Chapter 933 The Village in the Past
Woo! Woo!
The sad wails follow the wind, echoing in the mountains, wandering among the clouds, and unwilling to leave in the night sky of Hikono for a long time.
The huge body looks so desolate at this moment, and the ferocious face looks so pitiful at this moment. At this time, Obik is no longer a terrible monster or a hateful destroyer, but He is a poor man who lost his home.
Horii and Shinjo, who were struggling, stopped on the spot, looking at the monster wailing at the moon with dull eyes. Shinjo said in an extremely incredible tone: "It's weird. He is actually here"
"Crying." Lina whispered: "He is crying sadly."
"Because... he has no home." Dagu said next to him, his voice was very low, and his mood was also low. He was a little depressed. He had lost his parents and left his familiar home since he was a child. He felt the same for Obik's experience.
Diga stood in front of Obik with his hands hanging down, looking at Obik who was making a sad sound. Obik was deliberately hit by the vampire butler's 'flame', and wanted to vent his anger. The unwillingness and resentment in my heart.
Just like a person walking in the rain and getting drunk with wine, he is just using the heavy rain to cover up his unstoppable tears and using alcohol to speak extremely sober words.
The village of the past will never come back.
No one needs to explain this truth. Obik knows it better than anyone else. He has watched the dilapidated small village turn into a prosperous city, watched familiar people leave the village, watched strangers come to Yanye, and watched The silent mountain village was engulfed by modern lightning.
The home in memory no longer exists. Even if the city is destroyed, it will not come back.
It is precisely because Obik knows this that he feels extremely sad and painful. What he hates is not the wanton expansion of the city and the people occupying Yanye, but the helpless and unstoppable passage of time. Children will eventually grow up and leave the familiar village and friends. The village will not remain the same and will eventually change.
The children are growing up day by day, and the times are advancing little by little. Only Obik stays in the past, that dilapidated small village with a creek, lotus root pond and watchtower, those enthusiastic and simple people The villagers in Obike's Hikono Village are neither cold nor indifferent, and everyone is enthusiastic. Instead of being surrounded by high-rise buildings, even the neighbors don't know who they are.
Obik is an earth-bound spirit, and what binds him is actually himself. He binds himself to Yanye with thoughts and memories.
Amid Obik's screams, Diga slowly raised his arms and placed them flat in front of him, causing the colorful timer on his chest to shine with dazzling light, brighter than the bright moon in the sky, and then his arms The arms move upward, drawing a beautiful arc, and overlap at the forehead crystal.
The rhombus crystal blooms with golden light, which converges with the energy accumulated in the right palm, transforming into a colorful rainbow light, and then pushes forward with both palms together, releasing a rainbow foam-like beam of light. , flowing slowly
With his arms flat in front of him, the colorful timer immediately bloomed. The light from his eyes, and then his arms drew an arc upward, so that his hands were folded at the crystal on the forehead. The diamond-shaped crystal bloomed with golden light, and the gathered energy was converted into the color of the rainbow. He put his hands together and pushed forward, from the palms of his hands. The rainbow foam-like beam of light was released, flowing towards Obik like a star river on the ground, wrapping it up.
Wisps of blood-red 'flame' surged out of Obik's body, and were then annihilated by the colorful light. With the injection of the purifying light waves of the full moon, Obik's whine became deeper and deeper. When Tiga stopped outputting energy, it was so weak that it could no longer be heard. Obik, who was surrounded by wisps of colorful light, raised his head and looked at Diga, looking at the brightly lit city, with tall buildings, shining lights, and thousands of This is the city of mankind, and it is also the dark night of mankind.
The village that belonged to him, the night that belonged to him, was gone and would never come back.
Obik lowered his head, his body glowing with colorful light shrank rapidly, and disappeared among the mountains in the blink of an eye, while Diga opposite him also raised his arms and crossed them in front of him. A golden light glowed all over the body, turning into countless light particles and floating away, looking like fireflies all over the sky, as if in a dream.
Sand! sand!
The sound of footsteps stepping on the fallen leaves sounded. Obik, who was sitting on the boulder, did not look back. He still looked at the city down the mountain dreamily and said: "You said everyone still remembers me, can you let me Do you want to see it?”
Chiba Makoto He sat down next to Obik and handed a notebook that could be bought everywhere to Obik. Together they sat in silence under the starry sky, looking at the city below the mountain in silence, and listening to Kusama The chirping of insects and the occasional sound of paper being turned could be heard.
Obik read very slowly, taking a long time to turn a page. He also read very carefully, reading the memories of the old people and the memories of the young people word by word.
Some of them live in Yanye, and some have left Yanye long ago. They have different identities, ages, and living environments, but they have the same emotion for the village where they lived when they were children.
Even though the villages at that time were dilapidated, the roads were muddy, and life was not rich, they were so carefree. You could play with a stick or a piece of mud for a long time, and every road and tree The trees all left their laughter like silver bells. I was so happy at that time, I didn’t know what sadness was.
Even if you have been away from your hometown for a long time, even if your hometown is very different, even if you don’t recognize many people after returning home, even if you haven’t seen each other for a long time, you will still remember the road you walked and the roads you crawled on. The tree I swam in, the river I swam in, the house I lived in, and the friends I played with but haven’t seen for a long time.
The longer I stay away from home and the farther I go, the more I miss the old house in my hometown. Even though the house is dilapidated and has been demolished long ago, I still dream about it at midnight. At that time, I looked at the brightly lit road outside and the tall buildings in the distance, but I wanted to go back to that old house, that dilapidated but peaceful little village, and my carefree childhood.
Although we have left our hometown, we will always remember our hometown in our hearts. Our hometown will always be there, but our hometown only exists in our memory.
In fact, everyone is Obik. They hate cold and strange cities, but they have to live in the city. They are unable to prevent the disappearance of their hometown. They can only miss the past villages and people in their hearts. And my past self.
The old village will never come back, and the old self will stay there forever.
Only when you are alone at night, will you take off your disguise and shed tears called nostalgia, which is the last phantom of the village in the past.
(End of this chapter)