Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Boaz looked alert, staring...
Boaz looked alert, staring at Bai Tianming as if he were staring at a leopard ready to pounce, and like a rabbit with its ears pricked up, he stepped back.
Bai Tianming looked at him with a smile and said, "I'm just asking, and you're like this. If I really let go, what do you think you can hide here?"
Boaz lowered his eyes for a moment, remaining silent for a moment. Then, as stiff as a baguette that had been in a window for ten days, he said, "That's all right."
"Since it doesn't matter," Bai Tianming slowly squatted down, staring at him and asked, "Then why don't you cut yourself open with a knife and hang yourself on a hook like a roast duck for everyone to see?"
"Am I just a roast duck in your eyes?" Boaz suddenly raised his head, stared at Bai Tianming, narrowed his eyes, and asked with some indignation, almost filled with righteous indignation.
Bai Tianming looked him over and said with a half-smile, "Isn't that what you wish for?
"You think that in the eyes of an omnipotent God, ordinary people are nothing. What are you? Just dust and ants. No matter what, you are not worthy of being on the stage, and you don't need to take it to heart."
Boaz's face quickly turned red, and he looked furious. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "That's not necessarily the case. It's just targeting one person!"
"That's right," Bai Tianming nodded, put the sunflower in his pocket, and smiled with interest. "It doesn't necessarily target one person, it can target a group of people at the same time. You're just one of them, so what's so special about you? Don't take yourself too seriously, especially when you think you're facing an omniscient and omnipotent god."
"Why is this happening?" Boaz asked, frowning tightly, his face turning a little green, and anger burning in his dark eyes.
"When everything is no longer restricted, you can do whatever you want. Since you can do whatever you want, what is there to care about? If you don't care about anything, then nothing you do will be strange. What do you think?" Bai Tianming asked him as if he was sitting next to him admiring the moon.
Boaz took a deep breath and closed his eyes, probably trying to calm himself down.
Bai Tianming looked him up and down and said, "It seems that you don't want to talk tonight. It doesn't matter. I don't have to know. Go back and rest now. I have things to do. Don't bother me anymore."
Boaz opened his eyes and laughed, "How did you see that?"
He crawled to Bai Tianming's side on all fours, like a chameleon lizard, looked at him and said, "I don't think I have any flaws."
"Although you did put a lot of effort into your disguise at first," Bai Tianming sighed, feeling like he wouldn't be willing to go back to his room anytime soon, "you really don't look like someone who's trapped by anything, let alone just a few memories or past events. For you, even if there really is something, it's probably nothing more than this."
Boaz nodded, dusted off his clothes, and stood up, saying, "I'll go back to my room then."
He stood at the door of the room, opened the door and waved to Bai Tianming.
Bai Tianming looked at him. He was standing at the door, as sticky as a piece of stringy cheese. He smiled and said, "If you have time and are willing to ask again, I would be happy to tell you those things. See you tomorrow!"
After saying that, he closed the door.
Bai Tianming took out the sunflower from his pocket and looked at it. He didn't really want to bring it into the room, but if he left it outside, there was no guarantee that something might happen.
Moreover, the flowerpot was broken and there was no place to put it. It would be too troublesome to open the utility room in the middle of the night and find a new one.
If Nanpu comes to look for it, this matter will be much simpler. However, if the flowerpot breaks again later, wouldn’t it be a waste of time?
Forget it, let’s just leave it alone for now.
Bai Tianming put the sunflower in his pocket, opened the door and went into his room.
As soon as he entered, Abel frowned, like a caracal whose fur stood on end because its territory was invaded. He sniffed in Bai Tianming's direction and frowned even more tightly.
Bai Tianming closed the door, took out the sunflowers, put them on the table, found a box from the drawer, put the sunflowers in it, and placed it against the wall to prevent them from falling.
Abel stood by and watched, looking thoughtful, hesitant to speak, with a bad look on his face.
Bai Tianming put away the box and sunflowers, sat at the table, looked at him, and asked as if he was greeting his own pet cat: "Are you unhappy?"
Abel was happy about his closeness, but at the same time, he felt a little awkward because he wasn't used to it. His heart beat even faster than before. With a complicated expression, he said, "Isn't it a little inappropriate to put this thing here?"
"I originally placed it outside, but the flowerpot was broken. It would be too troublesome to find a new one late at night. It would be better to come in and find a box." Bai Tianming shook his head and spread out his hands.
