Until a hundred years later, all the familiar people in the mountain village had passed away.
The last one to die was the child who loved to eat braised pork and helped his parents with work when he was young.
When the Lord God looked at the death of the grizzled old man, his eyes, which had always been calm, finally showed a trace of fluctuation.
"You should understand, right?"
Ye Qingyun looked at the God Lord again, this time his tone became serious.
The Lord of God was silent, as if he didn't know what to say.
When Ye Qingyun saw this, he continued to speak on his own.
"As you can see, they are all very ordinary creatures. To use your words, they are like ants."
"In just a hundred years, they have disappeared between heaven and earth. For you and me, their lives are too short. It seems that there is really no need to come to the world."
The Lord of God still did not speak. This was indeed his idea and the reason why he was so indifferent to all sentient beings.
"But you have also seen that no matter whether their lives are short or long, they seem to be able to find the beauty that belongs to them."
"That child, even when he was old, would often recall eating the braised pork cooked by his mother when he was young."
"That butcher, he got sick in middle age, and even when he was dying on the hospital bed, he was still thinking about the dozen or so puppies in the village."
"That old man spent his whole life worrying about his children and grandchildren, but after seeing his children and grandchildren living in harmony and unity, he was able to leave with peace of mind."
"This beauty may be a beloved thing that parents prepared for themselves when they were children, or it may be for their children and grandchildren in old age.
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The house is full."
"Maybe it's the joy and excitement when I see a rainbow after the rain."
"Maybe it's the reward and satisfaction of catching fish."
"Probably a pointless run with my friends."
"Even if you are sitting in a daze in the house when it rains, it is still a kind of beauty."
Speaking of this, Ye Qingyun's whole person seemed to have become different.
"For me, the best memory is when Da Mao and I ran together when Da Mao was very young."
"It runs very fast. It always runs in front of me and then deliberately stops and turns back to wait for me."
"It was the same when we arrived at Fuyun Mountain. Da Mao and I walked leisurely on the mountain road. We walked aimlessly, picked a flower and put it on Da Mao's head. We didn't have any worries or worries."
"That mountain road seems to go on forever."
Scenes from the past flowed through Ye Qingyun's eyes.
And these memories also belong to the Divine Lord.
After all, this is also the memory of the Lord God and Da Mao.
No matter what he becomes, no matter how distant the future is, he will never forget the memories with Da Mao.
He remembered everything clearly.
"You think the birth of life is meaningless, but if you could live again, would you be willing to choose to be born in this world again in order to continue running with Da Mao?"
Ye Qingyun's last question was like spring breeze turning into rain, completely hitting the biggest and deepest weakness in the mind of the God Lord.
What is the meaning of coming to life?
In Ye Qingyun's view, it is to pursue all the beautiful moments that may be experienced in this life.
These are worthy of every life brought into the world.
Ye Qingyun gave the Lord God an answer.
Faced with Ye Qingyun's question, the God Lord also gave his own answer.
His eyes gradually became hazy, and tears fell from his face.
"I would like... to come to this world again."
"As long as I can keep running with Da Mao, I am willing to be born in this world as many times as I want!"
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Chapter completed!