Chapter 46 Section 9

The gray sky, the setting sun that cannot see Yuxia clearly, the air full of fried sweet and spicy oily smoke... Bah! The sound of the horn blasting directly into his ears woke up Lin Qunzhi from the confusion of his arrival.Only then did he realize that he was sitting naked in the middle of the road, and the wheels of a small truck passed by him in a thrilling manner.Dangerous. "Damn! Damn pervert!" The driver of the pickup truck leaned out the window and yelled, "If you want to die, don't harm others!" At the same time, several cars slowed down in the lanes on both sides, as if they were looking at and making fun of themselves.

Inevitably, this happens every time he sets off, Lao Lin Qunzhi quickly pulled up his pants, and ran to the side of the road in embarrassment to calm himself down.The equipment all over his body seems to be unnecessary, this is not a barren mountain. This is... the four-lane road in front of the school? It can't be wrong, this bad school that is not memorable at all, no matter how many times he set off and returned to Taiwan, Lao Lin Qunzhi never thought of coming back to take a look.At this time, I suddenly saw the school full of malice looming in front of me, and the dirty memories like a mountain of garbage rushed towards me from thirty-six years ago.

Incomparably clear. It stinks. It's just that these pictures are too close to the pictures in the deep memory, almost exactly.Everything is old.The cars running around all over the street are all extremely old models, and the feeling of the air inhaled into the lungs is also old and outdated. Sure enough, it took a long time for this departure. Old Lin Qunzhi was about to ask a passerby what year it is now, when he caught a glimpse of someone standing at the school gate looking around... "Myself." Old Lin Qunzhi gasped. That youthful self was wearing a high school uniform, carrying a schoolbag that was scribbled by Li Kebai in a prank, standing outside the broken wall next to the school gate, looking inside constantly.

What are you looking at? "..." Old Lin Qunzhi was trembling all over. What are you looking at?Do I still need to ask? How many times has this scene appeared in a dream?How many times have you recalled this image during endless walks in the treacherous wilderness?Impossible to erase, impossible to forget, that young self was waiting for the goddess to come home from school, and then followed secretly like every dusk in the past year. At this time, the expression of the young self is so panicked. He knew, he was thinking... Why hasn't she come out yet?What are you doing in the classroom?Or something happened to her?Is she wiping the blackboard?Is she mopping?Is she cleaning up the curse words scrawled on the desktop by her classmates with Li Kebai?Did the class teacher suddenly run to trouble her again?Or was it locked in the toilet by classmates pranking again?Was her schoolbag hidden?Could it be that the missing bastard suddenly came back to trouble her?

Fifty-three-year-old Lin Qunzhi saw immature love from his seventeen-year-old face. "Did you regret the past thirty-six years?" Old Lin Qunzhi standing by the road muttered to himself. I have asked myself this question countless times. Each time the answer was a firm no. This question is like the one many people have heard. "If you could do it all over again, would you still give up medical school and go to your favorite mathematics department?" "If you could do it all over again, would you still choose your current wife instead of reuniting with your first love?"

"If you could do it all over again, would you still contradict your boss and leave the big company to sell lo-mei at the night market?" "If you could do it all over again, would you still choose to send your child abroad? Would he be very accomplished but alienated from you?" Of course the answer is both, and I have no regrets.If I could do it all over again, I would make the same decision. ——Anyway, it is impossible to really have a chance to change, of course you have to persevere. Save face and comfort yourself. But what if there really was a chance for that kind of change?

Seeing his seventeen-year-old self looking around and guessing anxiously, Lin Qunzhi fell into unprecedented fear. It was difficult to breathe, her heart was beating so fast, and even the soles of her feet were sweating. the child will know, Longing for an ordinary life of myself, Is it about to become anything but ordinary? Five minutes later, the kid would be holding a box knife, staring blankly at the blood-spitting throat. All his life the boy had been a fugitive, had to be a fugitive, spent all his years wandering. He can't have a solid dream.No occupation, no status.He will not have a family.He made no friends.He doesn't know how to keep dogs.He has not been to the cinema.He has not passed the driver's license test.

