"You're so stupid and silly. You always like to think that you're smart. If only I could take care of you for a lifetime …"
In the past, many times, her mother said this.
But in fact, Zhen Xi knew that what she wanted to say was not the last sentence.
What she wanted to say was … If only she could have a normal life.
Laugh and cry like normal people, walk under the blue sky, don't be afraid of catching a cold after being drenched in the rain, don't worry about falling down when running.
Live a life of going with the flow, like everyone else, study, work, get married, have children, retire, and finally die peacefully or uneasily on the bed.
Live a healthy life.
Unfortunately, such a life was destined to not be with her. From the moment she was born, the world gradually changed.
When this excessive physical strength developed to the point that running would cause her skin to crack, she already knew what kind of fate awaited her in the future.
She had to make a choice.
Make more choices than normal people …
The more difficult life was, the more choices one had to make. The poorer one was, the more difficult it was to make a choice — because it was not the so-called choice of two, but the choice to give up one of the two.
She gave up the curry pork chop, which was 300 yuan more expensive, and chose the cheap udon. She gave up track and field, which would damage her body, and chose a temporary stable physical state and life. She gave up the dream of a big city, and chose to be a country bumpkin. She gave up the beautiful fantasy, and chose to work and study in a down-to-earth way.
Finally, she gave up the peaceful life in Daoquan Village, and chose the faint glimmer of hope …
The more she gained, the more she gave up.
She chose to live with nothing, to live like a weed.
But from the bottom of her heart, she hoped … Perhaps, one day, she could be like Miss Huai Zhi, who was proud and strong, and did not have to give up anything.
But when the naive fantasy was torn apart, what came was the final choice, the final giving up.
Before the consciousness reacted, the body had already reacted first.
Just like what everyone had been saying all along — perhaps, idiots lived by their instincts.
Before pulling the trigger, Zhen Xi had always maintained the numb indifference of a machine.
Because there was an invisible sharp blade that cut her open.
Half of her indifference and calmness made use of every condition that was beneficial to her, such as the black card and the weapon. This wasn't a momentary impulse or a loss of control due to panic. Instead, it was a clear understanding of every possible outcome.
He was so calm that it was as if he was solving a math problem.
In order to keep his promise, he had given up on escaping. In order to protect Miss Huai Zhi, he had given up on saving the people in front of him. In order to save more innocent people, he had given up on his previous kindness. In order to stop everything …
At that moment, she came to the final conclusion — she had to kill Uncle Jiaoshan.
So Maki pulled the trigger.
Only less than a third of the other half of himself was sobbing silently in the darkness where the bright light could not illuminate.
He had given up all his extravagant hopes and fantasies, those happy futures and unrealistic dreams.
This was her final choice.
When the melodious sound rang in his ears, a fortune worth ten million US dollars descended upon him.
The light of judgment whistled and gushed out. Along with the pure destruction came a recoil comparable to that of a tank's main cannon, as well as a silent death.
A beam of light as thick as a thumb crossed the short distance and accurately penetrated Jiaoshan's stunned face. It tore through his soul, broke out of his body, and whizzed out with a heat that was enough to evaporate the source substance.
The red-hot iron needle drew a scorched red and dried track on the oil painting called The World, penetrating through the distance unreasonably. It tore through his fetal membrane and disappeared at the end of his vision.
What followed was a long, deathly silence.
Maki panted violently. The arm holding the Lord of the Flies trembled slightly. Her sleeves had already evaporated under the raging heat. But what was incredible was that her arm and bones were intact.
There was only a small crack in the web between his thumb and index finger where he was holding the spear. That was the result of his muscles going out of control and tearing his skin apart, causing an insignificant injury.
A miracle suddenly appeared, and then quietly left.
Jiaoshan stared at the girl in front of him in shock. It was as if he hadn't realized what had happened. He just subconsciously took a step forward, then staggered, then took another step …
With a huge crack and bloody hole on his forehead.
His lips opened and closed silently. It was as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to find traces of the girl in front of him in the rapidly darkening world.
In the end, his numb body fell forward. He groped around awkwardly and finally touched the shape of her cheek. Like a drowning person trying to grab a straw, he used so much strength.
With difficulty, he smiled.
What did he want to say …
But at that moment, his movements froze. There was no more sound.
Maki lowered her head in a daze. She noticed that the hand touching her cheek slowly slid down with traces of blood. And that calm face that didn't show any resentment until death.
Just like that, her body fell to the ground bit by bit. She lost all her strength.
She couldn't feel any emotions.
