The legend of Tiga

Chapter 933 The Village of the Past

Woo!Woo!
With the wind, the mournful cry echoed in the mountains, lingered among the clouds, and was unwilling to leave for a long time in the night sky of Yanye.

The huge body looks so bleak at the moment, and the ferocious face looks so pitiful at the moment. At this moment, Obik is no longer a terrible monster or a hateful destroyer, but a poor man who has lost his homeland. people.

Horii and Xincheng, who were tugging at each other, stopped at the same place, looking at the monster howling at the moon with dull eyes, Xincheng said in an extremely incredible tone: "It's strange. He is here"

"Crying." Lina whispered, "He's crying sadly."

"Because...he has no home." Dagu said beside him, his voice was very low, and his mood was a little depressed. He lost his parents and left his familiar home since he was a child, and he felt the same for Obike's experience.

Dijia stood in front of Obic with his hands down, looking at the mournful Obic. Obic was hit by the vampire butler's 'flame' on purpose, and wanted to vent his unwillingness and resentment .

Just like a person who walks in the rain and gets himself drunk with wine, but uses the heavy rain to cover up his unstoppable tears and speaks extremely sober words through alcohol.

The old village will never come back.

There is no need for others to explain this truth. Obike knows it better than anyone else. He watched the dilapidated small village turn into a bustling city, watched familiar people leave the village, watched strangers come to Yanye, watched The quiet mountain village was engulfed by modern lightning.

The homeland in memory no longer exists, even if the city is destroyed, it will not come back.

Knowing this, Obik felt extremely sad and painful. What he hated was not the wanton expansion of the city and the people occupying the fields, but the helpless and unstoppable passage of time. Children will eventually grow up. I will leave the familiar village and partners, and the village will not remain the same, and will eventually change.

Children are growing up day by day, and the times are moving forward little by little. Only Obic stays in the past. That dilapidated small village with creeks, lotus root ponds and watchtowers, those enthusiastic and simple villagers, live in Obic In Yanye Village, there is no coldness, no indifference, and everyone is enthusiastic, instead of tall buildings and buildings, but even the neighbors don't know who they are.

Obic is an earth-bound spirit, and what bound him was actually himself, using thoughts and memories to bind himself in Yanye.

Amid Obik's mournful cry, Di Jia slowly raised his arms and placed them flat in front of his body, causing the colorful timer on his chest to shine brightly, brighter than the bright moon in the sky, and then both The arms are raised upwards, drawing a graceful arc, and overlapped at the forehead crystal.

The diamond-shaped crystals bloomed with golden light, gathered together with the energy gathered in the right palm, and transformed into colorful rainbow light, and then pushed forward with the palms together, releasing a beam of rainbow-like foam, flowing slowly

Put your arms flat in front of your body, the colorful timer immediately burst into dazzling light, and then draw your arms upwards in an arc, so that your hands overlap the crystal on your forehead. The diamond-shaped crystal blooms with golden light. In the color of a rainbow, he put his hands together and pushed forward, releasing a beam of rainbow-like bubbles from his palms, flowing towards Obic like a river of stars on the ground, wrapping it up.

Wisps of blood-red 'flames' gushed out of Obic's body, and were then annihilated by the colorful rays of light. With the injection of the full moon's purifying light waves, Obic's wailing became more and more low, and the energy output stopped in Tiga. At that time, it was too weak to hear any more.

Obic, with strands of colorful light lingering all over his body, raised his head, looked at Tiga, at the brightly lit city, with tall buildings lined up, lights shining, and thousands of Humanity This is the city of humanity, and it is also the night of humanity.

The village that belonged to him, the night that belonged to him, is gone and will not come back.

Obic lowered his head, his colorful body shrunk rapidly, and disappeared into the mountains in the blink of an eye, while Tiga, who was facing him, also raised his arms and folded in front of him, his whole body was glowing with golden light. , turned into countless light particles and scattered, looking like fireflies all over the sky, like a dream.

sand!sand!
The sound of footsteps stepping on the fallen leaves sounded, and Obike, who was sitting on the boulder, didn't look back, still looking at the city below the mountain obsessively, and said, "You said that everyone still remembers me, can you let me have a look?"

Chiba Makoto walked up to Obike, sat down, handed a notebook that can be bought anywhere to Obike, and sat silently under the starry sky together, silently looking at the city below the mountain, together Listening to the chirping of insects in Kusama, occasionally the sound of paper flipping can be heard.

Obike read very slowly, turning a page after a long time, and read very carefully, reading the memories of old people and young people word by word.

Some of them live in Yanye, and some have left Yanye long ago. Their identities, ages, and living environments are all different, but the same is their emotion for the village where they lived when they were young.

Even though the village was dilapidated, the roads were muddy, and life was not rich, it was so carefree. A stick and a piece of mud could play for a long time, and every road and every tree left silver leaves. Bell-like laughter, how happy I was at that time, I don’t know what sorrow is.

Even if I have been away from my hometown for a long time, even if my hometown is very different, even if I don’t recognize many people after returning home, even if I haven’t seen each other for a long time, I will still remember the road I walked, the tree I climbed, and the time I visited. The river I crossed, the house I lived in, and the friends I played with but haven’t seen for a long time.

The longer you are away from home and the farther you go, the more you miss the old house in your hometown. Even though the house is dilapidated, even though the house has long been demolished, when you dream back at midnight, looking at the lights outside The well-lit roads, the shadowy tall buildings looking into the distance, but I really want to go back to that old house, to the dilapidated but peaceful small village, to my carefree childhood.

Although everyone has left their hometown, they will always remember their hometown in their hearts. The hometown will always be there, but the hometown only exists in memory.

In fact, everyone is Obik, who hates the cold and strange city, but has to live in the city, unable to prevent the disappearance of his hometown, and can only miss the past villages, past people, and past self in his heart.

The old village will never come back, and the old self will stay there forever.

Only at night, when alone, does she shed her disguise and shed tears called nostalgia, the last phantom of a past village.

(End of this chapter)