Boluogo moved to the side and made room for Aimu. The two sat at the back of the car, swinging their legs like children, watching the train disappear after leaving the sand, gravel, smoke and dust behind.
Since meeting the astronaut, Boluogo can be sure that the "past life" is not as simple as he thought, and his time travel is inextricably related to the devil.
From Boluogo's perspective, he regarded his "past life" as another world. He seemed to have crossed the world's barriers with the power of the devil, arrived in the current world, and was reborn here.
"In the beginning, my life was very ordinary, just like all other living beings."
Bologg hid the part about his "past life". It was better not to tell anyone about this kind of thing that he couldn't understand. Then he told Aimu the life of Bologg Lazarus from the beginning.
"According to the current geographical classification, I was born in an inconspicuous remote town within the borders of the Lai-in Confederacy.
That town is really inconspicuous, and its location is not marked on many maps. Children who have left home can only rely on memories to find their way home."
Talking about this, Boluogo's voice became softer, his body leaned back, his hands were on the ground, and his head was half raised.
"Next to the town, there is a forest full of redwood trees. They are densely packed together. The dense leaves block all light. Even during the day, deep in the forest, it is still as dark as night.
.
The town had no name at first. Because of this redwood forest, over time people called it Redwood Town. Redwood Town is so small that it usually takes only a short walk to complete a circle around the town.
Being close to the forest, most people in the town work as lumberjacks, laboriously cutting down trees, and then waiting for businessmen to come and transport them out of the town in exchange for money."
Aimu retracted his legs, hugged his knees and sat next to Boluogo, listening attentively.
"Just like everyone else in the town, my father is also a lumberjack. He goes out early in the morning and comes back in the evening. He is extremely tired every day."
When he mentioned these things, Boluogo felt that his memory was a little vague, and what followed was an indelible sense of strangeness.
"Even though he is a lumberjack, he is not strong and looks even a little thin. But with such a thin body, he can swing a heavy ax and knock down huge redwood trees. People say that he is like
A piece of forged iron.
My mother has always been in poor health, so she did not go out to work, but was responsible for taking care of things at home. During her break, she liked to knit clothes, and she was half a tailor. She made all the clothes at home."
Boluogo recalled with an expressionless face.
"I was born into such a family.
I was a bit precocious, and I was very different from my peers when I was a child. While my peers were chasing and fighting, I was learning to read. When they couldn't even write basic words, I already had the ability to read most books."
There is no way that Bologg will not mature prematurely. He is born with the memory of his "past life". This heavy burden makes Bologg incompatible with everything in Sequoia Town.
In order to understand all this, the young Boluogo worked hard to learn knowledge related to this world, trying to find some clues.
"It may also be due to my premature maturity. My family members are not very good at getting along with me. In their words... I am not like a child.
Likewise, the kids in town are afraid of me and say I'm a freak."
Boluogo was silent for a while and laughed at himself, "Maybe I really am a freak."
"Some of them bullied me because they were stronger than me. Sometimes I could escape, but sometimes I would be blocked and beaten."
Aimu was surprised. She didn't expect that Bologe would have such a past. Just when she wanted to comfort him, Bologg said something that shocked her even more.
"I have no idea about this, I just regard it as a naughty child. I have no interest in arguing with a group of children. It would be too inappropriate.
But people's patience is limited. They bullied me too many times, and I realized it was time to teach them a lesson.
One day, just like every other day, they came to chase me, and I deliberately led them deep into the forest. When it became completely dark, they began to be afraid."
Boluogo's expression was subtle, as if he was enjoying his memories, "No matter how strong the body is, it is not as hard as a stone. I grabbed a stone and smashed their heads until they were bleeding."
"Of course, there will be a lot of trouble afterwards. Fortunately, they no longer dare to mess with me, and the people in the town are even more afraid of me."
Boluogo smiled helplessly, "But my parents still love me and know that I like reading. My father often asks businessmen from outside to bring all kinds of books, even though he and my mother are neither
Literacy.”
When mentioning these, Boluogo remembered something interesting, "My father was deceived several times by businessmen. The businessmen said those books were related to history, but in fact they were some newspapers and periodicals cut together."
"My life before joining the army was probably like this. Reading, studying, and helping out at home. The monotonous days repeated themselves day by day."
