Chapter 174: Soul Swap: I Became a Big Guy from a Scholar (12)

The boy hid his face and wept silently.

It turned out that she had never abandoned him.

It turned out that the person she liked had always been him.

He sat on a blank sheet of paper, picking up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground with tears on his face, trying to put them back together.

But his hands trembled so much that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't put together the original shape.

The edges of his fingers had been cut by the edges of the porcelain tiles.

Gradually, blood oozed out.

As if he was afraid of soiling the pieces, the boy hurriedly wiped the blood on the placket of his clothes before reaching out to continue fighting.

"Something must be wrong, it must be ......"

He muttered in a low voice, and his hands trembled more and more.

But no matter how hard he struggled, the clay figure was missing a piece, and he couldn't find it.

The boy looked at the gap in its heart, and tears fell in large gulps.

Wet the ink on the paper underneath.

He knows.

I can't fight anymore.

**

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the vicissitudes of life.

The war between the fairy world and the demon world has stopped.

Within the Three Realms, there is harmony.

Times change.

But the only constant is the same.

It is the peach forest on Canglan Peak.

A hundred years later, it is still as lush as ever.

The people under Canglan Peak all know that in the depths of that peach forest, there is a small wooden house.

Behind the wooden house, there is a wordless monument.

Around the monument, orchids bloom all year round.

I heard that it was a husband and wife tomb.

The people who live at the foot of Canglan Peak often let their children go to the peach forest to worship.

As for why children.

It's because as long as an adult enters the mountain, he will get lost.

Only when the child goes in can he see the dense peach forest.

Generations of children grow up, become parents, and have children of their own.

And in the mouths of the people at the foot of the mountain, there is a story.

I heard that there is a god living in the peach forest.

If you're lucky enough to meet him.

Help him fill a basket of peaches.

He will make your wish come true.

**

In the peach forest.

A few children looked up at the young man in Xuanyi who was drinking in the tree.

Curiously asked, "Big brother, are there people living in this wooden house?" ”

The young man raised his head and took a sip of wine, his beautiful eyes glancing down, "Yes." ”

"Is this the owner of this monument?"

"Yes."

"Do you know them?"

The boy let out a faint "en", then sat up, and began to tell the story that had been told for hundreds of years......

"They met by accident.

……

Later, the boy finally got his wish, got the girl's heart, and married her.

On the night of the wedding, he dug out the peach blossom brew that he had buried ten years ago and drank a glass of wine with his beloved.

Later, they had a lot of children.

Life is happy and fulfilling.

They snuggled together, watched the peach blossoms, held hands, and walked to the end of their lives together. ”

The group of children all tilted their little heads up, and they could hear attentively.

The boy raised the flask and took a long sip.

Smiled and asked them, "After listening to me for so long, what do you want?" ”

Someone's eyes widened, "Are you the god that Daddy and Auntie said!" ”

"Can you wish for anything?"

The young man held his head, and his face was in the peach blossoms in the sky, and he was not beautiful.

"Tell me about it."

"Me! I want to be a god like you! A child said.

The young man pouted slightly, "What is good about God?" ”

"God is powerful! You can live forever! ”

The young man narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

His figure gradually blurred, and finally only a faint voice echoed in the ears of the children.

"God's greatest sorrowβ€”

It is immortality. ”

In fact, under every tree in this peach forest, there is a jar of peach blossom brew.

The wine is ready and waiting for you to return.

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