Even with himself now, Li Yi doesn't think that anyone can't survive without him.
Bai Shi pursed his lips and muttered quietly: "But in the end I still dropped out of school. You said I couldn't live a hard life, but I could eat noodles in clear soup every day. You said I couldn't do rough work, but I could run 100 takeout orders a day, and then I could sell film stickers."
Facing Bai Shi's muttering, Li Yi just smiled faintly.
Although Bai Shi's record about himself made him skip quickly, the time could not be hidden from Li Yi's eyes no matter how fast it was reversed. He saw Bai Shi working two jobs, running around the city day and night, working as a waiter, washing dishes, setting up stalls, and delivering takeout.
At the beginning, I was cheated by the agency and worked for 10 days for nothing. In the end, I was so hungry that I went to a restaurant to eat the leftovers from other people's tables. Later, after gradually becoming familiar with the survival rules of migrant workers, my life was still bumpy, and the troubles and troubles never stopped.
Some people cried because they were deducted money for overtime delivery, some had stomachaches from eating expired food to save money, and some compared prices for a piece of clothing that they had to change. The drawers were full of points cards from various supermarkets, and activities in major shopping malls during the New Year and other holidays.
When Li Yi was in primary school, he lived in the city with his mother for a while. At that time, he lived in a rented house with his mother. His mother probably lived a frugal life like this. This is the life of the lower class. There is no such thing as a stable life. Some people just work hard to make a living.
Bai Shi may not have noticed it, but Li Yi could tell at first sight that she had changed. She was no longer the young lady who never touched women, but a low-level worker like her mother.
His proud chin was no longer raised, his shoulders shrank unconsciously, his spine slightly bent, his head was always lowered, and he exuded a musty smell from the basement.
Li Yi praised: "It's amazing, I'm not as good as you."
"Don't praise me, I know myself." Bai Shi lowered his head slightly and buried his face in his chest. Li Yi shook his head and said, "I'm telling the truth. Being alive is amazing, not to mention that you paid for my medical expenses."
This praise was something that many of the Tianjiao of the Xiandao era had never received, and it was not because Li Yi was partial or gave them any special treatment. He often praised others, but the objects of praise were rarely those who were born with plenty of food and clothing.
Li Changsheng has traveled in the mortal world for thousands of years. He has seen most people, not the geniuses and the kings and generals. Instead, he has seen the lowest level of laborers, the people who bury their heads in the loess. In modern times, he himself is a farmer, who grew up doing farm work and started planting rice in the fields at the age of 7.
It is a great thing for working people to be alive, and this has been true in ancient and modern times.
Li Yi placed his palm on the white stone, lifted the other person's head slightly, and said with a smile: "Don't be ashamed of these ten years. I am proud of you."
Bai Shi lowered his head even deeper, his ears were red. The little man on his shoulder also made the same move unconsciously. Then Qiong Yu immediately gave himself a big hug and turned his body twice in the air.
Because of the special connection between the two, Bai Shi seemed to have been slapped in the face. He turned around and glared at Qiong Yu angrily, asking, "Qiong Yu, what are you doing?"
"No." The villain replied with an indifferent expression, "Let's think about how to end it. We have reached the end. I wonder if you can create a history that does not exist."
There was a strong sense of vigilance and sarcasm between the lines. Although Bai Shi could not read the other person's mind, he could still hear that Qiong Yu disliked Li Yi very much.
Li Yi said: "I said I would take you back to 15 years ago, and this will not change."
Qiong Yu retorted, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. There is no way ahead. How can you go to something that does not exist? Not to mention 15 years ago, it is impossible to go forward even one minute now."
Li Yi said: "That's why I said you are stupid."
Being insulted once again, Qiong Yu was completely furious and kept jumping on Bai Shi's shoulder: "You are very smart and have the ability to create a non-existent history. Without spiritual energy and laws, how can time exist?"
"History is an extension and record of human activities. It exists in people's hearts, in the hearts of countless people, not in spirits and laws. Don't regard the era outside of spirits as nothingness. You who claim to be immortals and gods are nothing in front of me."
Li Yi waved his hand and an ordinary brush flew out of the air. The hair on the tip of the brush was made of wool, the pen holder was made of compressed wood, and the paint on it was also nothing special.
The only difference is that it contains the luck of the underworld.
This is the brush that Li Yi used to confer the title of the City God. He remembered that he bought it at a roadside grocery store for 10.80 yuan. Since then, Li Yi has never used this brush again. In theory, its status is equivalent to the ancient Nine Cauldrons, and it is a symbol of the orthodoxy of the underworld.
The underworld also controls the dreams of all living beings, so it is a good opportunity for me to borrow this function.
Gather the dreams of millions of people and recall the past.
Li Yi came to the window, opened it, and let the wind from ten years ago blow in, blowing on his face and the face of the person behind him.
"It could be the emergence of the first written language, the patterns drawn on the murals by ancient humans, Cangjie's creation of characters, the rule of Yao and Shun, or the vendor downstairs."
“It is the people who make history, not you or me.”
He turned his head slightly, the breeze lifted his long black hair. Who knows how much power that could overturn the world is hidden under that ordinary face.
Beneath the calm tone, there is the vicissitudes of life, as if he is an old man.
"I have lived for 5,000 years, and history is in my heart. This can be the starting point because I remember it."
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