The yellow paint on the table has been shabby, and the original smooth surface has obvious convex and concave bulges, and on the table are placed a few bags of rice and flour, as well as some vegetables and fruits.

Feng Chen took out a red apple from the plastic bag under the table, he drove to the kitchen on the right, twisted the rusty old faucet, washed it clean, and the familiar stove on the left, even the furnishings were exactly the same as before he left.

"I'd already split the table at the door and burn it, because it's so old." Feng Chen couldn't see his face, he didn't know who to talk to again as he gnawed on the apple, and there was only his voice in the empty room.

Eating apples, dusting through the kitchen, to the big house, the layout is still familiar, painted tables, dark brown TV cabinets, some old sofas, a few pots of hydrangea windowsills, and a large bed and a sewing machine by the window.

Feng Chen sat on the sofa, he squinted his eyes and looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar big house, the snow-white and somewhat yellowed wall hung with a wall calendar that had to be turned manually, a small voice-activated lamp, and a clock older than his age hung on the wall behind him.

"Tick~Tick~"

"I've replaced the sofas, and they're old and rotten, and they rattle when you sit on them." Feng Chen's eyes were slightly red, and he seemed to be saying something, even if there was no response in this room.

Feng Chen did not stop at all, he looked at the dilapidated sewing machine, a layer of glass on it, and a few old photos pressed in the middle, Feng Chen's bloody hands trembled a little at this time, he carefully took out a photo, staring at the parents holding his young self above, and his eyes began to moisten.

"In the second spring of your walk, the pear tree in the backyard sprouted, and I remember when I was a child, I had a dog, and I threw it on the tree when he made a fuss......"

"In the second spring of May, the clock behind me also stopped its track, and I took it off and put it away."

"On the evening of the second summer after you left, the cement on the floor in the front yard seemed to be damp and warped, and I clumsily clumsily crumbled it up and re-gripped it with cement, you can rest assured, it just looks a little rough......"

"On the third winter night you left, I learned to smoke ......"

"The Fourth Autumn ...... You Walk"

"Fifth Summer Night......

"Sixth ......"

……

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and summer, Feng Chen sat on the sofa, he stared at the backyard outside the window, eloquently, his voice was not impatient, not high or low, steady and powerful, as if he was talking about ordinary trivial matters, and a few fruit trees in the backyard swayed with the wind, silent, as if listening, even the clock in the house seemed to slow down.

After finishing speaking, Feng Chen's body trembled, and at this time, a familiar voice came from outside the door, and he instantly fell into a trance.

"Mom and Dad! I'm back from school! ”

A boy who was not tall, eleven or twelve years old pushed the door in, his voice still had a hint of childishness, weakness, Feng Chen's eyes were on him, at this moment he saw himself, how many days had he walked back here.

Day and night, never forget.

I saw Xiao Fengchen's round face when he entered the door, without the sharp edges and corners of later generations, with a red scarf tied on his chest, a small flat head, and his eyes were a little wooden but not lacking in flexibility, Xiao Fengchen saw a stranger sitting in his house, he was stunned for a moment, and then his little face was tense, and he asked childishly: "Who are you?" Why at my house?! ”

Feng Chen came back to his senses, he smiled bitterly, he also thought that he would meet his young self, but he didn't expect it to be such a meeting.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I can tell stories, do you want to hear them?"

Xiao Fengchen glanced at the strange man sitting on the sofa suspiciously, he took half a step back without a trace, although he was a little wooden, but he was not stupid, when there was a stranger at home, he must call the police uncle, this is what his mother explained.

But the man in front of him exuded a familiar smell, Xiao Fengchen's young head couldn't think clearly, the world of children does not have so many complicated morals, and he couldn't help but show a trace of hesitation on his face.

Feng Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, could see it clearly, and he smiled, if there was anyone in this world who could thoroughly understand the somewhat fat guy in front of him, there was no one except himself.

Because I am the growth he desires now, and he is the past that I miss and cherish so much.

The past and the future are intertwined at the moment, tightly intertwined like threads, and some people ask whether the future and the past are far away from us? Someone told him that the road you have traveled is the past, and the future you see when you look up is the future, so you must walk the present.

At this moment, there is only the past here in the dust, and there is only the future in the small dust, although the two are less than two meters apart, but the distance is not the present.

Feng Chen began to tell all about him, from the beginning, to existence, and then to the future, Xiao Feng Chen listened quietly, he had long been attracted by the story of Feng Chen, and a gust of wind blew outside the window, blowing the leaves rattling.

"And then?" Xiao Fengchen asked eagerly, "Are you on the boat?" What about after you get on the boat? Where did the abominable abyss go? ”

"No more, my story is over." Feng Chen stood up calmly, his face was soft, and he reached out and touched Xiao Feng Chen's head.

Suddenly, Xiao Fengchen patted his little head, there was a black stone in the story of Feng Chen, he remembered that he also picked up such a black stone when he went to climb the mountain today, so he hurriedly opened his schoolbag and found such a stone from the schoolbag, he held the stone in the palm of his fleshy hand like showing off to Feng Chen.

