Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1262 Ragnarok of the Gods (40)

(BGM - Captain of "To You")
In the process of climbing the ladder, Cheng Mo imagined what would be at the end of it.

According to the records in the "Sacred Classics", there is no doubt that it should be the gray-haired creator. He is like Gandalf with a halo above his head, waiting for him at the end of the ladder, guiding his life, answering his doubts, and giving him a glorious future.Even if there is no creator, there must be a dragon like the dragon in "Dragon Ball", who can make a wish to it. He didn't even dare to think that there is an Aladdin magic lamp that can fulfill three wishes.

In fact, there is only one urgent wish in Cheng Mo's heart, which is to revive Xie Minyun. He has fantasized countless times, as long as this can be realized, nothing else matters.

But he knew in his heart that all of this was just a luxury and a dream.

He clearly knew that the greatest possibility was that standing here would be Nebuchadnezzar, the enigmatic man he had wanted to see for a long time.

However, the results were unexpected.

He climbed Jacob's ladder through hardships. He didn't see the Creator, he didn't see the dragon, he didn't even see Nebuchadnezzar, but he saw the door of the old house.

It was as absurd as if he had reached the center of the universe and found Wudaokou there.

Cheng Mo, who was dressed in rags and covered in blood, stared at the old wooden door with yellow paint. The cracks across the door panel looked like long palm prints. He looked down at the brass door lock, which was an old-fashioned security guard he was familiar with. The cross door lock, he stared at the door lock, full of doubts in his heart.

This answer has some irony and pain for him, and even some cruel black humor.When you have worked hard and gone through thousands of calamities, followed the treasure map to the place where the treasure is buried, but only saw a door leading to it that did not bring you pleasant memories, you will definitely be disappointed and frustrated. Even explode.

Cheng Mo didn't quite understand why this door appeared here, he couldn't fathom its meaning, his only choice was to open it by hand.

"Maybe I will find my Ouroboros in it? Or father's "Origin of Man"? No, "Origin of Man" was not written in this room, most of it was written in the capital." He said Thinking about it, he smiled wryly, and said to himself, "Maybe it's Ouroboros, other than that, there seems to be no other answer."

Cheng Mo exhaled, stepped on his trembling legs, stepped on the thick carpet of clouds, and limped towards the wooden door that he had opened and closed countless times.When he arrived at the door, he subconsciously fumbled for the keys from his trouser belt. Before he reached into his trouser pocket, he laughed mockingly at himself.

The keys of the old house were indeed kept in the key ring all the time, but he left that set of keys with Shen Youyi.He didn't carry it with him at all, and even if he carried it with him, whether he could open the door here was unknown.

After a little hesitation, he raised his hand and tried to push the door, but unexpectedly his hand passed through it directly, as if he was just an incorporeal soul.

"What exactly does that mean?"

Cheng Mo was full of doubts, he took a step, the door was unobstructed for him, as if it didn't exist.This feeling was also encountered when there was a bug in the "Winter Palace".

Anyway, it's kind of weird.

The moment he passed through the door, he closed his eyes, entered the door, opened his eyes again, and a dazzling golden light rushed towards his face.He turned his head and looked at the window in the entrance hall. Outside the window, a piece of golden sunlight shone into the house through the old elm trees with lush branches, and spread the reflection like window grilles on the narrow corridor.This beautiful shadow swayed with the wind, but his own shadow could not be seen among the leaves.

Cheng Mo stopped in his tracks, the air was filled with scorching summer breath, the cicadas outside the window were screaming desperately, and the nearby cicadas were mixed with distant dogs barking and pigeon whistles.

This sound is very retro, like a piece of music with an old melody, which made him step into 20 years ago.

Observing the environment habitually, Cheng Mo noticed that the wooden shoe rack by the door was covered with a blue cloth cover, and a pair of women's beige low-heeled leather shoes and a pair of small children's black leather shoes were neatly arranged next to the shoe rack.His memory of the blue cloth cover and the pair of women's low-heeled leather shoes is already blurred, but he still has some memories of these exquisite children's leather shoes.

It was made by his mother, Lin Yiqing, for him.

There are not many memories of childhood that he can recall now. The scene where his mother stirred the cloning powder, stuffed his little feet into a plastic box filled with white cloning powder, and left him for a while before pulling out his feet. Very impressive.In fact, not only shoes, many of his clothes when he was a child were bought by his mother and made for him.

In fact, he has never actively recalled the scenes of him sitting on the sofa watching picture books and cartoons, his mother making foot models for him, or sitting in front of the sewing machine making clothes for him.

Honestly speaking, these are the source of his loneliness and pain.

