Chapter 3048: Promise

It turns out that the heart of God can also become numb.

All kinds of things in the mortal world cannot escape the words of emotion and reason, love and hate, seven emotions and six desires, or self-denial and compliance with rules. Even the most devout believers kneeling before God have something to ask for in their hearts. In the unchanging framework of human nature, the tragic comedy scenes performed are just a batch of actors replaced, and the essence has not changed. After watching for a long time, you will naturally get tired of it.

When I realized this, it was too late. The initial curiosity and interest gradually faded away, and only a sense of responsibility remained. When the sense of responsibility could no longer cover up the indifference and boredom in my heart, I realized these.

I realized that the wisdom of the previous generation of Moon God, who was praised by everyone for his thorough understanding of the world, actually hid what kind of loneliness and helplessness.

I realized that when a person exhausts the world's principles, the numb loneliness.

Suddenly I thought, how could the previous generation of Moon God, who understood the world's principles, fall in the War of Original Sin? Although the battle was brutal, it was ultimately caused by the world's overly chaotic and inflated desires. The previous generation of the Moon God could not fail to see this, and it was even more impossible for him to throw himself into the fire and fall when he knew it.

Flying into the fire... Could it be?

Gods cannot commit suicide. Gods who choose to end their lives are worse than the devils who have fallen into hell.

I seemed to understand something, and then I felt a huge sense of hesitation and fear. Am I now stepping into the path that the previous generation of the Moon God had walked?

Could it be that one day, I will also...

Such thoughts gradually spread and devoured my heart, making me panic all day long. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of becoming a walking corpse, seeking death but not being able to, and living a life worse than death.

In the end, I chose what the previous generation of the Moon God liked to do the most.

Sleep.

Only by falling into a long sleep can I forget this uneasiness and fear. Perhaps, one day, when I wake up, I will find the answer to the problem, or... I will be able to usher in the second original sin war that will free me.

The laurel tree is my favorite place to rest and sleep. It is neither a deserted and lonely high heaven nor a turbid mortal world full of lust. It is somewhere in between the two, as if it is the midpoint between heaven and earth, with a balancing force that can relax me.

Perhaps in such a place, my numb heart can also be slowly washed in the clear spring and regain a trace of vitality.

Then, it is a long, long sleep.

Until——the soul-shaking voice that changes everything rang out from under the tree.

Having seen the warmth and coldness of human feelings, joys and sorrows, my numb heart can no longer produce the slightest fluctuations in simple things such as beauty and ugliness, good and bad. Only things that go beyond them and directly shock the soul can cause a slight ripple, regardless of beauty, ugliness, good and bad.

Of course, if it is not commented on by myself, but by the standards of the mortal world, if the taste of the mortal world has not changed dramatically during the long time I have been sleeping, the sound is indeed... very bad, very bad.

I thought to myself, quietly staring at the boy who appeared under the laurel tree, playing the hand accordion and singing.

How did he get in here? It shouldn't be possible.

This question may be very important, but it may also be irrelevant. At least, I quickly thought of other things.

As long as I don't show up, the boy will never be able to find me. After he leaves, he will probably never find his way back here. For me, this is just a trivial episode in my long sleep. For the boy, it may be regarded as a dream that is both true and false.

It's like two strangers who meet with a probability of one in a million countless times in their lives and pass each other by. That's all.

But what if I show up? What will happen?

After reading countless hearts in the world, I actually feel confused and...long-lost curiosity. Why, why is this happening? Is it because I am the protagonist of this story?

Perhaps this may be the opportunity I have been waiting for.

Quietly watching the boy finish the song, get tired of singing, fall asleep, and quietly wait for him to wake up.

Then, with an irrepressible strange restlessness and desire...

"Who are you?"

When this sentence sounded, the memories of each other were perfectly connected and overlapped, without any error. At this moment, the dreams during the journey were replayed in his mind, and there was a sound.

"Who are you?" The boy was startled and looked up. With a glance, he seemed to see the bright moon rising on the laurel tree, and the three pairs of white wings looming and intertwined with the green leaves, like a sea of ​​life and moonlight.

Even though he saw such an amazing scene, the boy's heart was still full of confidence, and he had a strong desire to move forward.

"Here is my resting place." The clear and pleasant voice continued to come from the tree. The boy realized at this time that this voice was so beautiful that it made him want to worship.

But he couldn't lose. This was the place where he finally found his soul!

The boy was like a little tiger whose territory was invaded by someone else. The tension and anger in his heart made him get rid of what he saw and heard. He immediately jumped up and shouted angrily at the treetop.

"Nonsense, I didn't see anyone on the tree when I came here just now. I was the first one to find this place, and I was the first one to occupy this place. I was here first, obviously I was here first!"

"The music you played and the song you sang just now are very special."

"Eh, really? Do you really think so?" The boy's emotions, like the weather in June, change in an instant. He was very angry because his territory was occupied the moment before, and the next moment, he immediately became surprised.

"Yeah, very special, I'm not lying."

"Great, I finally found it. I didn't expect to find it here. This must be God's guidance, it must be!" From the voice, there was no intention of falsehood. The boy cheered and even cried with joy. He wiped his eyes embarrassedly, showing a childish and mature posture.

"Well, since you are the only one who knows how to appreciate my art, I will allow you to be in my territory."

(To be continued.)8