle and let the baby's body sink again.
The child nearly fell from his arms in the confusion.
Somehow, tears started flowing all of a sudden.
The snow-white baby smiled, revealing two small fangs.
He laughed too, with big tears rolling in his eyes, then wiping across his swollen face and trembling black lips.
When we hadn't met, it felt like too much time had passed. After we met, the more than a hundred years of waiting seemed to have vanished into nothing.
Only then did the old man understand Zhang Lian’s answer.
[Soon. If you can find it, no matter how long it takes]
His calloused fingers carefully touched the baby's delicate cheek.
"When I first met you, we looked about the same age," the old man twitched his lips for a moment, revealing a smile that was more forced than crying, "How come when we meet again, I'm so old..."
The baby babbled twice, as if wanting to say something.
The old man's tears fell to his collar and he just shook his head.
"...Can you still talk to me?"
Li Ziyue's eyebrows softened.
"Hey," he called out, "...God of Marriage?"
"I ask you for marriage."
Zhang Lian suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Ziyue with a dazed look for a moment.
Li Ziyue raised one eyebrow, with a smile on his face, and repeated: "Haven't you asked me several times before? This time, I'm asking you for a marriage."
The baby stretched out his hands and giggled as he looked at the sky which was about to clear up.
He accepted the request, and the white and gentle light enveloped him completely. In the next breath, he landed lightly on the ground, his hand still holding the farmer, but his eyes were on Li Ziyue.
"I heard your call," the three-year-old child's voice was still soft, but his expression was particularly mature and sincere, "God bless you."
The farmer was stunned for a while, then shed tears of gratitude to Li Ziyue: "Thank you... Thank you."
Li Ziyue just smiled and shook his head.
"Oh my god..." Sun Yuancheng's eyes widened in shock. "No, he was just a little kid just now, how come he can stand up and walk now! It's a medical miracle!"
He quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Okay, okay, I'll help too."
"Seeking marriage, seeking marriage, hehe... the other party had better be very cute... Of course, this cuteness does not refer to appearance, my idea is..."
The god just smiled with narrowed eyes, then walked over and grabbed Sun Yuancheng's sleeve with his cool hand.
"Can you please squat down? I'm too short."
Sun Yuancheng knelt down quickly: "Oh my God, this is wrong. God said 'please' to me. You are too respectful to me..."
The god smiled and tapped Sun Yuancheng's forehead with his finger. Then he leaned close to Sun Yuancheng's ear and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I am only the god of marriage. Apart from marriage, I cannot see through anything else."
"You seem to be suppressing something in your heart that makes you extremely panic and painful. These things have distorted your original personality and made you accustomed to raising the flag of cowardice when you are around others."
Sun Yuancheng's expression suddenly froze.
A little orange light flashed on the tip of God's finger: "Fortunately, you never gave up saving yourself."
"God blesses you." His eyes curved, "But your heart is not tied to marriage. I'm not sure if I have the ability to make this blessing come true now, but..."
"Now you have another hand extended to you by others. This alone can give you great courage. You are a good child."
"Can I see it?" His fingertips gently brushed across Sun Yuancheng's brows, "See the way you were supposed to be shown to the world."
Sun Yuancheng's face was hidden in a shadow.
He just remained silent, but God curled the corners of his mouth.
The god touched his hair and said, "I don't force others to do anything, so I can't bless you with marriage for the time being."
"When you find the person you love, look up at the sky and pray to me."
Sun Yuancheng jumped up from the ground and returned to his normal self: "Okay, okay, after the instance is over, I will pray to you one by one to the female celebrities on my phone!"
"No, there's nothing you can do if the other person doesn't like you."
"What! No, then your ability as the God of Marriage is too weak! It's a two-way arrow..."
Li Ziyue knocked Sun Yuancheng on the head to stop him from complaining: "Let's talk about something serious."
Sun Yuancheng held his head and hid in a corner, crying in grievance.