Occasionally, he would shake his head and forcibly stop thinking about it, as if he could get rid of these disgusting scenes from his mind.But these clips are like photos in an album. When you open the album for some reason, you will see it.It is yellowed, old, and can't even have a coherent plot, but it is still like a stubborn nail rusted in a corner of your mind. When your eyes are cast on it, it will poke you with a dull pain.

He thought countless times afterwards, maybe he died earlier, and if he didn't survive so tenaciously, would his mother stay and have a healthy baby with his father? Would such an ending be more gentle to the family?

Now he can face up to these dusty memories, and he is also learning to forgive a desperate woman who escaped from a sad family full of doom and cannot be redeemed.

Cheng Mo put away his scattered thoughts and refocused his attention on the old house.He suspected that this house contained strange things that could unravel his scars, and that it might be Nebuchadnezzar's ridiculous trick trying to break through his defenses.

"Even if I'm not completely relieved, I won't be so fragile and be knocked down by things that have passed for more than ten years." He sneered in his heart, walked through the corridor, and walked into the living room quietly.

The hot wind shook the curtains, and the living room was filled with the refreshing scent of jasmine. He smelled an unexpectedly familiar scent, like a child is as sensitive to the scent of his mother. He quickly tracked down the source of the scent, and a few white jasmine flowers stretched out the clear Green leaves in a white glass vase on a TV stand.The cube TV next to Jasmine hadn't been thrown away yet, looking like a stupid electronic monster.

He approached the TV cabinet, and in the quietness of a summer afternoon nap, he heard the soft sound of chanting coming from the small room that belonged to him. The voice softly caressed the ears, making one want to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Cheng Mo's heart was shocked, he couldn't help but walked to the door of the room, and looked inside through the half-open door.

A woman wearing a white silk half-sleeved shirt and black knee-length skirt was sitting on the edge of the bed with a coloring page story book.He couldn't see her face clearly, he could only see her slender arms and straight and thin back. She was sitting in the dim light leaked from the crack of the door, like a tilted white porcelain vase.

A white porcelain vase that could fall to the ground and shatter at any moment.

"What is your life like? Which way do you think is better? Since people can only live once, they should live as healthy as possible, eat less candy, get up early and go to bed early, eat regularly, and develop a healthy life. so that you can live a long life.”

When Cheng Mo heard the gurgling sound like a flowing spring, a woman's face appeared in his eyes naturally, soft, gentle and pure white like a cloud's face.It was something he would never forget, like the vaccine scar on his right shoulder, a face that had always been carved into his heart.

From the moment he was born.

Even after many years, when he was struggling with various medicines and hanging bottles in the hospital, he still had a fresh memory of this pale and slightly sad face.

That was his mother Lin Yiqing.

He stood at the door and watched Lin Yiqing recite to him philosophical stories about developing good living habits in the narrow room, and remembered that all his rigid living habits were probably cultivated in this way.He moved his gaze away, and his young self was leaning sideways, with his small head resting on Lin Yiqing's knee, as weak as a stick figure.

The strong throbbing passed away in a flash, and he was secretly vigilant, watching everything indifferently, as if the old scene presented in this room was just a life mural in the tomb, and all the plots were fragmentary and unclear past tense .

Past tense that can be discarded.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the story had already read the end.Lin Yiqing just sat there like this, gently stroking his body quietly, watching the young him fall asleep.Her movements are as soft as a feather, once and again, completely without mechanical meaning, full of love, the world at this time is more silent than ever.

When the bell in the living room rang and the clock turned to two o'clock, Lin Yiqing stood up and carefully lifted his thin body from the bed.When he turned around, he saw Lin Yiqing's white face like a flower. Even though he was prepared, a whirlwind of sadness rushed into his chest.

In a trance, Lin Yiqing walked out of the bedroom. When facing this woman, he subconsciously wiped the blood on his face, not wanting her to see his distressed appearance, but wiped away.Lin Yiqing brushed past his phantom with light steps.

I don't know whether it was expected or unexpected, a moment later, he heard the sound of closing the door, and a pain rushed to his cerebral cortex.

He floated to the window in the living room, peering down with wide eyes.Soon, she saw Lin Yiqing holding herself through the dense elm trees and walking towards the gate of the compound.He was still hesitating whether he should follow up or not, but suddenly his perspective moved to the top of Lin Yiqing.He saw his peaceful face nestled in Lin Yiqing's arms, and his immature hands tugging at the collar of his shirt.It seems that he is more than five years old at this time, but he is still a thin and small ball.

"Mrs. Lin, are you taking Cheng Mo to the hospital again?" When passing by the gate, an aunt who doesn't know whose family asked enthusiastically.

Lin Yiqing replied: "Yes!"

"You've worked too hard. You go every time. Where's Xiao Cheng?"

"He's been doing a lot of research recently, and he really can't do without the unit."

"Young backbones have to take on more burdens."