In this short silence, she stared for a long time at the pair of empty eyes that gradually lost their luster. She tried to decipher the last words he wanted to say.
But everything had left with death.
There was no trace.
Only the blood was cooling down bit by bit.
This was the result of her choice. What she gave up.
When Maki raised her head again, she saw Haiki-san standing beside her. She didn't know when, but she saw her sad and silent eyes.
She tried to smile, but in the end, she could only squeeze out an empty expression.
"Haiki-san … Why are there so many cruel things in the world?
In the silence, Huai Shi couldn't avoid that lonely gaze. He answered, "Probably, this is how the world is."
This world was never gentle.
Everyone only had one life. There were many things more precious than life. There were too many things to gain, and too many things to give up …
It had always been like this. It never changed.
"Haiki-san, is it the same?" Maki asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes."
Huai Shi nodded and said calmly, "There's always a need to give up. It's always painful, and you feel sad. You don't know what to do."
"Then why … Why do you continue?"
Maki choked, unable to understand. "Why do you have to live such a painful life? Why do you have to make a choice!"
"Maybe, it's for something more important?"
Huai Shi squatted down and stared into her eyes. He told her seriously, "Maki, people don't live for pain. We don't make a choice to give up.
Although it's sad to give up something, if you don't make a choice, you won't be able to grow, and you won't have a future. "
Sometimes, you have to make a choice.
Give up something, and then get something else. Maybe there won't be a good result in the end, but if you don't make a choice, you won't have anything.
People who stood still wouldn't understand this kind of sadness.
He reached out and hugged the girl in front of him, comforting her softly, "Everyone's reasons are always different. Maybe you think that I'm just boasting because it doesn't concern me, but one day, you'll understand and have your own answer."
"Haiki-san, I … I … I just …"
She grabbed Huai Shi's hand as if she was grabbing onto a life-saving straw.
She had a lot to say, but her throat was choked.
She couldn't speak at all.
Only tears flowed down her face uncontrollably.
Her initial sobs turned into uncontrollable sobs and coughs. She hoarsely yelled out words that she didn't understand. The pain that surged under the ice mountain suddenly surged out like a tide. It was hard to suppress.
Just as she gave up on running away, she finally experienced the immense pain that came from constantly giving up.
And the realization that came from the pain — —
Her so-called self.
The illusory light from the Origin Substance illuminated Huai Shi's eyes.
From Maki's body, the slowly forming soul glowed faintly. Her nature was sublimated.
Huai Shi froze in place. He couldn't believe it.
It was … … sublimation?
He never dreamed that he would be lucky enough to see someone else sublimate. This was the strange scene of the first spark being ignited, the consciousness transcending from the Silver Sea and forming a Spirit Soul.
In just an instant, the brilliant and lonely light flashed and disappeared. The transformation was complete, and it returned to its original state.
From then on, everything was completely different.
In the dizziness, the crying girl finally fell asleep.
"It's sublimation? What a talent. I didn't expect there to be a second talent comparable to Shoujing in the Riken family … … No, it should be said that this change is brought about by you. "
Behind Huai Shi, a low voice sighed. "Miss Huai Shi, you are the creator of this miracle."
Huai Shi abruptly turned around in horror, her brows furrowed.
He didn't know when another figure had appeared beside him.
It was a middle-aged man that he had never seen before, but he seemed to know him. His face was handsome and dignified. His eyes were pitch-black, without a single trace of white. There was an indescribable evil and madness in them.
Just by looking at him, one could feel a strong sense of threat and uneasiness.
But it was this feeling that made Huai Shi feel extremely incredulous.
"You are … … Guo Shouque?"
"You can see through me?"
The middle-aged man grinned slightly. His teasing tone was as usual. "This old man said that he would give you a surprise … … Your reaction is really fast."
Huai Shi subconsciously pressed on the Lord of the Flies beside Maki.
"Don't be so hasty."
Guo Shouque waved his hand gently and took a step back. "Don't worry. Although I have some bad intentions, I won't let my hands and feet loose. I don't plan to attack you."
As he said that, he raised the pot that was still steaming in his hand and smiled proudly. "I just made a pot of good soup. It's so nourishing that this old man is rejuvenated … … Unfortunately, there's no one to share it with. Do you want some?"
The aroma was sweet and fragrant. It lingered at the tip of the nose. Smelling it from afar, it was enough to make one's mouth water.
There was no doubt that it was a rare Magic Chef's dish.
It could actually restore an old monster who was close to two hundred years old to his middle-aged state. It was probably an excellent tonic.
But why would this guy be so kind?
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