[Loss is what makes people feel cherished.]

Tearing apart the beauty of the world is the sympathetic association of tragedy. Intelligent beings are always contradictory, blind to the beauty in front of them, but obsessed with the Venus with the severed arm.

Why? Many people ignore their parents before they die, but after their parents die, they burn a lot of incense and paper.

Is it guilt? Is it morality? I don't think so, but for peace of mind.

No matter what you do at this time, you can't recover the loss, not only those who have died, but also the beauty of the past.

Why let the good become incomplete, so that you can't regret it? Perhaps this is the paradoxical nature of intelligent beings. ］

Huang Haojie closed the notebook, and the garden in front of him had accompanied him for tens of billions of years, and many of these succulents had evolved in a strange way.

Recently, he has been busy with various things, such as fighting with other fourth-level peak civilizations, or studying the mysteries of time, and it is rare to come to the garden to relax today.

The sea breeze near the shore gently stirred the wooden windmills, which creaked and drove the gears, turning the wind energy into mechanical energy, allowing the stone grinding discs to slowly grind the grain.

Jingling wind chimes, Huang Haojie on the rocking chair looked into the distance, and the clouds were scattered in the sunlight, and they were orange and brilliant.

He relaxes his whole body and mind, blends into the rhythm of life on the planet, and imagines himself as everything in nature.

The reef on the beach, bearing the moodiness of the waves; The moon season under the corner of the wall endures the greed of the red spider; Frogs by the pond, waiting for the moths of small bugs to put out the fire.

It's all a timeline.

Every thing, every atom, every fluctuation is a timeline.

What is the future?

The future is what is coming now, but will never come, and this is the future.

Huang Haojie suddenly looked back, and the whole person seemed to have been sublimated.

He was immersed in this feeling of unity between man and nature.

The maple leaves are green and dyed red by the autumn wind.

The maple leaves fell lightly on the bluestone slab, and the hexagonal snowflakes put on silver clothes for the sorrowful autumn of thousands of miles.

The warm south wind melts the ice and snow, the stumps turn into spring mud, and the moss crawls through the cracks of the bluestone slabs.

Dragonflies stop on moss, chewing slowly on delicious food, pond lotus flowers are budding, and suddenly there is a frog sound.

Reflecting the sun, the lotus red lychee, knowing the cicada singing forest is empty. The full moon laurel runs the longan, and I don't know when the leaves are falling.

Rocking chair.

Dust accumulates over time.

The wood gradually decayed under the wind and rain.

The vicissitudes of life, I don't know how many spring and autumn seasons have slipped away quietly.

Gradually, the succulent gardens became deserted, the windmills stopped crunching, and the cottages were crawling with creepers.

Volcanoes erupt, plates shift, land sinks into the ocean, and sediment accumulates layer by layer.

He became a fossil, or rather, he merged into the whole planet, every atom was him, and everything was him.

Whether it's the humble grass, the towering snowy peaks, the fierce beasts that roar up to the sky, or the insects that can't speak of ice, this is him.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom and fall.

After a fresh rain, the decay in the soil encourages fungi to flourish, and mushrooms grow all over the mountains.

Insects eat mushrooms, and woodpeckers knock open pine trees and swallow the chubby white bugs.

Suddenly the poisonous snake sprang out, the woodpecker was killed by the poison, and the poisonous snake that had a full meal ended up becoming a snack for the honeypot.

A meteor streaked across the sky.

It is the earth-turning, the dark clouds, an era has passed, and a new era has evolved into new life, and the cycle has been repeated again and again.

Until one day.

Huang Haojie felt that the planet was him, he was the planet, and the hundreds of millions of years of persistence and humanity remaining in the soul made him sober up again.

Atoms are reconstituted into molecules, molecules form cells, and cells are packed up into bones, muscles, blood, organs, and hair.

Once again, he was back on earth.

But once again, he finally understood the avenue of time, and he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the stars shifted, the rain returned to stratus, the red leaves turned green, and the surrounding scenery was receding.

His little cottage was still there, the windmills were creaking and working, and the succulent gardens were still so cute and cute.

He rewinds time into the past, but does not use the space-time hedron, which is his own power to reverse time and space.

However, Huang Haojie looked at everything in front of him, but he had palpitations.

If he does not come to his senses during that period of unity between heaven and man, the consequence will be to merge with the universe and become a part of the universe.

It is equivalent to becoming a co-believer and becoming one with the universe, which means that he will "die" in disguise.

After all, the universe is a desireless, desireless, ruthless, and unrighteous existence, and once he is completely integrated with the universe, his personality will be assimilated by the universe.

Fortunately, he came to his senses at the last moment, in fact, this time he was able to wake up smoothly, thanks to a setting he had made a long time ago, and he had set up an emotional and memory backup in his soul meme.

It was this backup that allowed Huang Haojie to rebuild his personality at the last moment.

He didn't expect that this occasional vacation would make him enter an unintentional state of unity between heaven and man, and Huang Haojie, who was deeply immersed in it, was almost assimilated by the universe.

However, risks and gains come with them, and after such a terrible risk, he successfully comprehended the avenue of time.

With another snap of his fingers, he was ten billion years later.

"You're here."

"I'm coming."

Huang Haojie and his future self came face to face, and then the two became one, and his soul was quietly transforming, the trinity of the future, present, and past.

His memetic matrix is no longer a spiral, but an interlocking ring.

Instant eternity, the past timeline, the future timeline, are confined to the present point in time, Huang Haojie has become a loner, and in the long river of time, only one he exists.

No one can know his past, no one can predict his future, he exists only in the present.

With a thought, he returned to the front of the villa again, although all the timelines were closed, Huang Haojie returned all the timelines after completing the ascension.

Because at this moment, he no longer needs to worry about others attacking his past, and the ascension of the Trinity has made him a real five-dimensional creature.

Everything in the four-dimensional universe can no longer threaten him, because he is the universe, and the universe is him.

No one can really destroy the universe, unless it is other five-dimensional creatures, but Huang Haojie has already understood the rules of some five-dimensional creatures, and there is no need to worry about five-dimensional creatures for the time being.

However, the five-dimensional creatures of the Trinity do not mean that they are immortal and immortal, because there is an end to the future, even if the timeline is closed, death is still avoided like that.

However, after gathering countless of himself, Huang Haojie's lifespan has actually reached tens of trillions of times before, and this lifespan is no different from eternal life from the perspective of human beings.

"Loyal."

"Master, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, go prepare some pastries and black tea."

"Okay."

He can actually let these things appear in front of him with a single thought, but Huang Haojie gave up, after all, what fun is there in life by doing this.

After a while, Tadashi prepared pastries and black tea.

Sunset.

Zhong suddenly felt that his master was a little different, but he couldn't figure out what was different.