"Look! I have a piece of black stone too! ”

Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, then he showed a smile, and then laughed out loud, completely bursting into tears, he knew that he was about to leave.

But even if it's fake, he's willing to be true.

So he bent down and picked up the stone, Xiao Fengchen didn't know why this big uncle who could tell stories suddenly cried like a little doll, but he could feel that he was very uncomfortable and sad.

Feng Chen knelt on the ground and hugged Xiao Feng Chen in his arms, he muttered to himself: "Your path should not change the future, you will have a stable and happy family in the future, find someone you love after graduation in the future, she also loves you, give me the stone, I will finish the road of the future for you, and you will finish the road I have not finished for me." ”

The future and the past begin to separate, and the interwoven clothes begin to return to their most primitive state.

Xiao Fengchen always had a lot of questions, he didn't know how to answer, sadness surged out of the man who hugged him like a burst, he felt inexplicably sad, so he whispered:

"The stone is sent to you, uncle, don't cry, Mom and Dad are coming back, they will cook a lot of delicious food, and they won't cry if they have delicious food!"

Feng Chen choked back tears, he shook his head silently, at this moment everything around him began to crumble, shattered like a broken mirror, cracks appeared in the snow-white walls, the wall calendar hanging on it appeared yellowed and turned into ash, the hands on the clock began to reverse, the photo hidden in Feng Chen's pocket turned to ashes, the whole house was in turmoil, the sky outside cracked, and the trees in the courtyard appeared to grow in reverse.

"Take care of your parents, don't talk back to them, and ask them to dress when it's cold." Feng Chen took one last look at Xiao Feng Chen, and after getting Xiao Feng Chen's affirmative nod, he smiled with relief, the world in his eyes completely collapsed, everything was like the clouds of the past, the darkness shrouded him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a sea.

Fishing boats, daylight, and land.

Feng Chen walked to the deck, he stared at Lu Li, and said calmly, "What exactly do you want to do?" ”

Lu Li tilted his head and glanced at Feng Chen, in Feng Chen's eyes, the thing in front of him was just a piece of Lu Li's skin, which had nothing to do with Lu Li, he was still in a dream.

Lu Li is like a cold machine at this time, or an old man with vicissitudes of life, and the next second he seems to be a young girl, when you bring all the impressions into your mind, he seems to have changed a kind, it seems to have become an innocent and childish child again, and a middle-aged uncle.

It's so strange, Lu Li hasn't changed his appearance, but he can make people feel the breath of countless people, countless feelings, and when these feelings converge, he changes your thinking and impression patterns, as if standing in front of you is a supreme god, a peerless sword immortal who flies with an imperial sword, or a barbarian tribe in the vast plain.

He can be the endless majestic mountains that stretch across thousands of miles, or the vast ocean where Feng Chen is currently located, boundless, he can be the swamp covered with poisonous miasma, or the old tree in his backyard.

Then the impression in Feng Chen's mind changed again, he was the top of the snow-capped mountain, the ascetic monk who heard the sunrise in the morning and the sunset, he was the leader of the Oiran towering like a cloud, full of spring, countless changes, countless impressions, he just stood there is a world, a world that Feng Chen has never seen.

There are all things in the world, he only has all things, there are thousands of rules in the world, and he holds a thousand rules.

"Who are you?" Seal the dust out of the voice.

"In your civilization, the pioneers gave me a name, Heavenly Dao." This terrifying thing has landed on the exterior of Lu Li, and its voice does not hear any emotion, nor can it hear any ruthlessness.

Feng Chen was stunned in place, his eyes widened in disbelief, and then he suddenly laughed, laughing heartily, this is even more illusory than when he first encountered existence, Heavenly Dao! That's the way of heaven! Something that can't be touched, can't be seen, can't be explained, something that is incomparably illusory, appears in front of Feng Chen's eyes at this time, so that Feng Chen doesn't feel like a play.

This is the world of science, you tell me that you are the way of heaven, why don't you say that you are the Buddha!

"If you want to lie to me, at least change your name!" Feng Chen said disdainfully, he had already put life and death aside, let alone now!

Lu Li didn't have the slightest expression, but followed the meaning of sealing the dust and said:

"In the Zetata civilization of the Third Universe, they call me Oreora, which means supreme god."

"In the Ancient Galaxies of the Second Universe, I am called the Supreme Administrator."

"In the vast star kingdom of the third universe, I am called the true god of the starry sky by the powerhouses of the empire."

"In the destruction of civilization in the sixth universe, I have been called the ultimate nightmare again."

"I am the enforcer of the rules, the scavenger of the universe, the false end of the death of all things, the illusory beginning of the life of all things."

"This is a common disadvantage of all living things, and humans are not surprised, they are all wrong, only you know who I am."

"To put it another way, you can call me a maintenance worker."

"Or, the Boxkeeper."