Lin Yiqing smiled and continued walking towards the bus platform without saying anything.

"By the way, what's wrong with Cheng Mo? I have relatives in Xiangya, so I can help with consultation."

"No need." Lin Yiqing forced a smile and said, "A little problem."

"Small problems are fine. What if there is a serious illness at such a small age?"

Lin Yiqing interrupted Auntie's words, "The bus is here, I'll go first, Aunt Zhang." She hurried towards the bus stop, her head was lowered, her straight back was slightly bent, as if she was in pain Climbing up her chest and abdomen from her feet.

Cheng Mo watched as Lin Yiqing boarded No. 117 with difficulty. On the crowded bus, the chubby conductor shouted, "Get up, give way to the one who is holding the baby."

Lin Yiqing raised her sweaty face and said stubbornly, "It's okay. I'll get off right away."

The conductor didn't shout any more, and let her stand with her back leaning on the armrest and holding the child in the shaking. In 04, there was no air-conditioning on the 117 road, the bus was extremely hot, and the streets, buildings, roads and bridges exposed to the sun were steaming with heat. People seemed to be dry in such hot weather, and everyone’s spirits were a little depressed .Only Lin Yiqing looked like a prickly cactus.

Cheng Mo followed her all the way to the hospital, the hall was full of people like canned sardines, she hugged him profusely in sweat and squeezed into the crowd to register.After registering, she had to line up to take the elevator, even if she took the elevator, she was embarrassed to ask someone to press the floor for her.There was no place to sit outside the doctor's office, so she hugged him against the wall and waited silently.

When it was time to call him, he woke up from his lethargy and said he wanted to drink water and eat chocolate. She didn't complain at all, and she forgot the story about eating less candy at noon, and immediately ran away with him I went to the commissary and bought him water and chocolate.When she returned to the consultation room, she had passed the number. She asked the nurse, who gave her a blank look and said, "I told you not to go far."

Lin Yiqing didn't make any excuses, and replied "I'm sorry", holding him and standing by the door of the consulting room to continue waiting, proud and reserved.

Finally, it was his turn again, she put him on the bed, and then watched the doctor nervously put the electrodes on him.

He was already very familiar with these actions and scenes, and he lay quietly on the hospital bed with his body spread out, allowing the nurse to operate.At that time, he still didn't know what was wrong with him. He didn't know how to check, how to take medicine, and how to go to the hospital every week.He's actually stress free.

Cheng Mo, who was floating in the air, watched Lin Yiqing walk through the green curtain and walked to the doctor standing beside the ECG machine, and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Liu, is my son's condition better?"

The doctor stared at the EKG machine, and after a while, he and she walked to the door of the examination room, frowning and said to her: "The situation is not optimistic. You should take him for another heart color Doppler ultrasound!"

Lin Yiqing's already pale face turned pale in an instant.

The doctor glanced at Lin Yiqing and sighed, "To be honest, since you found out that he might have a heart attack, you shouldn't have given birth to him."

Lin Yiqing lowered her head, "At that time he was already six months old. How could I bear it? I thought what if it wasn't serious?"

"Hey! It's too late to regret it now. I can only say take a step at a time! In short, you must always be mentally prepared." After speaking, the doctor walked back to the electrocardiograph.

Cheng Mo looked down at Lin Qingyi and turned to face the wall in frustration. She covered her face and cried silently by the door for a while, until the nurse began to dress him, she immediately turned around and wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes were red Walked to the hospital bed and picked him up.

After another heart ultrasound was done, Lin Qingyi carried him back home.After getting off the bus, he felt his mother's sad face and absent-mindedness, so he raised his little hand, and lifted the half of Dove left in his pocket to Lin Yiqing's mouth, "Mom, eat chocolate."

Lin Yiqing gently turned his body and whispered, "Mom won't eat it. You eat it."

He was also as stubborn as her, and he never let go of his raised hand until Lin Yiqing took a small bite.He happily continued to eat the remaining chocolate.

Walking into the yard, seeing other children playing football, he felt that the chocolate in his mouth was no longer fragrant, and asked sadly, "Mom, when can I go play with other children?"

Lin Yiqing's expression froze for a moment, "When Xiao Mo recovers from his illness, he can go to play with other children."

He muttered naively: "Then when will I recover?"

Lin Yiqing was silent for a while, lowered her eyes and kissed his cheek, and said with a smile: "As long as you listen to the doctor and mother, you will be cured soon, and then you can eat whatever you want and go where you want to play." !"

Cheng Mo, who was hanging in mid-air, seemed to see Lin Yiqing's face was covered with a thin layer of tulle. It was a piece of thin sunlight, like the radiance of the Virgin, and that smile was so kind that it gently covered his body, making him He felt supremely warm.

(End of this chapter)