I have many friends [Comprehensive]

I sat on the white clouds and looked at the garden in front of me.

In the garden are translucent beautiful flowers, the color is light and fresh, which makes people look a little cold.

I like to sit here and look at flowers. I can see high and far, as if I can see the end of the world.

But I know that the place I see is far from the end.

Besides, even at the end of the garden, there are still other days below and above.

This is the second tier of Paradise, the garden of the Lord, where the Lord lives above my head, and where the angels live under my feet.

"You are here." Jehovah came to me and sat down, "What are you doing here?"

This man... or god is called Yahweh, and according to him I was imprisoned by a dark and evil being, from which he rescued me.

The strange thing is that he was the one who saved me, but I always dislike him inexplicably.

There are a lot of good things about him, but I always see his shortcoming first. I find his fake smile and his insincere words annoying to me.

"The scenery here is beautiful." No matter how annoying I am, but this is my savior, I still politely answer, "Do you also come here to see the scenery?"

"I came to you." Yahweh replied. He was standing beside me, looking at the garden that belonged to him. "Do you like this place?"

"I can't say I like it." I said slowly, "I just think it looks good."

I sat here for a while, and found that the people around me were still there. I couldn't help being a little surprised: "Do you have anything else?"

Yahweh seemed to hesitate, and asked, "Do you want to visit the world?"

I didn’t expect Jehovah to ask me this question. To be honest, I don’t think he is a person who thinks about other people’s needs, but I replied immediately: “I want to~”

Jehovah brought me to the world, and I watched many wars and plagues along the way with him.

... I didn't understand what he wanted to get by taking me down to see this, so I could only look at everything in front of me with a dumbfounded face all the way.

Sometimes, I couldn’t bear to watch some scenes, but Jehovah still looked at everything in front of him with a holy smile.

Jehovah's smile looks like a mask, and he doesn't have any other views on the things in front of him.

Dead people are as meaningless to him as dust.

Why would such a person save me?

I don't understand it, but I feel like there must be something else.

After I returned to Paradise, I hesitated, but I still asked Jehovah: "I am very grateful that you saved me. I really want to repay you, but what do you want me to do?"

Jehovah seemed to have been waiting for this question for a long time, and he almost couldn't wait to ask, "Do you love me?"

Ah? ?

I thought about the many things that Jehovah would ask, but I couldn't imagine that He would ask me about this.

"This, this question is too sudden for me!" I stammered, "Of course I don't like it if you ask me so suddenly..."

"...why don't you still love me?" Jehovah asked me.

I think this question is so strange, I can only look at Jehovah with a little embarrassment, and feel that I am a little overwhelmed by this question: "I don't love...do I still need a reason?"

"Of course it needs a reason," the Lord replied, "I have done everything, why don't you love me?"

"This... If you want to talk about love, of course it is mutual." I tried my best to gesture, "It's like you asking me if I love you, but if you don't love me, I can't fall in love with you anyway. "

"Why? I love you, just as I love everything in the world." Jehovah asked, "Is this not love?"

This stumps me, I don't think he loves anything from our experience on earth.

Also, I just hate this guy, I just want to stay away from him.

I didn't answer for a long time, and then I heard Jehovah sigh.

"Tree," Jehovah gently pointed his finger on my forehead, "why don't you still love me?"

I felt a little guilty for being asked by Jehovah, and after thinking for a long time by myself, I finally decided to talk to Jehovah.

After all, Yahweh is a God. For him, every single human being is the same as I see dust. It is impossible to feel uncomfortable because the dust disappears.

I don’t know why, but this time I couldn’t find Jehovah after searching for a long time, and finally saw an angel after searching for a long time.

Under the guidance of that angel, I stood outside a palace I had never been before. Looking at this huge and gorgeous palace, I opened the door curiously.

Compared with the doors of other palaces, this door can be easily opened by me.

When I walked in, I was still thinking carefully about how I should tell Jehovah my thoughts.

