Original God, looking for the heart

Since the first sound of insects chirping, it's dusk.

It was the biting cold on his back and arms that woke Mo Bei up.

"My eyes... feel uncomfortable." Mo Bei rubbed his eyes aggrievedly, feeling sticky around his eye sockets. A gust of wind hit him, and he shrank and shivered. The clothes that had been soaked by the water from the soil and flowers clung to the body coldly, giving off a fishy smell.

If it hadn't been for this gust of wind, Mo Bei might not have been able to recover. The biting chill helped clear his mind.

Picking up a forget-me-not, Mo Bei pulled off the petals one by one and held it in the palm of his hand. He collected several forget-me-not petals in a row. Spreading his fingers, Mo Bei blew off the petals.

The petals fall on the ground, on shoes, and even on other flowers, and some are lucky enough to be blown up by the wind.

...Floating things, just like him. After finally returning home, what awaited him was the news that his beloved had died.

He muddleheadedly picked up a broken piece of wood and said, "Zhu Yue. Can you let me see the past?"

"I……"

"Can't it act on objects?" Mo Bei gritted his teeth. Since Zhu Yue can't do anything, then...he doesn't even know who the murderer is.

The strong unwillingness almost crushed Mo Bei's reason. He even wants to burn everything!

"I didn't say no." Zhu Yue separated part of his power and transformed into a human form. He came to Mo Bei and took away the wood. "Things that once carried emotions are more concrete in what I can do. This broken wood , I can’t guarantee your benefit.”

After hearing Zhu Yue's agreement, Mo Bei reluctantly calmed down: "Probably, your abilities are more useful for items that have been attached to emotions. Not many things can be reflected by these pieces of wood?"

"correct."

"It's okay, it's better than nothing." Mo Bei took a deep breath, "At least, I want to know what happened at that time."

"...No matter what it is, it's okay."

In Candlelight, the middle and index fingers are close together, and the remaining wood floats in the air.

Mo Bei's blue eyes reflected a trace of fire.

He realized that the sea of ​​flowers he was in was once a sea of ​​fire. It wasn’t just the huts that were burned, but also these forget-me-nots.

Even though his heart was numb, Mo Bei could guarantee that he had seen this scene before.

dream.

A dream from unknown time. The content is the same as what you see now, the fire of greed. The screams of the wood, the screams of the flowers, and the screams of Mo Bei's heart...

He watched numbly as the fire consumed everything in front of him, until - a drop of "rain". When the "rain" falls, everything becomes desolate.

"Rain" fell on the tip of his nose. Mo Bei reached out and brushed it away. Then the sticky feeling on his fingertips told him that they were tears.

Tears? who? If it falls from the sky, look up.

"...the marvelous one"

It is the admirer who is kneeling on the ground and crying. He didn't howl, he just cried silently, or choked once at most.

Yes, there is no need to think too much. Who else but Mo Bei could shed tears over the disappearance of this shabby hut.

These rains are all the tears of those who admire the wonder.

In his memory, Qinqizhe never shed tears in front of him. Even if it was Guimu's matter, Qingqi just seemed to find it difficult to be happy. Probably, it's just that Mo Bei didn't see it.

Mo Bei, who participated in the memory refraction, was now as big as a doll. He followed the admirer's hand and climbed onto his shoulder. He wanted to wipe Qingqi's tears, but he couldn't reach Qingqi's face. Mo Bei simply put his arms around his neck in a small circle.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Mo Bei didn't know how to comfort people. Although it is something that cannot be changed, the admirer shed tears. He felt so uncomfortable and ashamed...

But if you think about it carefully, does this count as a hug with Qingqi? Although it is a false phantom, it can be regarded as hugging the Qingqi. With a hug, Mo Bei's clenched heart was gradually soothed, even if it was without warmth and false.

The Qinqi took action. As he stood up, Mo Bei fell from his shoulder.

Mo Bei sat on the ground in a daze, because the Qingqi was walking towards the place where the angry thunder sounded.

Lightning helped him cut off the path he had taken, and helped him open up a different new path.

But Mobei is afraid of thunder and lightning.

My thoughts were as chaotic as a ball of yarn being unraveled. After a thunder, Mo Bei figured out something——

The Stranger and the Skirmisher, they are the same person.

The memory ends.

"Fortunately, this piece of broken wood also contained strong emotions. Boy, what did you see?"

"A lot. But I'm happy."

Zhu Yue looked at Mo Bei's red and swollen eyes from crying, and almost questioned what Mo Bei said.

"At least, the person who burned down the house was not Qingqi. Moreover, I also know the whereabouts of Qingqi. This is good enough." Rubbing his eyes, Mo Bei sat on the wood, "Look at Zhu Yue, Originally, these flowers were only found at the waterhole, and they were even destroyed by the fire."

"But now, they have grown many, many more, and this mountain belongs to them. Since these flowers have not disappeared, but have become more and more prosperous, then why should I stop here. The amazing person - he is still waiting for me."

"Wild fire, in spring."

This is probably Mo Bei's deepest understanding of this poem.

In order to completely sober himself up, Mo Bei simply went to the beach for a night swim. It just so happens that I can change into clean clothes after swimming.

……

The next day, Mo Bei found a few workers and paid them a fee.

"Boss, do you want us to build an old-fashioned house?"

"Yes, it's best to make it look older. I don't want anything too new."

The workers were confused. The fee given by Mo Bei is enough to build a comfortable house, why should it be a shabby one? Or is this the latest trend and they don’t understand the world of rich people?

Well, even the most old-fashioned houses are easy to build. With a few people working together, it can be completed in two or three days. This kind of easy money-making list is not for nothing!

"Boss, please don't worry, it will take three days. It will be built for you in three days."

Next, it is Mo Bei's supervision work.

"Boy, where is your next goal?"

"Haiji Island. Go there and have a look, maybe you can gain something."

As the contractor said, the house was completed in less than three days.

Although there are some deviations from the house in my memory, it doesn't matter.

Once the agreement with Qinqi is completed, bring him here. He can tell him that forget-me-nots are blooming all over the mountain; he can tell him that he has lived up to his promise and fulfilled his "promise"; he can also tell him that this is their new home and they can live here from now on. …

One day, Mo Bei can tell him personally.

This day will come!

……