Chapter 611 Those Beautiful Things

The angel with white clothes and white hair and a compassionate face sat directly on the ground opposite Henryk without any pretense, at a parallel level with Henryk who was kneeling on the ground.

This startled Henrik again.

His back was tense, and the back of his head suddenly woke up as if he had been immersed in ice water on a winter day.

"Sit down, sit here -"

He hurriedly stretched out his sleeves and carefully wiped the exposed stump of the big tree he had just chopped down. There was no dust at all on the tree stump, but there were many wood thorns. He was wearing heavy jeans and had rough skin, so naturally he didn't care about this. But it obviously can't accommodate Lord Angel.

Henrik soon felt remorse - the thorns on the stake scratched his sleeve and cut his arm as he hurriedly wiped the stump. And more importantly, his blood stained the stump.

Feeling that he had messed up, Henrik regretted why he had not cut down the tree seriously.

If he had just carefully chopped down the tree, it wouldn't have so many burrs on it. He just has such confidence in his craft.

But at this moment, in front of Lord Angel, he revealed his laziness and his lack of seriousness in his work attitude. Even in front of him, he said "please sit down here", but it was stained with blood. For the pure angels, this can be called a kind of harm, a kind of pollution, a kind of corruption——

This feeling of guilt made Henrik feel ashamed.

but……

"Not so polite."

Hua Mingshu suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm: "Don't hurt yourself."

The illusory halo of hazy light above his head suddenly levitated, expanded in a circle, and shone with light as it rotated.

A warm current rushed to his face, soaking through his limbs and bones.

It's like basking in the bright sun in spring, and the warm wind blows on your face accompanied by the fragrance of flowers. People can't help but close their eyes and take a deep breath - the sleepiness dug out from the bones is growing and spreading in the flesh like a bud.

The radiance emanating from Hua Mingshu made the wounds on Henrik's arm disappear in an instant. He even felt that all kinds of diseases in his body were cured because of this, and his body became several years younger in an instant.

Such miracles made Henryk feel deeply in awe.

As a result, when he reacted, he found that he was being supported by the angel and sitting on the tree stump again without knowing it. Hua Mingshu was still sitting opposite him.

I couldn't do anything, but wasted the power of Lord Angel's Holy Order...

"Don't worry about it. If you feel nervous, then as a reward for treatment, why not give this-"

The middle-aged man with a solemn expression pointed to the corn in Henryk's hand, with a rare relaxed smile on his face: "Can you give me half of it?"

"Ah, how can such inferior food..."

"it does not matter."

Hua Mingshu's deep voice sounded like he was nostalgic: "I haven't eaten corn in a long time."

"...Then, this is all for you, I haven't eaten it yet..."

"Stop it, it sounds like I'm taking your food."

The middle-aged man sighed, stretched out his hand and broke the corn into two pieces. and handed one section back to Henrik.

This is the corn that Lord Angel has touched——

Henrik picked it up carefully, but was reluctant to eat it. I was also worried that if the corn was touched by my dirty hands, the angel would be disgusted with me...

But Hua Mingshu took a bite calmly, not minding the floating ash on it, and it could even be said that it tasted delicious.

Seeing the legendary angel right in front of him... Henrik thought of the rumors he heard a month ago.

——The angel who has not appeared for a long time has descended on the earth again.

The angel wore a simple robe, rejected weapons and guards, and walked alone in the vast wilderness, touching every village, healing the diseases and injuries of everyone he met, and listening to their past pain and future prospects. desire.

None of them have forgotten.

People on land will not forget history - in the war of annihilation more than a hundred years ago, they were already on the verge of failure.

It was these angels who appeared from the other side of the sky without warning, who defeated those crazy mages and brought peace to the earth that was about to be destroyed. They are not entirely part of the church, but a third party fighting with pure good intentions.

They respect the church, but they respect angels even more.

They may not be able to read, but they all know who their benefactor is. As they were learning to speak, many histories of the old era had turned into stories one after another and flowed into their hearts.