I'm not opposed to liking him, but for me, the sudden liking is a bit too strange, and I may still need some time to get used to it.

Different from the white light of the whole paradise, this palace opened the door, and there was a long corridor with a hole in it. From the windows in the corridor, warm golden sunlight fell. I have never been in other places. Seeing such pure gold, it seems that the whole white floor is covered with gold, which makes me feel very incredible and very comfortable.

I walked slowly in this long corridor, thinking to myself, I should see Jehovah at the end.

At last the long hallway came to an end, and I saw a huge decorated, ornate door set into the top wall.

I stretched out my hand tentatively, but I didn't expect the door to be opened easily by me.

The moment I opened the door, I saw countless familiar faces, so familiar for a while, I couldn't recognize them clearly, so it was me.

They all looked at me in unison, and at the same time showed me puzzled expressions, which were exactly the same as those on my own face.

"This, this is..." I looked at the densely packed human figures with the same face as mine, "What the hell is this?"

I took two steps back involuntarily, and when I moved in the room, the eyes of those figures moved with me. The curious and puzzled expressions on their faces at this time were exactly the same as mine.

"Tree, why are you here?" Jehovah's voice came from behind me. He closed the door naturally in front of me, as if nothing in the room existed at all, and said to me with a gentle smile, "What, come to see me?"

"What are those things?" I couldn't help asking.

"Those are copies of you." Yahweh replied very naturally, he didn't feel that he had said anything strange at all, "Why do they look similar to you? It is very difficult to make copies of me like me , but making a copy of you can almost be completely copied, whether it is memory, personality or appearance, it is exactly the same."

He seemed a little complacent, and didn't feel that he had done such a terrible thing at all.

Yes, these replicas are indeed the same as me. If I were not standing here at this moment, but with those replicas, I am afraid I would not be able to distinguish the difference between me and them.

No, I think it's more terrifying just because I'm standing here.

Now, am I standing here, am I really "I"?

What is it that distinguishes the difference between "I" and "I"?

"Why are you afraid?" Jehovah looked at me and asked me suspiciously.

... This person is really scary.

I couldn't help but retreat, turned around and ran, wanting to stay away from him.

Where can I escape to?

When I opened the palace door and saw the white light, I felt a huge confusion and stopped involuntarily.

"Oh, my poor tree, why should you be afraid of me?" Jehovah's hand gently touched my face from behind me, and his fingertips glowed white, "Don't be afraid, forget all this. "

I don't want to forget it all, even if it's a nightmare experience, but for me, it's part of the memory.

But what happened to me had nothing to do with me. I felt a cold hand touch my forehead, as if touching my soul.

The memory gradually faded, and everything seemed to be back to the beginning, turning into a blank.

When I opened my eyes, I felt like I had forgotten something, but when I thought about it carefully, my memory was blank.

A man with silver hair was standing next to me. When he saw me wake up, he smiled gently and said, "You're awake."

"Hello, where is this?" I looked at this person with some doubts.

"This is Paradise. I met a dangerous demon. I rescued you from him, but he is still chasing you. You can stay here for now."

I think what he said is not quite right, but for a while I couldn't figure out what was wrong, so I could only nod my head and sit on this cloud-like bed.

After a while, a very beautiful winged person called the silver-haired person out.

After he left, I breathed a sigh of relief and began to ponder who I really was and where I came from.

Before I could think of anything, the gate of the palace was opened, and an ugly red-skinned monster with huge horns on its head walked in.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" I asked the monster who came in.

The monster didn't answer me, he walked to the bed and touched my face gently, obviously she was so ugly, but strangely, I wasn't afraid of him at all.

While I was still wondering who this person was, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and his hand penetrated my chest.

Why is he crying?

Why does he look sadder when he hurt me?

The strange thing is that I don't even hate him at all.

"Don't cry," I patted the monster's head comfortingly, and said with a smile, "I'm not in great pain."

The monster twitched the corners of its mouth and smiled at me too.