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Chapter 98 The Old Man and the Sea

Section [-] Winter Forest Park

The streets of Winterfell are always deserted throughout the year, and occasionally a few people walk on the street, but it seems abrupt and unnatural.

There is no human technology in this city, and there are few traces of elf magic.Everything seems to have stagnated more than 200 years ago, when humans and elves first negotiated.

The ancient civilization flows slowly in this city, as if it is a living museum.People tacitly guard this pure land and regard it as the last holy land.

In the winter of 247 in the Sisena Continent, Meng Hai, as usual, came to the forest park at the entrance of Winterfell on crutches after breakfast, sat on a bench, and waited for his son.

With gray hair and cloudy eyeballs, Meng Hai looks old, but he is in good spirits.

"Takumi"

Looking in the direction of the city gate, Meng Hai couldn't help murmuring softly.

Meng Tuohai is his son, and he has never returned since he left Winterfell 20 years ago.

"It seems that the weather was so good on the day Takumi left"

As he was talking, he felt something looking at him.When he lowered his head, there was a black cat lying beside him, looking at him from the side.

He laughed, picked up the cat, and stroked its fur.

"Little cat, are you waiting for someone too?"

As if the black cat answered him, Mimi barked twice and stared in the direction of the city gate.

The warm sun at noon made people feel drowsy, and Meng Hai's eyelids became heavy when he heard the birds chirping around him.Suddenly he felt that the cat beside him seemed to be pulling him.He woke up and looked at the cat looking up at him.

The black cat seemed to be hungry, and suddenly his stomach began to growl.Meng Hai smiled and stroked its fur and took out the lunch box in the cloth bag beside him, which contained a simple lunch - a few meat buns and a side dish.

The rough palms put the crutches by his side, and while opening the lunch box, Meng Hai seemed to be talking to himself: "You are the same as my family Takumi when I was a child. When you were hungry, you would pull on my sleeve and never let go, without saying a word. looked up at me. Eat, you must be waiting for your master."

Meng Hai put a meat bun in front of the black cat, and the black cat ate it with its head down, neither looked up at him, nor uttered a sound.He just kept wagging his tail, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Winterfell in winter began to get cold after two o'clock in the afternoon, especially when the wind was blowing, people couldn't help wrapping their coats tightly.

Looking at the huddled cat beside him, Meng Hai couldn't help taking off his scarf to wrap it around.Maybe it's because it's rare to see such a spiritual cat, or it's because it's been too long since I've talked to anyone about my thoughts.He felt that today he couldn't help but want to chat with the cat beside him.

"Your master must be very anxious now, right? It's like he can't see his own child."

Meng Hai stopped abruptly at this point, he was stunned for a while, and then answered after a long time: "No, you are different from us, you are here because you can't find your way home."

After hearing what he said, the cat meowed at him a few times, and Meng Hai laughed again: "Are you contradicting me?"

The cat looked at him and blinked, and Meng Hai laughed loudly: "Want to hear me, an old man who is dying, talk about old things? It's a boring pastime to accompany me here waiting for someone."

Meng Hai looked at the city gate, and regardless of whether the black cat was listening, he said, "Our family, Takumi, wanted to raise a kitten since he was a child. against him."

"But that child is also very good, and he never contradicted me. Until that incident." Meng Hai said that he seemed to be deep in memory, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The black cat looked at him and didn't interrupt him.When he came back to his senses again, the sun was about to set.There was still no sign of anyone at the wide-open city gate or at the station outside the gate.

"Look at me, it's easy to be in a daze when I talk about that child. I'm old and useless."

The black cat meowed and interrupted him, and he asked it with a smile: "little cat, have you ever seen the sea? My biggest dream in this life is to go to Sanqing City to see the sea. I will think of the past. But although I didn’t realize it, Takumi can. He is now in Sanqing City, and I heard that he has become a navigator.”

"That was also his childhood dream. At that time, we always hoped that he could stay in this city and live a stable life. The older people are, the more they like a stable life! Looking back, I always feel that so impractical"

Meng Hai laughed, but those smiles were full of regret and loss: "Maybe I tried my best when I was young, maybe I have seen the sea now. I heard that the sea is very blue, as vast as the sky." , The azure blue can instantly immerse people's mood."

Having said this, Meng Hai paused.After all, he was old, and he was getting a little tired after talking too much.But he didn't seem to want to stop, he continued to lean on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and said with a smile.

"It's a bit funny to say. In my life, I have been in a dream. I dreamed that an elf took me to the sea once. White foam appeared on the waves, and I was in the sea water, surrounded by the blue sea. .”

"Countless marine creatures swam by my side, floated on the surface of the sea and opened my eyes, and when I looked up, I saw the blue sky. At that time, I felt that people were so small. The ocean and sky that contained everything were so vast that they seemed to be able to contain everything. My imperfect but small life."

Meng Hai, who opened his eyes after speaking, was silent for a while, and then said with a smile: "Probably a dream. How could there be elves in this world?"

The black cat meowed again, Meng Hai stroked its fur, and continued: "Do you think there are elves? I used to believe that there are indeed elves in the world. Until that happened .”

"We, Takumi, have been stubborn since we were young. No matter how we stop him, he wants to leave this city. Maybe I used to control him too much."

"On the day we left, we had a big fight. He looked up stubbornly, just like me when I was young, but my child, things in the world are not that simple. Dad just hopes that you can be safe and secure. Live the rest of your life."

Meng Hai choked up as he spoke, his hands covering his face like dead wood, trembling: "The day the child left, he told me 'Daddy, I don't want to listen to you anymore. Don't worry, I will step out of this place today. home, I will never come back to trouble you again, and from now on, life or death has nothing to do with you.'”

Speaking of this, his tone trembled a little: "I was really angry that day. I was just angry that day. I just wanted to scare him, and I just hoped that he would retreat in spite of difficulties. Who knows, after 20 years, he Really never came back”

As always, the setting sun dyed the small town orange.In less than half an hour, the lights of thousands of families lit up one after another in this city, waiting for the returnees who were outside.

It's just a corner of the city, the lights of a house are always dark, and Meng Hai is sitting on a bench in the park, crying like today for a long time.

(End of this chapter)