If this "traveler" were an islander, he would be hostile to at least half of the people on land. It’s even less possible to get real ideas and stories.

All land people know that people on Sky Island are prohibited from learning history. The dragon is open to the survivors and allows them to learn the knowledge of the past, but the Sky Islanders can only live in the present.

In the past, there were Skylanders and even elves who set foot on the earth, seeking the hidden history.

But all they got was silence and hostility.

The people on the Sky Island live so well, but they come to the land to seek the truth from the "abandoned" people living in poverty - then why do they hand over the truth that has been passed down from generation to generation?

When the other party completed the mission of exploration and research and returned to the empty island... they were still human masters, enjoying countless cattle and sheep, clear water, praying in the marble temple, and drinking clear water Water and wine. And they are still living in confusion on the ground.

Is this fair?

This isn't fair.

People's awe of the Sky Islanders is based on fear and alienation from them; and their flattery and obedience to the Sky Islanders is based on the expectation of "flying to the Sky Island". If these things were removed, what would be left?

Maybe there's just hatred and jealousy.

——But to be honest, Henryk doesn't think that kind of hatred is too strong. Because everyone has adapted to this kind of life now...

However, if the traveler is an "angel", it will be different.

It is precisely because Hua Mingshu is an angel that he is recognized and respected by people. Only then will they be willing to accept Hua Mingshu's help and speak out the words and wishes that come from the bottom of their hearts.

After more than an hour of chatting, Qiu Ri gradually reached its highest point. And Henrik gradually became less nervous.

It was said to be chatting, but in fact it was basically just him talking non-stop - he was also a talkative person:

"...I have actually thought about it. I will work harder this year to build a new house for my family. The previous one was too crowded. It was fine when there were only three of us brothers and sisters, but now my brother and I are married. , had a child of his own. Eight pairs of feet were squeezed into two beds, which was somewhat unsightly.

"I have almost all the wood I saved in the summer. Before the big hunting day, I will give the old carpenter some good wood and ask him to help make new furniture. Together with my father, I can build the house in more than a month. I think Well, there is no need to build a stone house, and the wooden house is easy to expand. If there are more people in the family in the future, they can continue to build it along the door.

"——We all live together, and we can take care of each other when something happens. When we have nothing to do, we can play cards and chess together. We can also grow some radishes and cabbages in the backyard. Dad also likes to tell stories. When the time comes You can build him another small shed and tell stories to the children in the village at the door.

"I heard that the old men in the village are planning to build a tea field and exchange some tea seeds from the old men in the sky. I don't know what tea is... but it is said that it can make water become like wine. It’s a delicious thing. Life always gets better little by little.”

"Since you have your own plans for the future... then I have a question for you."

Hua Mingshu suddenly asked: "Suppose, I give you a chance now... let the Sky Island people come down and live in your village; let some people from your village - for example, you - go to live on the Sky Island, Would you do that?"

Hearing this, Henrik was startled.

He soon realized that this was not the Lord Angel trying to make fun of him.

"...Can I think about it?"

"I just hope you can think about it carefully and tell me your inner answer."

The middle-aged man said extremely seriously.

So, Henryk used his brain for the first time in a long time and thought about it very seriously.

But the final result surprised even him.

"...If it's possible, I hope to let my eldest brother's son go. If not, it doesn't matter... As for myself, I'd better forget it."

Henrik smiled calmly: “I have to take care of my family.

"If I were more than 20 years younger, maybe I would be tempted. But now...forget it. I don't know anything, and I'm a waste when I go up there - there won't be so many trees on the empty island. I want it. If it weren't for those slaves, they wouldn't be cutting down trees every day with chainsaws and giant axes."

"really……"

"Have you asked other people too?"

Hearing Hua Mingshu's words, Henryk couldn't help but laugh: "It's the same if you ask other people. I know that there must be some people who are able to abandon their wives and children to go to the empty island... There are also people who have no worries and are willing to go out and make a living. ; There are also young people who still have their future and are not willing to live on the earth.