For thirty-six years, I just started and turned back, endured extreme heat, endured extreme cold, endured disease, endured hunger, endured getting lost, endured beasts, endured war, endured poverty, endured loneliness, endured emptiness, and endured my beloved goddess becoming a prostitute for everyone to ride. Maybe he is also the kind of person who says he has no regrets, but still wants to change when the opportunity comes.The so-called "finding the meaning of life for the goddess" is just a "statement" for self-consolation of desperate life. If you give the child the power to choose, and tell him who is about to cry... what pictures he will see when he returns to the classroom on the fourth floor, and what will happen after the pictures, the child is really willing to repeat the same mistakes, Still cut that knife from the back of that bastard?

No, ninety-nine point nine percent, that cowardly kid won't. At first, it was purely impulsive, and the rest of the actions were... unavoidable love? Is my love for the goddess just an unavoidable infinite magnification? The current self is standing on the watershed of cause and effect. Just walk over and pat that kid on the shoulder. Even if there is only a slight time difference, it will subtly prevent the child from turning back to the classroom on the fourth floor. In this way, there will be no cause and effect, and the current self will disappear in this world immediately. make a fist.

Make a tight fist. The Goddess' ability and his own destiny jointly brought him to this great watershed. Absolutely, absolutely not to tell him to give up. "Sorry." The tearful backpacker stood on the side of the road watching the bewildered little high school students pacing and wandering. Finally, the child ran back to the school. Just ten minutes later, Lao Qunzhi dragged his sad steps into the old campus full of guilt.Slowly climbing up the steps, I came to the bloody classroom on the fourth floor.Push open the door you forgot to lock. The child is gone. A bastard who didn't know his name was lying in a pool of blood, motionless.On the podium, the little goddess who had taken off her high school uniform was staring at her bloody pussy, her face was full of confusion and thought, she didn't know if her life was also getting out of control.

As soon as the little goddess looked up, she saw the fully equipped old Qunzhi standing in the middle of the classroom. Her immature body shook a lot, and she was completely frightened by this strange intruder. "goddess……" Old Qunzhi knelt on one knee: "The child is not missing, it's just old." The little goddess looked at old Qunzhi stiffly.Keeping a distance that would prevent people from screaming hysterically, Lao Qunzhi looked at the little goddess tenderly.Also let the little goddess look at herself carefully, use her loving gaze to push away layers of wrinkles and gray hairs, and see clearly how familiar the face hidden under the years is.Just buried deep, but never buried. The little goddess was dumbfounded. The tears of the old group wisdom dripped down the ground along the rugged and winding wrinkles. On this day, I rushed to my fate by myself. On this day, the goddess chose herself. "I don't understand." The little goddess settled down. "You don't have to understand." Old Qunzhi cried and smiled: "The current me has not disappeared, which means that even if you see the current me, you will not give up your plan. This is enough." The little goddess nodded, and approached the old group of wisdom with a vague understanding. "As agreed, tell me, where have you been during this time?" The little goddess squatted in front of the old Qunzhi, stroking her aged warrior. "In the past thirty-six years, I have been to countless places, experienced countless disasters, and just passed the most difficult stage." Old Qunzhi felt the temperature of the little goddess' ten fingers, and a wave of excitement surged again: "Everything that happened in the next thirty-six years was for me to meet you again today." Tears from thirty-six years later flowed into the palm of the little goddess. The little goddess sighed. "The meaning of everything is to meet me again?" The little goddess held the tears of the old group wisdom and curled up all over: "I don't know." "Today's reunion is for the immediate departure." Resisting the opportunity for change, the old group of wisdom at this moment showed unprecedented firmness: "I have a hunch that the next departure will bring the final answer. Goddess, I have to borrow your ability again." Same scene, different combinations. The departure is imminent, and the little goddess welcomes the final sprint of the wisdom of the old group. "Tell me, what will happen to me in the future? Will I be happy?" The little goddess hugged her old warrior tightly. Should I tell her?Telling her the truth, will it bring about the upside-down destruction of cause and effect? Old Qunzhi held her warm face pityingly. "You will become a goddess who makes me very happy."