"I... I... I didn’t co for you, I... I didn’t know, truly! I just ca over..."
Whoo~Whoo~
Qingbai’s reaction was beyond his expectations, which brought him imnse sha. To cover it up, he could only say this.
But before he finished speaking, the noise of the approaching green-skinned train with its "whoo whoo" drowned out all the young man’s words. He fell silent, looking at the stack of red banknotes in his hand, then gazed at the figure that had already walked dozens of ters away, back turned to him.
Subconsciously reaching out, he wanted to take out the little plush bear, but the other person did not see it.
He stared blankly, and in that instant, as an onlooker to his own life, he understood everything—his world was filled with that one light, and she was it.
But in her world, vast and able to contain so many others, she had no obligation to focus all her attention on him alone.
He was just a passerby, that was all...
To her, he was like the classmates he’d encountered in elentary school, none of them significant, rely fellow students.
The view of her retreating back resembled that of his departing parents. The lantern light, wielding its own handle, fiercely knocked him from heaven straight down to hell. The train’s steel wheels rolling over the tracks also crushed the fragile dreams in the boy’s heart. The dust stirred up by the passing train hit him as did the cold sumr wind from that year, making him shiver involuntarily.
The adhesive bandage hardly managed to cling to a wound that couldn’t be healed, and as the wound seethed, nothing could prevent the entity nad pain from perating through. This ti, the tearing sensation shredded his heart as well as the adhesive bandage.
He laughed, the sound bitter-sweet like the mournful music from an old erhu yet tinged with an absurd humor. He suddenly rembered a cody movie, about a boy from the countryside packing his bags, ready to traverse two thousand kiloters to seek out his childhood sweetheart in a big city, filled with anticipation.
Throughout, the protagonist caused a string of ludicrous, bittersweet incidents, with his laughably naive innocence.
Eventually, he discovered that the girl he had pledged his life to in secret was imrsed in a life of luxury and vice, and she scorned him.
It was a cody, but enveloped in a tragedy too sharp to look at directly.
And wasn’t that movie about him?
In this world, he was just in an inconspicuous corner of it, what had happened didn’t matter, and the entire world wouldn’t change for it.
The only sounds he could hear were the "whoo whoo" of the green-skinned train as it passed by him, in the corner of his peripheral vision he saw face after face in the windows looking at him. Lin Jie had no idea what they were thinking or what their hearts held, until they, along with the green-skinned train, completely passed by him, heading towards an unknown future. And that figure he had once anticipated and fantasized about never looked back. To her, he was rely a stranger brushed past, and they should have had no further impressions of each other, then go their separate ways, yet he irrationally involved his emotions.
The dust stirred up by the passing train didn’t settle imdiately. They fluttered in front of Lin Jie’s eyes with the breeze, exuding a sense of freedom under the sunlight, yet also reflecting his bewildernt.
He had never expected this outco. He had arranged all the plots according to his imagination, but this was the result—just at the beginning, he had lost all clues. He wanted to deceive himself that he hadn’t found Liang Qingbai, that he had just arrived in this city. But his mory cruelly laid bare the truth before him.
"The emotions carried from experiences won’t linger long on a person. Ti causes people to forget many things. Those heart-wrenching pains beco mundane in a mont’s glancing back. So say it takes seven years, seven years to forget everything, but it’s not that long in reality. It could just be a few months, maybe three years..."
"So people preserve those emotions forever. As ti passes, these feelings are not forgotten but instead deepen bit by bit. People like this are considered abnormal by the norm."
"Is that all?" Tang Ye tilted his head and said.
"That’s where the story ends," Lin Jie replied.
"What about what happened afterwards?"
Lin Jie smiled faintly, raised his hand to his mouth and tapped it with his little finger. He shook his head carelessly and said, "Afterwards, well, I ca to Qingquan Town, worked in a factory, t a girl. Like , her parents were divorced. She started working there at the age of fourteen, and she saw it as her ho. Perhaps because our experiences were sowhat similar, we got together and she got pregnant with my child, and then..."
He fell silent at this point, with no discernible emotion in his eyes. He turned to look at Tang Ye, seemingly having lost the patience he had before, and said, "What happened afterwards is a long story. I don’t want to talk about it anymore."
"You actually have a wife and a child, where are they now?"
"Dead, all dead, the child was stillborn, died of poverty."
"I’m sorry for uncovering your wounds."
Lin Jie didn’t reveal more of his story, but from what he had told, it was evident that although he was sowhat different from normal people at that ti, he was far from becoming a homicidal maniac. If it was just Liang Qingbai’s emotional neglect of Lin Jie, it wouldn’t be enough to make Lin Jie seek her out in a post-apocalyptic world. But as for what he had experienced afterwards, what his wife and child had gone through, Tang Ye could only imagine since forcibly revealing soone’s scars is highly unethical.
Lin Jie was unmoved by Tang Ye’s apology and didn’t respond. He was waiting for sothing, also giving Tang Ye ti to reflect on the story he had told.
And Tang Ye also understood that Lin Jie telling him that story was nothing more than to show him that they shared similar experiences, took so matters too seriously, and had too many expectations, but the other party didn’t feel the sa.
But was it a friendly reminder or was he just preparing to be made a joke of?
As they both remained silent, Tang Ye suddenly felt sothing and slapped his hand towards Lin Jie beside him.
Bang!
Lin Jie’s head cracked open, spilling black liquid everywhere. Tang Ye frowned: "He ran?"
His gaze swept toward another direction. Instantly smashing through a windowsill and its glass, he leapt into the crowd, his gaze rapidly locking onto a figure that seed entirely unremarkable. With one motion, he practically teleported to a new position, and in his hand, a person was being forcefully pinned against the wall. He tore off the person’s head covering, exposing a face completely unfamiliar to him.
The person was already dead, but it was not Lin Jie.
anwhile, figures like Kano Jie, Huang Quanjiu, Bai Huipeng, Bennis, and other Royal Court powerhouses quickly converged around, looking at the person in Tang Ye’s hand with furrowed brows.
"It’s Mo Jun."
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