Maybe tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Or maybe billions of years ago...
The ti was too long, it was so long that even a god could not keep those mories of the years.
That day, on a riverbank, a young man in a white shirt walked slowly. The world seed to be just like a new life. Apart from a large number of plants, there were no living animals in sight.
The young man's eyes were indifferent.
After a long ti, the boy's pace slowed down, and a strange look appeared in his extrely indifferent eyes.
Right in front of him, on the bank of the river, a beautiful woman was staring at the mud on the bank.
"Unexpectedly, after the world opens again, creatures have ford in this world." The boy stepped forward as his voice was weakly said.
"Sir, you are?"
After seeing the teenager, the beautiful woman also looked surprised, "I have been here for decades, but you are still the first living thing I have seen... Why I have never seen you before?"
"You haven't been alive long enough." Those deep eyes rested on the beauty, motionless.
"Have you lived for a long ti?" The beauty's tone was sowhat puzzled.
"Yeah."
There was a smile on the beauty's face, and her voice was a little bit of surprise, "Then you must have traveled many places and seen many novel things, I have a question that I want to ask you!"
"Say!"
The beauty thought a little bit before she said, "I have lived for decades and have stayed here for decades, but I have never seen soone like , and I have never seen soone like you. Since you have lived for a long ti, you must have seen the sa living beings like us, right?"
"I have seen them a long ti ago." The boy replied.
The beauty was a little puzzled, "A long ti ago? Then, in this world now, there is no one anymore?"
"Apart from you, I haven't seen anyone else in recent years."
There was a regretful expression on the beauty's face, "When I was born, this world was like this, but after so many years, it is still like this. I don't know when I will die. Living like this is really boring."
After listening, the boy looked at the sparkling, but still water-like surface of the lake, and said nothing.
"Sir, do you have a way to make this world have many lives? For example, like you, like ?"
After a long ti, the beauty spoke again as she looked at the boy expectantly.
"You an you want to create life?" After listening, the young man's expression was calm, his leisurely gaze lightly swept across the beauty, and when he saw her peculiar lower body, he gently shook his head.
The beauty was confused, "Sir, why are you shaking your head? Is it possible that even you have no ways too?"
"Have." The boy was silent for a while before speaking.
"Huh?" The beauty was taken aback, and then she was delighted, "Really? That's great... Sir, tell how to do it!"
"Life is actually made of mud. And fate made you born on the bank of this river. In fact, it has already given you instructions. Take out so mud from the mud on the bank, and squeeze it into action according to the life you imagine." The young man replied.
The smile on the beauty's face gradually disappeared, and a lot of doubts appeared again, "Use clay to make life?"
"Yes, all living beings actually co from the silt."
The beauty then began ditating.
After a while, a smile appeared on her face again.
"Sir, then you say, what kind of creature should I make? Like you or ?" There was a bit of innocence in her voice as those soft eyes were all placed on the boy's body.
"Everything is up to you." The boy's tone was light and didn't care.
"Great!"
The beauty nodded.
Then using her jade-like perfect hand, she took out a mass of silt from the bank of the river.
Since this was her first ti, her moves were very rusty.
After a while, she pinched the human figure in the sa way as a teenager.
"I'll help you." The boy looked for a while, then spoke softly.
"Okay." The beauty focused her attention and answered a word.
The young man then sat down as he took out a mass of silt from the bank of the river. However, his movents were quite skilled. Before long, he quickly turned the mud into a variety of creatures in his hands.
Fish, snakes, birds, tigers, lions...
Whenever it took shape, after the boy put it on the ground, those creatures either went into the water and disappeared, or quickly ran into the silent forest.
"Sir, have you ever made people before?" Next, the beauty saw strange creatures constantly appearing from the hands of a young man. In the way, she looked over curiously and couldn't help but ask.
The boy shook his head, "Never."
"Then, what did you make?"
"It's just so animals."
"Sir, I an, have you squeezed mud to create creatures like this before?"
"Perhaps I have. But it's too long, I can't rember it anymore."
"So that is the case! Then, do you know how long you have lived?"
"I don't know!"
"Actually, I don't know how long I have lived either, maybe decades, maybe millenniums, maybe since the birth of this world, I have already been there."
"That's a coincidence."
"Yes, but sir is better than . I never knew how to squeeze out so life through soil before. It would be great if I could et sir sooner."
"Now, it's not too late."
On the river bank, the boy and the beauty were chatting with each other.
On the occasion of the chat, the beauty created humans from mud.
All the creatures that the boy pinched left this place.
However, the humans pinched by the beauty did not leave. Instead, they surrounded the river bank, very cleverly began to build houses, fences, and transplant trees. Soon, the originally barren river bank beca lively.
Houses were taking shape.
In the chimney, there was constantly rising smoke.
At the beginning, those human beings were just looking for fruit to eat in the forest.
Later, they started hunting animals and fishes pinched by the boy for use.
During that ti, the beauty had been squatting by the river while pinching out human one after another.
And the boy also released many creatures in the river and forest.
Many years later, the na of the beauty had been circulated for eternity among the humans she pinched out, nad: Nuwa.
But no one rembered that boy.
He seed to be directly forgotten in the long river of those years...
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