Actually I Am Not A God

2021-12-09

  Chapter 22 Work-Study   All fear and anxiety stem from the unknown.

When the thin boy wearing a cloak slowly led the way with a kerosene lamp, the feeling of coldness and whispering around him gradually dissipated.

Especially this youngster, who looks good and friendly, is not so autistic, but is actively chatting with everyone, and exclaiming from time to time to express his yearning and goodwill for the outside world, then the surroundings are shrouded All of the fog does not seem to be so unbearable anymore.

"So there are internet and phones everywhere outside? Our phone can only be used in the mountains. The signal from outside the mountains simply doesn’t work. If you want to keep the communication open, you must Expedited route to make up money."

"Yes. You have a hard time here, right? Are you going to work-study at such a big age?"

"Accurately Said that the scholarships for my younger sister and I are still enough for life. But I don’t think I can sit and eat, I have to exercise before I have seen society."

"Amazing. You will definitely become an amazing person in the future." Yes."

"No one knows what will happen in the future. I just want to live a quiet life."

And the youngest Jianmei Xingmei The hearty young man smiled and chatted. The young man named Takane was faintly discernible in the mist. The luminous oil lamp swayed in the mist, illuminating part of the corridor.

What they walked is the large cultural corridor that was originally built by the railway station to welcome large-scale passengers.

The mottled murals and colorful bricks around, as well as the smiling faces of various people drawn on it, look like weeping under the dim rays of light.

The goal of this train station is to restore the standard customization of the grand occasion of Spring City. The huge and empty tourist passages are full of propaganda and cultural landscapes that used to be scenic spots.

However, after the big earthquake and the final conclusion of the geological survey, anyone who came here in Spring City would instinctively feel a little discomfort when seeing this scene. This is especially true for people who have experienced the most prosperous era.

The melancholy middle age person glanced at the faintly discernible mural about the sea of ​​flowers, and seemed to inadvertently asked the boy leading the way:    "Where did those people go? "

"Those people?"

It seems that I didn't hear the middle-aged culture clearly. The footsteps of the teenagers in front were slightly paused, and then they returned to their original pace.

"Oh, you mean, those returnees who don't want to say anything, just muffled, and that path that prevents you from going forward?"

Wearing a heavy hooded cloak, the handsome, not-human-looking young man shook the lantern in his hand, turned his face to look at the three walking people, and then proceeded forward casually.

"I have been here for work-study for a while, and I can still answer this question. You don’t know the rules here, don’t you? The guests take a special road, which is the tourist passage we are now walking on. Over there It’s not a road for such guests. It’s a road agreed upon and used by returnees who don’t use it."

"...what?"

"The loser wants to go back to their hometown. They are ashamed to meet people. It is very reasonable to want to come very quiet. Ah, please go here. Be careful not to hit the pillar."

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The silhouette of the young man with his hood tightened and carrying a hand lamp was faintly submerged in the dense fog, only the sound of clear footsteps came from the corridor.

The slightly hoarse and dry voice that was in the voicing period injected a little vitality into the damp and cold underground tunnel, and made everyone's tight nerves a little relaxed.

"Don’t be too harsh on them... They are just pitiful persons who try to adapt to the outside world but fail and can only come back. They can’t directly face familiar places, just There is another way. If you are a former resident, you should be familiar with this rule, right?"

"I have lived here for 20 years and I have never heard of this rule."

"Then you must have not been back in the last ten years."

The silhouette in the tunnel throbbed and let out a hoarse laugh.

"At least when I was a child, I have had this habit. In recent years, there have been no tourists, and fewer and fewer employees are responsible. The original employee channel has become Shortcuts for those returning home."

"Why? Are they not worthy to come back?"

"Because they are back."

Black short hair The gaze through the middle looked playfully at the three doubting adults behind him, and then quickly turned into a submissive and polite smile.

"On the one hand, it can avoid touching the scene, and on the other hand, it can also keep them the last bit of dignity. They are not the winners to welcome flowers and applause. The losers need solitude and tranquility. The comfort of others is only Will leave a bigger scar in the heart."

"Of course, there is a more economical and reasonable angle."

Becomes slightly elevated.

"Because you can save a lot of operating expenses as long as you maintain employee access. Compared with the kindness and so-called care, I think this is the truth. What do you think?"

"..."

Indeed. This is too reasonable.

All three men were a little ashamed of their nervousness.

The railway station has been in disrepair for a long time to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. It is normal for locals to directly use the employee channel to save money.

As for the bad attitude, it is understandable. How can a group of people fail and return home in embarrassment?

"Walk a few steps forward and you will reach the train station square. The taxi waiting for you is the first one in the square... It is very conspicuous, because there is no second car. Then, I will Let’s stop here."

"en? Don’t you come with us?"

"I’m in a work-study program. Absenteeism is not a good habit."

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Smiling and waving at the three men who were much older than him, Takane put on his hood and slowly sank into the mist.

And as he described, the three of them took a few steps forward, and the mist that was shrouded in them gradually became light and then dissipated. Although depressed and mottled, it can still be seen that the once luxurious Spring City Railway Station Square is present in front of the three of them.

Looking back, the railway station, still shrouded in the thin mountain mist, was like a huge rare beast sleeping in the railroad tracks, faintly discernible and unreal.

"This can be considered a lesson... Don't be suspicious from now on. I almost hurt a good person by mistake."

The eldest old man touched his beard and looked at his side The two said with deep approval:    "Poverty and pain are far more permeating than weird."

Thinking that they were almost nervous and shot the boy down, the other two It is nodded with grief.

But then again... Does the kerosene lamp make that strange noise?    Recalling the enveloping lights that the boy was holding in his hand, the young man shook the head somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Even the once prosperous Spring City has become what it is now. It is not strange that the kerosene lamp in the hands of a young man decayed over time.

The three of them quickly dissipated their doubts, and walked over to the only one taxi parked outside the square.

They didn't notice that the inner branches of the young man walked into the station, and his tentacles rolled up the creation that looked like an oil lamp in his hand, and turned into countless solutions into the body.

(End of this chapter)