Boluogo asked, "It's boring, isn't it? It's not like the life I should have at all."
"But life is like this, monotony and boredom are the main themes," Aimu said. "Those like us who are so adventurous are the real freaks."
Bologger laughed.
Aimu took a deep breath and said nervously, "Bologo, actually... your childhood was very bad, wasn't it?"
"Why do you say that?"
"When you mentioned your parents, you emphasized that they loved you very much, but your expression was stiff, as if you were telling a story about a stranger."
Aimu said, "I know you won't lie to me, so this is not a lie, but this is your true emotion."
Boluogo fell silent and looked blankly at the railway track beneath him, which continued to extend until it disappeared from the end of his field of vision.
This silence lasted for a long time, until Aimu felt that he had said the wrong thing and was ready to apologize.
"When I was a child, for a long time, I had a strong sense of strangeness and resistance towards my parents and even the world."
Boluogo tried to confess his heart, "I don't belong to this world."
"Interestingly, I can also feel the same emotions from my parents. They love me very much, but they also have a sense of strangeness towards me. We rarely talk to each other and rarely have in-depth exchanges. Even if we have blood Even though they are connected, they still maintain a sense of distance.
We are more like close friends than family, but no matter how close we are, we always maintain a safe distance."
Boluogo understood that this was his "previous life" that was affecting him at that time. The "previous life" constantly reminded him that this was not his own world. For this world, he was a complete stranger.
As for the parents...
Boluogo didn't want to think deeply about those things... No matter how he looked at them, they were his parents.
No matter what, this is an indisputable fact.
"To be honest, I can't remember what they looked like. Maybe it's been too long."
Boluogo tried hard to recall, but only the image of Mohu Lake remained in his mind, along with the memories of that year.
"My life is a little too fragmented, and I even have the feeling that the person I was before joining the army was not really me, but a beautiful dream and a chaotic hallucination."
Aimu said, "I have had a similar feeling."
"I always dream about the other me and her life... Later I realized that it was Alice, the echo left by her soul."
"It sounds quite similar," Boluogo continued. "After staying in the dark cell for a long time, Guan's brain has lost its clarity. What I have said to you is actually all I have learned about my life before joining the army. Remembered."
Burlogo suspected that the light had damaged his brain.
"No matter how detailed it is, I can't remember it. It's just like a dream that quickly fades away in my mind after waking up, leaving only a few traces for memories."
Aimu joked, "Maybe it was really a dream?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you are a debtor, it is not surprising if something strange happens to a debtor. After all, it comes from the devil's bad taste," Aimu thought, "You also said that you can't remember the contents of the transaction."
Boluogo didn't speak, and his dull thoughts started to spin rapidly. He continued to think along Aimu's joke, but after a few turns, he was interrupted by Aimu.
Aimu asked, "After you were released from prison, did you go home to see me?"
"No, as I said, the place where I was born is a remote town. It is rarely marked even on the map. There is no such place as Redwood Town in the official records of the Rhine League."
Boluogo seemed to be telling a fairy tale, "Children who leave home can only rely on memories to find their way home... I can't remember these anymore, let alone sixty-seven years have passed and everything has changed. Maybe the endless redwood forest has long been turned into cultivated fields."
"As for my parents..."
Burlogo paused for a moment, then said, "I try not to think about these things."
Aimu looked at Boluogo's expression. He still had that indifferent and indifferent look, but this time Boluogo's eyes were filled with sadness.
She understood that sixty-seven years was a short moment to the undead, but to humans, this might be their entire life.
There is no need to think too clearly about some things.
Aimu comforted, "I think Lazarus and his wife will bless you."
Boluogo whispered, "Lazarus and his wife?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, my parents' last name is not Lazarus, they don't have a last name."
Aimu was a little confused. She learned from the book that due to different regional cultures, some people did not have a surname, but it was obvious that Boluogo had a surname, this strange Lazarus.
Boluogo patted his cheek hard to wake himself up.
"My parents were orphans from the war. They had no family, no literacy, and no names."
"When I learned this, I was extremely surprised. I was curious as to how they came up with such a name for me."
Boluogo recalled those strange days.
"My parents said that my name was not chosen by them, but by one of their friends."
