So, forget it.
Jiang Yin, run away for the rest of your life.
You can't wait until you are old and then let a 20-year-old boy bury you.
"I remembered that the store hasn't been counted yet... I'll leave first." Jiang Yin jumped down the rope ladder, her hair bun shaking and her makeup smudged.
Su Lin watched quietly until her fleeing figure was hidden in the night.
He suddenly found a glass bottle left on the eaves.
He saw a glass bottle at a morning market that looked very much like the old rice wine, with daisies tied to the mouth of the bottle. His eyes lingered on it for a long time, but he didn't buy it. It was already a past that could not be touched, and even if he bought a similar one, it would no longer have any meaning.
The years have settled, turning it into bitter wine, and he is the only one who savors it over and over again.
But he didn't expect... Jiang Yin had been observing him, and after he left, she secretly turned back and bought the glass bottle that he had looked at several times.
...Is this what she originally intended to give him tonight?
Su Lin picked up the glass bottle, and the daisies were blooming, emitting a fresh fragrance of flowers. She just thought he liked it, so she wanted to give it to him. She would never... never know the meaning of this glass bottle, and she would never know why he was attracted to this ordinary glass bottle.
…It was a look between them after ten thousand years. It was one of the few true feelings in the long years of the gods.
Sigh that life is so short and just like a drop in the vast ocean.
A summer insect cannot talk about ice, and a well frog cannot talk about the sea.
He lowered his eyelids and put away the glass bottle.
The fireworks dropped thousands of rays of light and fell into his eyes.
…
During the 45 years of the Tianshi era, 781 more peach trees appeared in the world.
The Godfather once said that he liked peach trees and the wine made from peach blossoms. In recent years, whenever Su Mingan went to a place, he would plant a peach tree, as if the Godfather had come to visit when the peach tree arrived.
Fifteen years had passed since the peach tree was planted. After the talisman had helped it grow, it was now full of fruits. He sealed the jar of wine made from peach blossoms under the tree, so that he could open it if a ship came again one day.
Most of the time, he would tilt his wrist and sprinkle the peach blossom wine under the tree. The clear wine would slide down, as if offering a sacrifice in a distant direction.
"Ming'an, who are you commemorating?" Yueyue asked.
"Godfather." Su Ming'an lowered his eyelids, and the intoxicating fragrance lingered. He still had the cross necklace hanging on his chest, which always retained a cool touch.
Yueyue's eyes widened for a while, her mouth opened, and after a while, she slowly said, "Do you have a godfather?"
"Um."
"I don't think I've ever seen one."
"You've seen it...you've seen it."
After pouring the wine, Su Mingan went to Wang Mingming's hometown. He remembered that Wang Mingming liked flowers, Hanhan liked painting, and Jiang Xiaoshan liked plush toys. They were all very ordinary people, but he would remember them.
He bought a lot of flower seeds and planted them in Wang Mingming's former hometown. Soon, it became a famous flower city. People didn't know which kind-hearted person planted so many flowers. People said that this must be the work of God.
He sent the collected painting tools to Han Han's hometown after reincarnation. People found these painting tools delivered to their doorsteps, and the artists who had been suffering from poverty finally had a chance to show their skills. Because of this magical thing, the city gradually became a gathering place for artists.
He asked the birds to deliver stuffed toys to Jiang Xiaoshan. On that day, people in the entire Changgang City saw a legendary scene - snow-white birds lined up in several rows, delivering stuffed toys, like a dream painting.
He did a lot of things.
To fulfill the last wish of the deceased that he once...did not have time to fulfill.
He has not forgotten them.
50 years later, they returned to their homeland driving the "Lighthouse", loaded with treasures from various countries.
The queen, who was already aging, walked slowly onto the dock, leaning on her scepter, to welcome back her young captain, just like she had done decades ago.
The captain was wearing a veil, but the exposed skin showed no traces of aging.
The queen's golden hair had begun to turn white, with a few strands of snow-white hair floating by her ears. She stared at the captain for a long time, as if she saw his eternity.
"...May the gods bless you, may the angels of the sea bless you." The queen greeted the captain, who had been at sea for more than ten years, according to the ceremony. Her hands were shaking, and she could hardly hold the medal given to him.
A white hand held her palm. Through the veil, the queen seemed to see a pair of black eyes that never changed. She vaguely realized that decades later, the captain was still so young.
In fact, she had already noticed his unchanged years. But she did not force him to reveal the secret of immortality. Because she had a vague guess in her heart... this immortal person could not be a human, but could only be...
Lord God.
"I have brought back abundant treasures for the kingdom, as well as the location of the sirens. They are currently very friendly. If Her Majesty the Queen is interested, please send a ship to find them." Su Ming'an withdrew his hand.
The queen took off her crown and responded, with Su Mingan's figure reflected deeply in her eyes.
He looked out over the dock to the residents who greeted him.
...Just like the time when they saw him off on his voyage, the streets were still crowded with people in colorful clothes, and young girls and boys enthusiastically threw flowers, shouting his name and welcoming him back.
Just like before, as if nothing has changed.
But at this moment, the young girl is no longer the girl she was before, and the young boy is no longer the boy he was before.
The lady who worked at the tailor shop on East Street was the most enthusiastic when she saw off the captain. However, she was no longer visible in the crowd. When the black-sailed boat cut through the river, he saw that the tailor shop on the street, which was once very busy, was now covered with dust. The lady who always sat in front of the shop to solicit customers had gone to some place, leaving behind only a rusty sewing machine.
The young man on West Street, the one who shouted the loudest back then, once wished Su Ming'an a safe journey. At that time, there was still light in the young man's eyes. At this moment, the one sitting on the street smoking a pipe and being pulled by the ear by an old lady was him. He was trembling, took out a pill from his arms, poured it into his mouth, and still coughed.
The girl from North Street, who shyly threw a glass bottle into Su Mingan's hand, is now a mother of two children. Her skin is tanned, and she has lost her fairy-like aura. She walks home step by step, dragging the sun-drenched and heavy fish basket on her body, carrying her newly weaned child on her back.
The wupeng boat moved forward, still seeing the same scene, but it was no longer the same generation.
There will always be young faces, but faces will never stay young forever.
Su Mingan looked at Yueyue beside him, her black hair was streaked with white strands.
In order to prevent the shadow from blocking his last body, his real body was stored in the Holy City before crossing. He is now using a bionic body made by the gods, which cannot exert his full strength, but it is safer. Even if he dies accidentally, his consciousness can return to the Holy City.
The appearance of this body will not change, but the inside will still age. When the hundred years are up, he will need to replace it with a bionic body.
Under the floating ribbons, Yueyue sighed.
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