Where he couldn't see, Li Ziyue just used his mouth to gesture to God: "Thank you."
He was thanking God for blessing Sun Yuancheng.
God looked at Li Ziyue.
This person...Sun Yuancheng's heart knot is a conspicuous black bead, while his is more like a black fog that blocks people's vision.
The fog seems to be free, but in fact it is still trapped in a field.
If you can see others so clearly, do you have the same clear understanding when looking at yourself?
Li Ziyue narrowed his eyes slightly and interrupted his guess: "Is a person's request so powerful? He was still a baby before, but now he can speak normally."
God smiled back but did not answer the question.
At the same time, the system prompt sounded in Li Ziyue's mind.
[Congratulations on unlocking the key clue of "The Suicidal Peasant": (2/2)]
[Now add the last clue information for you]
It was a yellowed handwritten letter.
"Dear child."
"As early as when you were born, I saw your legs kicking off the bed, and I predicted that you would leave."
"Dad ran away when he was a kid, too. It's nothing."
This is……
Li Ziyue's hand holding the note was shaking.
"The weather wasn't so bad back then, and everyone worked hard. I ran away because I didn't like farm life."
"Your grandfather taught me a lot of extracurricular knowledge. He told me about the green grasslands, the blue sea, the aurora in the sky, and the snow on the mountains."
"I often stare blankly at the faded pictures in the books. These places can only exist in my imagination. All I see are the rolling wheat waves and the hoes covered with yellow soil."
"I thought about it during the day when I was studying, and I thought about it when I lay in bed at night and heard the crickets chirping outside. Finally, I saved some money and escaped on a moonlit night."
"I ran for half the night and I don't know how far I walked. I just remember that I wore out the sole of one of my rubber shoes."
"I heard the rumbling sound of a train in the distance, which was similar to the sound in the book. It scared me. I finally ran to the side of the train, but I only saw its tail with a little light."
“I ran, like Kuafu chasing the sun, but no matter how I ran, no matter how hard I tried, I could not catch up with the train.”
"Later, I was tired, so I walked slowly along the train tracks in a daze. It was already late at night in early winter, the wind was too cold, and I was sweating, so the wind blowing on my body was as painful as a knife cutting me."
"I thought of the warm bed at home and the candles your grandfather lit when he was reading to me. I walked along the railway, tears streaming down my face. I want to go back. It's so cold here. I want to go back."
"It was already daybreak when I returned. I didn't dare to go home directly, so I hid outside the house. I heard your grandfather get up and asked me behind me: 'Why are you sitting here? Be careful not to catch a cold.' He didn't ask me anything else, but I vaguely knew that he had guessed my escape."
"Later, your grandmother cried while holding my broken shoes. You know, in a family like ours, it takes several years to get a new pair of shoes."
"She cried not because she blamed me for running away, but because she felt sorry for me because I had no shoes that fit me. Your grandfather was a teacher in the village, and our family lived on the food and tuition fees given by the children in the village. We rarely went to the fields to work. My feet were wrapped with shoes since I was a child, so I didn't suffer much from the torture of the loess."
"I walked barefoot on the ridges of the fields. The sand had rubbed my feet into blisters, but I seemed to be unaware. I looked at the layers of golden wheat waves and imagined that this was the ocean. A golden ocean. When the wheat was just planted, this was an endless prairie."
"On a clear summer night, you can always see a few stars in the sky. I pieced them together to form a small aurora. I saw the white hair on your grandpa and grandma's neck, and I thought it was a snowy mountain.
"When I saw you leave this house, I sat by your grandfather's bed for a whole night. Only then did I truly understand how he felt."
"In the morning, I saw you sitting in front of the door. It was like seeing myself when I was a kid. Why did you come back?"
"Dad studied all his life and learned scientific principles all his life, but he never forgot that he was born in the fields. In the fields, our ancestors prayed to God countless times. Praying for rain, wind, sunshine, and snow. We held tools in our hands, we cultivated the fields ourselves, and only prayed to God to bless us with good weather and good harvests in the coming year."
