humble as dust

"Chenchen! Chenchen!" The call seemed to come from ancient times, and he slowly opened his red and swollen eyes.

It was still dark.

Not a single ray of light.

The mother's face appeared in front of her eyes, and that man.

Qian Chen woke up suddenly, his whole body was in pain, as if falling apart.He couldn't care less, he hugged his mother tightly, and held her tightly in his arms.

"mom!"

"Mom, are you okay! What happened to them, Mom!" While talking, he who never cried when he was beaten burst into tears.

It's all because of him, if it wasn't for him, my mother wouldn't...

"It's okay, Chenchen, Chenchen is good, mom is okay, it's all thanks to this uncle, who saved us." Qian Yulu stroked her son's head and kept comforting her.

Qian Chen's eyes widened, and he looked at the man wrapped in darkness in disbelief.

He saw blood all around him, it belonged to Brother Biao's group. On the other side of the alley, Brother Biao was running away like shit, and a group of boys beside him, all with disheveled hair and scarf all over, limped behind.

He swallowed, although he was surprised and unbelievable, but the man in front of him did save them.

"Thanks…"

"Thank you."

The man's thanks come faster than him.

why?

He didn't understand, all this was too unbelievable.

"Thank you, for saving me, you also saved yourself." The familiar voice sounded again.

Qian Chen looked at the man, and finally, he realized that he opened his mouth wide, unable to believe it.

Because this familiar voice belonged to him.

The man's face changed rapidly, and after a while, an old wrinkled face appeared in front of their eyes.

Although he was old, Qian Chen could recognize that this was himself.

Before he could open his mouth in the future, the old man made a sound, this time his voice was hoarse and pale.

"Qian Chen, don't be surprised, I am you, and I come from the world 70 years later."

"Here," Qian Chen and his mother looked at the old man, speechless in shock.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, time travel again and again has brought my already old body to the verge of collapse."

"I know you are confused, please be patient and listen to me."

"70 years ago, my fate was completely changed in the middle of the night. I lost my courage, lost my knife on the way to chase Zhao Jigang, and ran back... In the days that followed, my mother and I lived very hard. The day-to-day hard work made her overwhelmed, coupled with the guilt towards me, she was depressed and died not long after..."

He paused, turned his head to Qian Yulu, and grinned, that simple and sincere smile, like a child's.

"Mom, I finally, finally see you again." Qian Chen saw tears in his eyes.

"Later, I lost my emotions, and my heart couldn't feel any waves. I know, my heart is dead."

"I've been fooling around all my life, and I'm getting old. Just when I thought everything was like this, and there was no hope, the time travel technology was successfully developed."

"I became the first batch of experimenters. The time coordinates are still unstable. I missed it again and again in the torrent. Finally, I waited until today."

"It's you who made me regain my emotions and myself one by one."

As he spoke, his body gradually became transparent.

"My child, I don't have much time. I want to tell you that there are no heroes in this world. To protect your family and dignity, you can only rely on yourself."

"Never lose your courage, that is the most precious thing you have when you walk in this world."

His figure became more and more blurred, Qian Chen stretched out his hand to touch him, to touch himself 70 years later.

"My child, thank you. It is you who gave me the courage to face the near death. Goodbye, mother, in the next life, let me protect you."

Thin clouds flickered in the sky, light began to appear around, and the sky was about to dawn...

The tears in the old man's eyes finally couldn't hold back, and Qian Yulu rushed forward, hugging him tightly.

Qian Chen watched him getting weaker and weaker, he stared at himself, their two palms were pressed together...

"Even if it's as small as dust, it must be as great as a mountain." At the last moment, the old man couldn't help murmuring.

Qian Chen looked at him, feeling a surge of emotion...

He dissipated.

At that moment, the first ray of light came down, stroking Qian Chen's hair, and his eyes were illuminated with clarity.

The night is over, and the dawn is just around the corner.