"Okay." Abel nodded, his expression softened, and he obeyed him.
Bai Tianming withdrew his hand, looked at him and smiled: "We haven't finished talking about what happened before. Have you thought about how to say it?"
Abel looked at Bai Tianming and felt his heart pounding like a broken drum. He quickly looked away, almost breathless, but still pretended to be calm and said, "I've thought it through."
He closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's just a few words."
He opened his eyes and suddenly found that Bai Tianming had walked to his side without him knowing when. He was immediately startled and felt that Bai Tianming might have heard his heartbeat. He was almost a little panicked.
In fact, when he stood here, if Bai Tianming wanted to hear something from him, it would only take a moment. However, most of the time, Bai Tianming did not do that, because most people would not want him to hear what they were thinking.
Therefore, Bai Tianming didn't listen specifically, but his heartbeat was indeed very fast. Bai Tianming stood one step away from him and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He quickly took three steps back and stuck close to the wall again, like a spider that had just come down from the wall. When he was discovered, he immediately curled up, his face gradually turning red. He stared at Bai Tianming, wanting to explain that it was because of the hot weather, but he felt that Bai Tianming would not believe him.
After all, Bai Tianming was the master of this territory. How could he not know what the weather was like here? This statement was unacceptable.
Abel thought about it and felt that whatever he said now would sound weird, so he remained silent for a while. Bai Tianming stood beside him and watched him.
His expression returned to normal. He turned sideways to face Bai Tianming and said nonchalantly, "Actually, I don't remember the exact details of the oath, but I remember the general meaning."
He lowered his eyes, his face pale and calm, like an ancient priest gazing at an insignificant human-skin drum from a high platform. He said calmly, "I swore to the Black Goat Mother that I was willing to follow her. I also promised that if I regretted anything, I would make it clear immediately, without delay, without concealment, and without ambiguity. The Black Goat Mother agreed."
Abel closed his eyes, and it seemed as if he had returned to many years ago, to those extremely boring days when he knelt like a devout believer in the dark shrine of the Mother of Black Goats, his soul wandering somewhere unknown.
He also had his eyes closed at that time, kneeling on a thin, dusty mat. The door behind him was open, and the wind blew in from outside, somehow blowing onto his back. He was so cold that goose bumps appeared all over his body in an instant.
The clothes rustled behind him, and the sound drifted in the wind, as if there were people everywhere. In a trance, he almost thought that the sound came from another person outside the door.
He wanted to raise his head to take a look, but he felt that doing so would seem disrespectful to the Black Goat Mother in front of him. After hesitating, his back gradually warmed up, and his thin clothes gradually drooped down as if they had lost their vitality, and the sound of the wind also became quieter.
He no longer hesitated, put away his messy thoughts, still closed his eyes, and pressed his forehead, which was burning as if he had a fever, against the cold floor.
He still remembered that the cold floor was made of ebony. The pitch-black wood looked like a black hole when there was no light, yet it was extremely clean and smooth. When the door was open, one could see a little shadow, and if the distance was closer, the shadow would be even clearer.
But if you want to use this shadow to see your appearance, you are totally wrong. This is wood, not a mirror. Even if there is a shadow, it is just blurry, like ripples on water, with some of the colorful colors outside, but incomplete, like reality and illusion, and seeming to exist and not exist.
If one were unconscious and saw something like this, one might really feel that all past and present lives had ended here. If there was an afterlife, it would definitely come back.
In this way, faith will naturally become more devout.
Even if you don't believe it, you have to plant two seeds of stubbornness and you can't forget them easily.
He really had nothing to do. He was alone and had a long life. He stayed in the ancestral hall for a long time. Suddenly, it occurred to him that he could ask the Mother of the Black Goat something.
He swore an oath in order to do something, but he did it not because he was devout or kind-hearted, but simply because he was extremely bored and happened to be chosen.
The Black Goat Mother gave him one thing.
He took the matter and left the ancestral hall, taking a group of black goat kids with him. Later, he met Bai Tianming.
Abel's voice suddenly became as thin as a willow branch in the cold wind, swaying and flexible, permeated with a chill, with some shadows of the past, and a hazy expression. "But the Black Goat Mother said that if I regretted my first step, it would receive no compensation. It's too unfair."
Abel asked the mother of the black goat for compensation. The mother of the black goat said that if he changed his mind before the matter was done, he would be split in two, unless someone picked an apple from the Garden of Eden for him.
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