Infinity from the giant

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After parting from Connie, Ren and Sasha rode on the forest path, with tall fir trees and mottled shadows.

In Dow Jones Spar Village, where the story began, Ren quietly looked at the villages with two-story buildings lined up with a marked increase in the number of houses.

No matter how hard the days are, as long as there is a ray of hope, people will hold it tight and grow in the bitter wind like weeds on the wasteland.

Ren calmly watched the people coming and going on the street. Five years ago, a large number of immigrants from the Wall of Maria flooded here. Now this secluded Orion Village is also a lot of lively, and some pedestrians are curiously looking at it. Sasha and Rennes right away.

Most people don’t actually know them. After all, there are not many aborigines here. Rehn recalled the scene when he came to this world. He was born again. Before that, he died in battle...

Sasha took Rennes to a beautiful farm. Mr. Blaus had stopped hunting and was raising horses. He managed it well, and now life is better than ever.

"Sister, you are back." A little girl with a little fat baby looked at her excitedly.

Sasha hugged her in the past: "Kaya, are you still used to living here?"

"No problem, I'm fine." The little girl nodded. She was actually not Mr. Booth's daughter, she was adopted.

Last time a giant appeared in the Wall of Rose, Kaya’s mother was killed by a 3-meter giant who slipped into the village, and she was saved by Sasha.

In addition to her, there are several children on the farm. These children are all homeless. Mr. Blaus adopted them and asked them to do simple tasks on the farm.

There is no squeeze of child labor. This is actually a good act. If no one adopts them, these orphans may starve to death.

Sasha introduced Ren to the children. She went home for a short time last time and everyone at least knew her.

"I know, he is the decapitator! Killed 55 giants." A boy stared at him admiringly and said with excitement.

"I've heard his story, and he doesn't look fierce."

The old village chief told the children about the story of Rennes. The local people were actually surprised. The boy with a stubborn face had become a powerful soldier. Many outsiders were surprised. They really didn’t expect it. It turned out to be the hometown of the recently famous "Beheader".

Rehn had lunch on the farm and hadn't seen him in three years. Mr. Brows was very happy, and Mrs. Brows was also very enthusiastic. She seemed to consider Rehn as a "son-in-law."

The appearance is great, the strength is strong, and the success is good. At first glance, the conditions are indeed good. Of course, since Renne returned here, he has been a little absent-minded.

Mr. Blaus discovered this. After lunch, he gave Rennes a key: "Do you want to continue like this? Don't you consider taking a back seat?

No matter how strong you are, you always rush to the front, and sooner or later, you will fall. Sasha told me about you. I think it is better for you to stay behind."Mr. Blaus persuaded patiently, he keenly felt that there was a problem with Ren's mental state, which might be fatal on the battlefield.

Taking the key to his father's cabin, Ren laughed, very free and easy: "This may be the meaning of my existence. When I draw the sword and fight, I can feel that I am still alive.

If there is no end to this road, there is nothing wrong with sleeping there."

Only when fighting can he forget that he is a lonely ghost. Returning to the original place, he remembered, remembering the dusty past that seemed to be buried intentionally or unintentionally.

Mr. Blaus sighed and watched him leave. Since he carried him back in a coma, he found that Rennes had completely changed.

He didn't know what the other party had experienced in the forest. Renne had just awakened at that time. When he looked at his eyes, he even felt fear. This was not just the look that could appear after he was near death.

Wren walked slowly to a remote corner of the village, in front of the deserted cabin. The front door was not covered with weeds. Mr. Blaus had taken care of it.

Insert the key into the lock and push open the dusty wooden door with a "squeak". The scene inside the house is no different from when he left, except that there is dust on the table, chair and bench.

Sunlight once again entered the somewhat damp and rotten wooden house, and the dust was diffused in a few rays of light, doing irregular movements.

He lived here for about a month, and did not return for the next three years. He picked up a piece of gauze and wiped the camphor wooden bench clean. He threw the gauze on the wooden table instead of cleaning the pots and pans.

He sat on a stool alone, and for a long time, he quietly read a poem, which he learned from a downcast bard in Baita City: Dushulou www.dushulou.com

"To foreigners,

I came to a strange place,

Say hello to everyone with a smile,

No one here knows me,

I can laugh as much as I can,

Crying,

Because I am a stranger.

Someone raised a glass,

I smiled and shared my pains and joys with him,

I should be going,

I can't stay in one place for too long,

Because I am a stranger.

Trials and hardships,

I smelled the damp smell of earth and the fragrance of flowers and plants,

Riding the breeze, accompanied by the bright moon,

Come to the end of the sky,

I hold the sand, kiss the waves, embrace the dawn,

The old days settled in the mud, and I ushered in a new life."

"Did you know that no one likes my poetry, because I am not a poet, you are the first one I want to learn." The shaggy, shabby poet on the corner of Baita City said with a smile.

Karen shrugged: "Yeah, your writing is not good, but I like it very much because I am a stranger."

The poet's hometown was destroyed by the war, all his relatives and friends died, and he escaped while traveling.

He started a longer journey and traveled to many countries. He would not stay in one place for too long. After staying for a long time, he would easily remember that he had nothing.

His poems are not well written, he is very downhearted, because he is not a poet, he is just a wanderer homeless because of the war.

Every time he goes to a new place, he feels like he is reborn. In an unfamiliar environment, he can re-recognize everything.

Inside the wooden house, the voice gradually subsided, and Ren slowly stood up and walked towards the forest. He was probably lonely most used to.

He is not an orphan, nor is he a killer soldier. He came to a strange world and it took a long time to forget everything in the past, but the feeling of incompatibility was lingering.

When people go to a strange country, they still need a lot of time to adapt to the local customs. What if it is a strange world?How can I forget that I am a "foreigner"?

With the shadow of the whirling tree, stepping on the soft grass, squeezing the bushes and vines, he followed the route in his mind to a hillside.

There was a smooth gray rock at the bottom of the slope with some green bermudagrass and Zoysia japonica growing around. He stepped to the side of the rock, gently stroked the surface of the rock, and felt the texture from his hand.

Ren was sitting on the stone. This is where he came to this world. In the silent forest, moss was covered with the wrinkled bark of old trees, the ground was overgrown with weeds, and the broken spider webs were still hanging on the branches of shrubs. Above, the wet dewdrops fell from the oily stems and leaves of the green grass, and the muskrat sneaked past.

He closed his eyes and lay on a rock, the breeze brushed his somewhat messy black hair, which reappeared yesterday...