Terra copy, but the enlightenment stream/I am a mentor in Terra

Harold is facing the past, and Wei Yanwu is also facing his past.

The two parallel lines keep bending but never overlap.

A childhood without a father, a boss full of evil, the sadness of losing a son, and a life of stagnant water...

All the tragedies that have happened are magnified, chewed, savored and sublimated for the first time in the vast world.

"You will definitely continue to struggle, be in disbelief, and be knocked down by reality again and again, until you finally accept the facts and let the dust settle."

Harold muttered to himself, finally relieved.

"He understands that in this journey of making amends for his mistakes, he is also standing in the position of a passerby, and everything in this world is open to him."

"Let go of the past, let go of yourself, and try to love."

In the second half of the story, Wei Yanwu has escaped from his memories.

After all, he is not Harold, and the following story no longer suits him.

Wei Yanwu sometimes regrets his decisions, but he never thinks those decisions are wrong. This is the essential difference between him and Harold.

But he did gain a lot from this book.

“Life without love is not life.”

The pilgrimage of his wife Maureen ended together. She resolutely drove to pick up her husband, who had been separated for a long time and their relationship was on the verge of breakdown.

While looking at his past, Wei Yanwu also thought of things that had always existed but had gradually been diluted.

"Wen Yue, it's been a long time since we saw the moon together."

Talking to himself, Wei Yanwu wrote down his feelings, and then stepped out of the office.

On the other side, Loya received the news simultaneously.

After reading the reviews, he released the book with satisfaction.

As for the location... Let's read it to young people first. This book is indeed a casual book to relax and relax.

It was almost nightfall now, and Loya decided to get off work and end his work for the day.

At Victoria Royal College, students are very busy at this time, and in such a small circle, any news will spread quickly.

Fiona ran with a book in her hands and squeezed in before Chen Huijie closed the bedroom door.

"Xiao Chen, look what I brought you?"

Shaking the book in her hand proudly, and seeing Chen Huijie about to change her face, Fiona said anxiously:

"Don't kick me out yet... I found this with great difficulty."

"Look, there is also Mr. Wei Yanwu's comment on it!"

Upon hearing her uncle's name, Chen Huijie raised her eyebrows and took the book doubtfully.

"A Man's Pilgrimage" was written by an acquaintance and she had read his book, Loya.

"The older you get, the more interesting a book you read." - Wei Yanwu

Weird review...

Under Fiona's expectant gaze, Chen Huijie browsed through it roughly.

"not bad."

It’s not a lie. The fragmented flashback narrative with two parallel lines and overlapping time and space can easily draw readers into it. Chen Huijie marveled at Luo Ya’s ability to master this method easily.

And the concept of this book is also quite unique.

"Okay! Xiao Chen, please read it to me."

Fiona couldn't wait any longer and threw herself on Chen Huijie's bed.

"But……"

Chen Huijie looked out the window, it was getting late.

Forget it.

She also got into bed, and the two of them leaned together, one talking and the other listening.

The night replaced the last trace of gold, and the sound of steady breathing reached my ears.

Chen Huijie stopped reading, put down the book, looked at the peaceful sleeping face, and gently turned off the light.

Good night, Fiona.

Like Harold never seeing certain people again on his way back.

Maybe after this month, we will never see each other again.

Chapter 26 Everyone has a story

A few more days passed after this.

On an ordinary day, Loya was practicing painting.

In order to please the little rabbit, he can be said to have taught himself eighteen skills, although all of them are half-assed.

"Okay, the honey cake painting is finished..."

Looking at his proud work with satisfaction, Loya took up his pen and added at the bottom: "Tower of Babel, by Loya".

Maybe when I become famous, this painting will sell well.

Thinking about it, the communicator of the Ministry of Culture suddenly rang, and Loya stepped forward to connect it.

"This is the Ministry of Culture, I'm Loya, what's up?"

"There is a messenger in the drawing room who wants to see you."

It was the voice of an old woman. It was Kelsey who told Loya that there was an interview last time.

