Invincible little uncle

Chapter 35 38. But I'm Alone
"I was so hungry that I didn't choose what to eat, I actually ate dirt, and I ate so much?

God, am I still human? "

Xia Guang grabbed his hair in pain and enjoyed eating for a while, but he couldn't accept the feeling of "suddenly becoming inhuman".

Some people may think that "as long as you can become stronger, it's fine".

Some people think that "killing decisively, turning into a monster, you can only become stronger, even if you are not human, it doesn't matter. After all, human beings are not the only species in this infinite world."

Some people think: "What is a person?"

But Xia Guang is obviously not one of these people, so he seems a little repulsed by such a self.

If there is only strength, and lose the original self.

So even if it grows all the way to a high place, what is the difference between being taken away by the giant stone statue behind Goldfinger?
The body is the same, the power is the same, the personality is similar, but the soul is different.

What's the difference?

If you have the power of a monster, but you don't have yourself.

So what's the difference with a monster?

Power makes people addicted, people think that this is the meaning of everything, the motivation of everything.

But Xia Guang didn't think so.

Therefore, he reluctantly ate another mouthful of the several-meter-long reef soaked in seawater, and then stopped talking. After all, dessert is indispensable after a meal, so there is no way around it.

Because the beach has been eaten by him, he can only sit on the grassland in the middle, with his hands propped on the ground, feeling the starlight, the tenderness of the grass under the moonlight, caressing his palms and arms.

Sea breeze.

Half of the moon is already above the horizon.

The Baili Reef, with different heights, looks like countless silent figures, with blurred faces hidden in the backlight, as if cursed and forever here,
The ice and fire have faded.

He looks like an ordinary human boy, with black hair like drape, and lazy eyes flashing deep from time to time. Although his face is immature, it is different from the innocence of other children, but has a lot of flavor.

If someone came to question "Why did you eat this island?"

How should he answer, should he deny it flatly: "I didn't eat it."

But no one will ask.

Except for himself.

Xia Guang was waiting for the high tide, for the seawater that submerged the entire island to come.

With his speed at this time, there is no need to dodge in advance.

Therefore, it is so quiet, enjoying the boundless moonlight on the sea, it can be regarded as a sneak in.

Half of the month has passed, and from the line where the moonlight and water meet, black spots suddenly appear.

Looking at the black spot, Xia Guang felt an inexplicable alertness in his heart.

That black dot, coming by the moon, carries a terrifying and awe-inspiring aura.

Xia Guang just glanced at it and stopped.

Because, he is not in a good mood.

The feeling of satiety did not satisfy him, but a kind of shame.

So, he was ready to get up and go to the only peak.

However, at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the sea.

The moonlight became thin and dim.

The wind is lingering.

The boy held his head up and didn't look back, like a real rock, he didn't move.

Take a step forward.

The moonlight completely disappeared.

Tonight's storm, countless stone-like reefs whimpering and crying at the same time, blurring the face, the truth that can no longer be known.

"It's so windy."

The boy wrapped himself in his clothes and went down hundreds of meters in one step. Soon, he reached the top of the only peak left.

That's what he left on purpose.

The height is not cold.

There is no moonlight, only the ebb and flow of the tide.

Without the light, the black spot cannot be seen.

But Xia Guang had a faint feeling that the black spot turned back due to the weather, as if a sparkling cold water channel paved by the moonlight was very important to it.

Without the Tao of moonlight, it can only return.

The bleak rain, the size of a fist, began to fall wildly, and a lonely figure sat on a high place.

Whenever the rain falls around the body, it is transpired, like a pale and terrifying dragon, walking against the sky, as if about to rush to the sky covered with dark clouds.

The boy froze for a moment, he shook his head lightly, and then withdrew his instinctive internal force to resist.

Converged the flame of the heart.

The next moment, the rain turned into ice, forming a natural igloo again, wrapping him in it.

The boy laughed at himself, restrained the extremely dark and icy energy in his dantian, raised his hand, and the ice melted away.

The rain is no longer blocked, covering the sky and covering the earth.

And the boy became a drowned chicken in the rain.

He was drenched in the rain, his hair was drooping, sticking to his forehead, passing by his pupils, his eyes were already squinted and unable to open, but it was only at this time that a smile appeared on his lips, as if he uttered a sentence out of a completely uncontrollable instinct: "This is the world."

In the heavy rain, the boy stood up.

He felt a strange emotion filling his heart, which was sadness and loneliness that didn't belong to his age at all.

Suddenly, he thought of the Great Zhou Palace, the Zongdong Pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake.

Although it is winter, but the New Year is coming soon.

When it was warmer, I would carry a fishing rod and a bamboo hat, and sit by the lake reflected in the water and clouds for a whole day, not thinking about anything, not asking anything, anyway, a little maid came to deliver the food.

The sound of firecrackers and red paper decals may surprise the fish.

His mind wandered a little.

The craftsmanship of the imperial chef, as well as the candied fruit tribute from all directions.
And that familiar face is smiling like a flower.

midnight.

Lonely time stop.

The heavy black rain fell silently, and the cry of the reef also disappeared out of thin air.

The waves of sarcoma began to flow again.
But when he felt that the footsteps went to the center of the island, there was a gray sparrow in the center, and the sarcoma returned unwillingly, and flowed back into the canyon like sludge again.

"Teacher, thank you."

On the island, the giant stone statues have disappeared.

The sparrow's belly is swollen.

Xia Guang put his hand behind his back, smiled and shook his head, "Greedy."

The sparrow said: "Teacher, why don't you eat?"

Xia Guang didn't blush, and said without heartbeat: "It's all for children to eat. The teacher doesn't care about it."

Sparrow wondered: "Then what does the teacher care about?"

Xia Guang looked gentle, but he didn't explain. He just rubbed the sparrow's head and said lightly, "Next time I have a chance, I will cook for the teacher. The teacher likes it very much."

The sparrow suddenly understood.

It feels a kind of eternal loneliness and the true love between master and apprentice.

Teacher, what he cares about is this kind of feeling.

It's obvious that Heaven is ruthless, and everything is like a dog, but a pervert like Teacher still cares about these things.

And build this relationship with yourself.

The sparrow's heart suddenly felt warm. Since it was born (although it didn't know how it was born), it was the first time it felt this kind of emotion. and deep.

"Okay, teacher."

The voice of the paradox creature has also softened.

The next moment, it spread its gray wings, and the wings skyrocketed and extended. The boy straddled up without hesitation, and then flew into the air.

In the dark rain, in the silent world.

He quietly lay on the sparrow's warm back, feeling this lonely, seemingly momentary, but possibly eternal stop.

(End of this chapter)