"But we old people just want to live out our lives peacefully. It's like the sun has begun to set, and all we think about is when the moon will rise, not when the sun will stay in the sky."

"...That's it."

Hua Mingshu whispered.

He raised his head and looked at the sun that was not dazzling.

That is a sun that is much farther away and cooler than it looks on Kong Island.

Looking out from the sky island, one can only see high-rise buildings and a sea of ​​people; looking out from Xiacheng District, one can only see the deep sea of ​​sky.

Looking out from the "Tower of Babel" and the airboat is the endless gray dome and ultramarine sea.

When he was on the empty island, Russell occasionally thought... It would be great if he looked up and could see egrets and seagulls; what if what hung in the sky was not a gray sky... but a deep blue, even An ultramarine sky would be even better.

Now, he has been walking alone on the ground for several months as "White Feather" Hua Mingshu, also known as "Detective" Holmes. He also gradually understood why Zhu Rong let him walk alone on the ground.

There are still beautiful things in this forgotten continent.

He once saw a poet in a certain village who still had a pipe organ with a good sound. There was also a suona player in that village who was once an adventurer. While exploring the ruins, he was attacked by a radioactive beast and lost his legs, but he barely survived. He climbed to the village, heard the sound of the organ, and was moved to tears.

They have long since lost the technical ability to make and repair instruments. In this era, there are very few people who still have musical instruments, and even fewer still understand music theory. The two worked together to play a tune that belonged only to them, and sang their song in the midst of suffering. After meeting Hua Mingshu, she sang a cheerful song to him, as if they were living under the sun.

He once saw that there were still dogs from the old era in a certain village - it was said that when they escaped at first, they found two pure-blood hounds, but people did not eat them even in the most difficult time. As a result, these hounds helped more people survive by hunting small radiobeasts. Until the hounds died of old age, the people in that village did not eat their meat, but erected simple stone monuments for them.

As a result, over the years, although many of the pure-blood hounds in this village starved to death, froze to death, and were killed by radioactive beasts... they eventually multiplied, and almost every family raised a lot of hounds. Now we live in close symbiosis with them. After Hua Mingshu refused to accompany and escort them, they wanted to give Hua Mingshu a puppy and travel with him. After Hua Mingshu refused again and left, a puppy ran out of the village on its own and followed him from noon to sunset, but still did not leave.

He had no choice but to find Hua Zhi and hand the dog over to her. After all, if you follow him, you won't have enough to eat.

Today's Hua Mingshu can be called an ascetic - compared to the sacred, solemn and spotless posture at the beginning. Now he looks like an ascetic wandering through the mortal world.

He had seen a strong peasant woman standing on the farmland, greeting him warmly and giving him food; he had seen a tired lumberjack cheer up after seeing him, telling stories about his family; he had seen a childish Lovers give wild flowers to each other as tokens of love, and bundle the wild grass into grass rings to make a private commitment for life...

He has also seen an old man die quietly beside a warm fire, with an unfinished manuscript in hand; he has seen an old tree that is at least hundreds of years old and has survived the religious war, but is now corroded by a curse. Hollow, but still standing, casting a heavy shade; he has seen people crying sadly in front of barrels that failed to brew; he has seen the deer and crows who are not afraid of people beside the crystal pond - hunters They no longer hunt these animals with the same smart eyes as them, but stand with them to eliminate the radiation beasts created by the war.

Maybe in the future, all this will change.

Maybe in the future, everything will go back to the beginning.

But at least for now, what Hua Mingshu—or Russell—sees is not despair and ignorance. But hope and rebirth.

——When he looked up from the ground, he couldn't see the empty and empty gray dome at all.

Russell could only see the endless forests and fields.

Occasionally, he could actually see wild geese flying across the sky. Rare than the shooting stars that fall in the night on Happy Island.

Those creatures that disappeared from this world in the past have gradually returned again.

Whenever this happened, Russell would fall into deep thought.

Is this vibrant world really about to enter destruction and reach the end of the world?

"——And what can I do?"

Russell asked in a low voice to himself extremely seriously.

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