【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Finding oneself" is a topic for which many "scholars" have spent their whole lives trying to solve, but they still can't figure it out.

"Why me?"

"How for me?"

"Why me?"

This is an exercise with no standard answer. It can be submitted or overturned at any time.

At the very beginning, the answer given by the wanderer was "objects".

A vessel that houses the heart of God.

But this answer was overturned by everyone who was treading the sand and the girl who was as ethereal as a god, so he gave a second answer——

The amazing one.

A character who walks among the crowd and is outside the world.

But this "I" was weak and pitiful, so he burned it with his own hands - looking at the ruins, he suddenly wasn't so obsessed with getting an answer.

That question is pointless, isn't it?

Anyway, he is just an "object" that can be discarded at any time.

So he secretly reset his answer.

As a tool, his magnificent appearance is only secondary - he needs to be powerful enough and useful enough. Only in this way will he not be abandoned or replaced.

He allowed himself to get lost in grievances and hatred, forcing himself to abandon weakness and confusion——

He chose to give up everything that hindered him from becoming a tool, and submitted an answer again in the endless and long years:

Skirmishers.

The sixth seat of the Fools, every stroke is soaked in the turbidity of the abyss, full of fighting and wailing——

He didn't like killing, in fact he never had.

Such endless killings would make him feel that he seemed to be pushing something further and further away.

what is it then?

He stood in the endless end of the abyss, with thick blood beneath his feet, wailing power surging around him, and his ears filled with those chaotic and sad hums.

The palm of his hand is what he has dreamed of and longed for for a long time——

power.

What was he pushing away?

What he longed for was clearly in the palm of his hand.

what is it then--

Why did he gain strength——

There seemed to be some small sound, mixed in the dull chaos, reaching his ears.

It's like a small beam of light trying very hard to pierce the dark clouds.

"Get up—get up—"

"The sun is shining——"

"Well......"

The wanderer frowned. Without even opening his eyes, he had already put his arms around the man's waist, pulled the girl's raised body into his arms again, and rubbed the girl's head with his chin. He opened one eye drowsily——

Then I saw the rain falling outside, and by chance, a raindrop hit the window crisply.

It's so heavy. Gray purple is spreading in the air. Looking from a distance, there is a fog that is not too thick but has enough presence. It outlines everything less realistic, as if time goes back infinitely and retreats. To the chaos where heaven and earth have not yet opened.

"Miss Liar," perhaps it was the visual stimulation that made him feel the coldness of late. He was not afraid of the cold, but subconsciously took the girl into his arms again, "There is no sun."

"You had it before you woke up."

"Yeah, yeah, Miss Liar is right," the wanderer rubbed his forehead against the girl's hair, "The weather is bad today, why don't you take a day off?"

"It's been going on for more than a week, right?"

"I think so too..." The girl took the initiative to crawl into the homeless man's arms, raised her hand and stroked the homeless man's raised eyebrows, "Have you had a nightmare?"

"Dream?"

From a physiological structure, he does not need sleep.

However, it seemed that I had vaguely seen or felt something just now.

Those real and terrifying touches are like the tide receding after the tide, leaving only a flat, wet muddy beach.

"I can't remember clearly, it's not something very important."

The wanderer opened his eyes and felt an inexplicable urge to put his palm on the girl's face.

The surface was slightly cool and delicate, but the heat underneath was transferred to his skin in a leisurely manner. He only needed to exert force, and a ball of soft flesh would be firmly wrapped in his hand.

The sense of panic and emptiness brought out from the dream was really dispelled at this moment, and turned into a soft enough mood.

He really couldn't remember what he had just dreamed about.

He only knew that the gentle touch given to him by the girl at this time was real.

"Oh, why are you looking like this?" The girl smiled and rubbed her face against the wanderer's palm, "Are you being coquettish?"

"Huh? I really don't know who is acting coquettishly," Wanderer seemed to be trying his best to show his disgust, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, "Do you have any plans for the vacation? Or are you just going to lie like this all day?"

"Ha~"

Inexplicably, the girl yawned again. Rainy days seem to automatically add a "sleepy" buff to people, making her want to sink into it, like a soft biscuit soaked in milk.

"Then - let's go see Xiaocha?"

-

Just as the girl expected, it was a rainy and foggy day, with few pedestrians and no patrols. They were holding umbrellas and wearing hoods without being too conspicuous.

"Do kids like this? Then buy some...eh? Would it be better to buy ten pieces at a time? Let me do the math...really!"

The girl's eyes brightened again and again:

"Then buy ten!"

"You're right...children do need the best toiletries, so wrap them up!"

"Yeah, it's true. There's no need to save money on toys."

"Hmm! Can this book really be used to develop puzzles?! Let me see - 'Recommended by the Teaching Council'!!! Then buy a set! Are there matching papers?... Get free with additional purchases A coupon of 200 off for purchases over 50,000 molas...good!”

"Hey - is this the most popular style of clothes nowadays? Then -"

"and many more!"

The wanderer carrying large and small bags finally couldn't help but stop the girl who stepped into the trap of consumerism and even started to dance inside:

"Did you not think twice before buying it?"

The girl raised her head:

"But, I haven't seen Xiaocha for a long time. I want to buy him more things..."

The wanderer frowned:

“Then you can’t buy randomly, right?!”

"I didn't buy randomly——!"

"..."

The wanderer felt that he was so angry that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to raise his hands to support his forehead, but both hands were occupied by various strange things, so he really couldn't do it.

The wanderer felt that the tendons on his temples were beating wildly, and he could only sigh heavily:

"Put down the skirt in your hands first before you speak."