"Dad never thought he would actually see a god. When I was a kid, I read those pamphlets in which colorful gods called the wind and rain. Most of them had grinning faces, which were very scary. Dad never thought that the real gods would be so gentle, no different from your runaway brothers and sisters."
"Dad thought to himself at the time, if God needs to eat, then he can also be Dad's child."
"In fact, before you asked me to leave the village, I had already left quietly. I didn't abandon you, but I was exploring the way ahead. Although I am old, I still have the desire to leave."
"But my child, you can't go out. The sky is ruined. You can't go out. But Daddy finally agreed to let you go out. Daddy knows that if I don't let you go out for a walk, you will miss it all the time, just like Daddy did before."
"My father, your grandfather, died on the way we escaped. Son, don't blame yourself for this. Everyone will die one day. If dad dies in the future, it is not your fault. We were born in such a harsh environment. It is amazing that we can survive one day."
"Dad thought he had done nothing wrong in his life, but when he came back he saw him being tortured by the villagers."
"When Dad found that he couldn't lift the hoe, and found that he was powerless and couldn't protect you, then he realized what I said."
"A scholar is good for nothing, kid."
At that time, God was overwhelmed by the anger of the villagers. My father picked up a hoe and went out, and the outside suddenly became a mess.
The dispute was barely stopped until someone was heard shouting and bleeding.
Half of the god's face was holed, blood spurted out, dyeing his snow-white clothes deep red, and the weapon that hit him was the hoe that Dad brought out.
In the panic, his father accidentally hurt him, and he was insulted, pushed and blamed by everyone.
"You killed God! You murderer! You shall not die a happier death!"
"The scholar killed someone! I said you can't put God in a scholar's house. His father is also a psychopath. He deserved to die on the cart in the end."
Dad couldn't hear anyone talking, he was just wiping the blood off his body.
But the blood kept flowing and Dad couldn't stop it.
Dad's back seemed to have completely collapsed. His hands were too weak to lift the hoe, hold the needle and thread, or hold the book.
Just at this moment.
Two "clang" sounds.
The wooden stool was kicked over and the person's cold body dangled in the air.
He looked up in surprise, and could not hear his own breathing.
Dad hanged himself in front of Li Ziyue.
"You can't get out, kid."
Those words seemed to still ring in Li Ziyue's ears.
Li Ziyue looked up and saw a forest shrouded in mist in the distance.
The fog obscured the thick walls at the edge of the woods, obscured the iron bars of this world, and deceived those trapped in the pit into thinking that there was nothing limitless here.
What's the difference between this and his virtual world?
A bitter taste rose in Li Ziyue's mouth.
I can't get out.
"Dad often thinks of your grandfather. When he was young, he loved looking up at the sky. The sky is the guarantee of our food, and it is also the broadest thing we can see."
"When you were only one or two years old, your grandfather was still healthy. He always sang in front of you, 'Little swallow, wearing flowery clothes, comes here every spring...' He loved to touch your head and said that we should make more money, let you study more, and let you go out to the wider world."
Li Ziyue stared at the word "Swallow" in a daze.
etc……
"Your grandfather will never forget the child he met who didn't belong here. He told the child, 'You need to go back to your own home.' But the dogs came and they dragged the child's legs... When your grandfather arrived, the child's bones were broken into several pieces."
etc……
Li Ziyue saw that his fingertips were trembling.
"Your grandfather looked at him like a swallow whose wings had been eaten alive..."
etc……
He couldn't help but run to the body hanging in the woods.
There was a thick rope hanging around the corpse's neck, and the wind blew his face against the tree trunk.
Li Ziyue's face was as pale as paper, and the letter slipped from his fingers without him noticing.
He touched the corpse's arm carefully, gradually increasing his strength.
The corpse slowly turned around, and the face that was a hundred years old was imprinted on Li Ziyue's dark pupils.
Li Ziyue closed his eyes heavily.
That is...
Scholar.
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