As a result, Bo Xun carried Hua Ling and wandered most of the world. The strange gods he met on the road covered their mouths and snickered when they saw their posture.
Hua Ling was dejected: "My self-esteem has been wiped away by you..."
"What's the point? They won't worry about it." Hua Ling was surprised that Bo Xun was so careless.
Hua Ling noticed that Bo Xun seemed to be barefoot all the time. You don’t need to wear shoes in heaven, right?
Bo Xun walked into a river with bare feet.
"Where to go next?"
"where you live."
After Bo Xun walked along the water for a while, the surrounding scenery changed and turned into a piece of land. The land surrounded a room in the middle, and the furnishings were somewhat familiar.
Bo Xun pushed open the door of the house and was suddenly stunned when he saw everything in the house. The familiar bunk beds, the two familiar desks and a large bookshelf placed in the middle of the desk were from Hua Ling's childhood before he traveled through time.
s room.
The furnishings were like this before Yu Qiuming moved out. After moving out, there were not many changes, except that the desk and chairs were abandoned.
"Why is it furnished like this?" Bo Xun put Hua Ling down and Hua Ling approached the desk and touched the desk and bookshelf.
Although these things should be so big in Hua Ling's memory, Hua Ling retains the memory of these furnishings from his childhood, so now that he sees that these things still match his height, it is not difficult to think that they should be based on
The height is enlarged.
Bo Xun sat on the lower bunk of the bed, bouncing around to test the flexibility of the bed: "The Emperor of Heaven said that you are the focus of attention, and the things in this living area are created according to your inner wishes, the living environment you want most.
To put it simply, it is what kind of house you want it to be.”
Hua Ling curiously put her hand on a desk and wiped it. When she raised her hand, she could clearly see the dust on her hand.
Bo Xun stood up and grabbed Hua Ling's wrist and saw the ash on his hand. He wiped the desk himself, squeezing his fingers and wondering: "It shouldn't be, here..."
"If this place was generated based on my memory, it would be normal. In my memory, this is my brother's desk. It has been gathering dust since he moved out."
In fact, Fang Qitian often wiped the table after Yu Qiuming moved out, imagining that her cousin would be at home after school, but in her memory, she seemed to be wiping the table every day, and the more she wiped, the dirtier it became.
In the past, if you didn’t know how to do homework, you could ask your cousin. The two children would quarrel because they thought each other was stupid. Fang Qitian’s parents wouldn’t let Fang Qitian eat ice cream, so Yu Qiuming would bring ice cream to the room.
The room was allocated to Fang Qitian...
Before Yu Qiuming moved out of the old house, every day was like a festival to Fang Qitian.
To put it bluntly, Yu Qiuming is Fang Qitian’s light.
What Fang Qitian hates most is facing his grandma. Even though grandma points fingers at others every day, she can't hit or scold her, just because grandma doesn't have a good brain.
She would also complain about her father. If her father made more money, would she be able to move out like Yu Qiuming?
Can I still interact with Yu Qiuming every day?
Can I go to Germany to study like Yu Qiuming?
Yes or no……
There is no longer a question of right or wrong, all this has passed, and I no longer have a brother named "Yu Qiuming" or "Hua Shuo". They have forgotten me.
…
Hua Ling put down the things she had been carrying with her. When the baggage touched the table, it made a knocking sound. Hua Ling pulled out her chair and sat down, looking up through the window and looking out the window.
Just like in the memory, the desk faces a window, there are two in total, and the wall in the middle is upright against the bookshelf.
There are a lot of books on the bookshelf, but for some reason, even after I spent a few pages flipping through them, they were all blank and wordless.
Suddenly Hua Ling saw a very familiar cover. It was a notebook with a cardboard cover. The first page she opened was completely white paper, but there were seven words written on it: Class 1, Class 5 - Fang Qi
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Hua Ling suddenly realized that this was the diary he had kept when he was a child. He remembered that he would keep this diary with him even if he moved.
While I was writing, my mother read it many times. Later, because my mother didn't understand, I refused to show her the diary and even tore out a few pages.
Hua Ling flipped through a few pages and found the pages that had been torn off by her mother. However, the torn pieces were still mixed in and fell out when she was flipping through them.
Hua Ling leaned down and picked up the fragments.
Bo Xun also helped pick up the pieces of paper and handed them to Hua Ling: "These are very important to you, aren't they?"
Hua Ling nodded.
"You still keep a diary?"
"When I was a child, the teacher assigned me a diary as my homework, so I started writing it. But then I thought about it, shouldn't I just keep a diary if I wanted to? I never picked up a pen again." Hua Ling put the fragments back into the diary.
, continued to flip through, "It's just that this diary should only be used for recording up to the third grade."
After I kept this diary until I was in third grade, the unused blank pages at the back were used to write novels that came to my mind.
"Why did you only write until the third grade?" Bo Xun rested on the back of the chair where Hua Ling was sitting, watching Hua Ling flip through his diary.
"I can't remember why, maybe I just don't want to remember."
"Is it because life is always the same and boring, and writing it is in vain?" Bo Xun saw Hua Ling flipping through the novel he had written, and said a few words casually, "I feel like the lives of the characters in your novels are better than your own.
Life is alive.”
Hua Ling's diary is in black and white, but the lives of the people he writes about are colorful. That may be the life that Hua Ling yearns for, a life that he never dares to imagine.
"How could it be? My life is also full of vitality...it's just that my vitality was suppressed when it was about to burst out."
If there hadn't been that time travel, and Fang Qitian and Yu Qiuming had returned from their trip, Fang Qitian would have been able to go to college, and maybe have the life she imagined, but everything would have been cut off.
"Well... let me ask you, wasn't life exciting when you were Hua Ling?" Bo Xun put his face next to Hua Ling's. Hua Ling turned to look at Bo Xun, and the two looked at each other.
"It is indeed sad to not be remembered by others, but you can't deny that you have experienced those things. Aren't those things enough to enrich your life?"
"Are you comforting me?"
When Bo Xun was about to say something big, Hua Ling's sudden words made Bo Xun stare at him in shock.
"Why are you saying this? And you have no reason to help me so much. If I was your host in the past, but not now, you have no reason to wait for me at the end of the ladder." Hua Ling closed the diary.
Look into Bo Xun's eyes and wait for his answer.
"And...um!?——" Hua Ling was about to say something else, but Bo Xun took a piece of pastry and stuffed it into Hua Ling's mouth.
Bo Xun stood up, walked to Hua Ling, propped up the table and looked at Hua Ling who was chewing the cake in his mouth, and sighed: "I admit, I like you."