Then he and Margaret became pen pals and became brothers.

This time it was even more confusing.

Messenger, which messenger will come to Kazdaele?

With this question in mind, Loya picked up the painting in his hand and came to the reception room.

Carrying a large backpack behind him, the blue-haired Sakota was sitting on the sofa drinking freshly brewed coffee.

The moment he saw her, all Loya's doubts disappeared.

——The halo on this Sakota's head is black.

A person with a story will never be surprised no matter where he goes or what he does.

"Hello, I'm Loya."

Putting the painting in his hand on the table with its back facing up, Loya sat across from the messenger.

"Mr. Loya, I have a letter here for you...ah, it's from a big customer."

With a polite smile, the messenger took off his backpack and started rummaging through it.

She searched for 3 minutes, and Loya also waited for 3 minutes.

Until the smile on the messenger's face gradually stiffened, until Loya's eyes became more and more strange.

"Sorry, wait a minute..."

Not finding it, she started taking things out of her bag.

Knives, daggers, snacks, water... everything is available.

Alas, the behavior of the people I meet is not normal.

Luo Ya felt that he was about to be assimilated.

A few minutes later, the messenger finally took out a letter with gold stripes from the bottom of the bag.

So why is it at the bottom of the bag?Loya was puzzled.

The letter was delivered, the mission was accomplished, and the messenger had no intention of sitting around for a while.

She started to clean up the messy things on the table. While doing so, she asked casually:

"Mr. Loya, are you really the author of "A Man's Pilgrimage"?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Ah, so it is."

She took out another newspaper from her bag, and this time it came out as soon as she looked for it.

Loya took a look and saw that it was from Victoria. The headlines said something that made him have high blood pressure: ""A Man's Pilgrimage" is suspected of being a ghostwriter?"

Rather than being a clickbait, the editor fully demonstrated the huge differences in style and subject matter between Loya's several works, and finally solemnly concluded that it was "very rigorous."

When Loya was speechless to the extreme, the messenger smiled and took it back.

"Just kidding, Mr. Loya."

She took out another book.

"I am also your reader, can you please sign it?"

"of course can."

Reaching out to take the book, Loya turned to the catalog. After picking up the pen on the table, the messenger on the other side said again:

"Harold's family will definitely be happy in the future, right?"

The tone of this sentence is very flat, like a statement, but it has some ups and downs at the end, as if confirming to the author.

"Of course it will."

Just treating it as a normal plot discussion, Luo Ya didn't pay attention and signed his name on the book twice.

"Thank you...that's great."

The messenger took the book:

"After the relationship breaks down and the misunderstanding becomes deeper and deeper, we can still get back together..."

Touching the handwriting, his eyes were somewhat reminiscing.

"That's great..." she repeated.

I just don’t know if I’m talking about the plot, the signature, or something else this time.

"Then take your leave, Mr. Loya."

After packing his things, the messenger got up and left.

She obviously also carries a rather heavy story.

But there was nothing Loya could do.

A stranger who will never interact with her again, I can only wish her to get out of the gloom as soon as possible.

Taking the letter back to the Ministry of Culture, Loya completely forgot what he had lost and opened it. The letter read:

"Hello, Mr. Loya."

"We heard that you took in a wandering knight from the Linguang family. This obviously exceeded the bottom line."

"I hope you can weigh the pros and cons and draw a clear line with her."

"Otherwise, we may take necessary measures."

——Casimir Chamber of Commerce

The whole story was full of nonsense. Loya didn't want to read it a second time, so he just put it aside.

He didn't believe that the Chamber of Commerce could come to the Tower of Babel to kill him. The other side didn't have the guts, but they not only had the guts to harass him, but they were also very bold.

If Margaret Linguang is not expelled, conflict between the two sides is inevitable.

Of course, Loya would not give up on Margaret because of this threat. Since ancient times, appeasement has often not ended well.

"Then let's try each other based on our abilities?" Luo Ya spat.

Since you want to fight, you have to hurt the other party, at least so that they don't dare to act rashly.