The endless past, little by little, emerges, but it is dark black hideous, dark red blood; The life that I had given up began to appear in a dodgy way—but why, at this time, when I had completely given up and forgotten? Why wake up when you're already asleep?

Now my name is Di 9, and 9 is just a code name, and Di is also given by someone else, or just to commemorate a specific person in someone else's mind, and that person has no meaning to me except to twist my life, if I still have, into a bonsai.

As for what my name was before I called Di9, I don't know anymore. And, for a long time, I didn't want to know.

For a long, long time, there were only two colors left in my memory: dark black and dark red, someone else's, my own, that filled the whole world. There is only one thing left in my whole life: to live no matter what. Being able to live as you want is already the most extravagant goal. At that time, I worked everything. All I want is to live in the days when I don't have a sword hanging over my head at any moment, all I want is my name, my own life—whatever it is. As for the rest, I don't have any more energy to think about it. Or extravagant hopes.

Just when I thought it was finally possible to end, to finally be myself—that tired, but hopeful, moment when the gods appeared, and everything started to go out of order.

Yes, Han is a god.

He may be the most useless of all the immortals, but he is also an immortal. He could change everything in the same way: if he wanted to—and the price, perhaps the heaviest price for him, was less sleep。。。。。。 Sleeping, what a luxury。。。。。。 He slept more in a day than I did in half a month — forget it, he's a god, isn't he?

The appearance of the fairy Han, brought me back to the days called Di 9: I was still just a code name. Unlike Di Yi, that one was already what he wanted.

In the world of the fairy Han, it is dusty and spotless.

He didn't have to make any effort, but he already had everything: the position of the leader that we all thought would be just a show, the wealth of a country that we didn't even know, the friends who could break down the barriers that we might never be able to break through ourselves, the hearts and minds of those we tried to coerce and seduc。。。。。。 He just opened his eyes and said, "This is not possible."

Yes, everyone knows if it's okay, but what do we have to do? The method of the gods, if it is not used by the gods, is just a ridiculous delusion for us.

However, when it is realized, when it is realized, we actually begin to hope for extravagance, and begin to try to accept things that we never dared to hope for before.

For me, it's life—a life that has been ruined.

But do I still have it?

For a long time, I thought that this was life, and that life should always be like this.

The fairy came out and told me: this is not right.

When I wake up from a dream, I find that my world has long been shattered; Such a world is not right, so what is right? Is it your world, do you have a way? Your immortal world is a very normal existence for you, but for me, it is forbidden to even think too much; You can love someone for the sake of the task, and when the love is over, you will still be your immortal when you go back; And I, who fell in love with a fairy, lost the whole world: what I did, what I worked hard, what I struggled, in the eyes of the gods, there was only mercy left.

If I have had a life in my dream: a life of dark red and darkness, then, when I wake up from the dream, what else do I have?

Who trampled on my life?

Moths may be an irresistible fate, but I want to struggle; All I want is my own destiny.

I'm going to get it back, no matter what, it's broken.

As long as that's what I want.

Although, maybe there is a struggle yelling, don't go back, don't go back。。。。。。

Although, that fairy, really, makes me envious, jealous, and wants to follow and guard—a guardian he doesn't need at all。。。。。。

Although, love has long been a luxury. Falling in love with a fairy, but indeed becoming hopeless: is there any possibility that he's really in love? Not for homework?

It's so ridiculous that he can't even shed tears, he's a god。。。。。。

What can I give him? What can I take to love him?

Such a broken body and a broken heart.

After a long time, you may not realize that you are repeating the same path again. It's just that before, it was sword and poison, but now it is a love that I can never hope for. The same, hanging over the head, the same, cannot be shaken off.

In the eyes of others, he will always be a practitioner under the pressure of "Shura Religion".

That's it, that's it。。。。。。

He's just a homework, and Di 9 might be a man too!

Whether it's willful, or a completely hopeless struggle, let me be myself. There is something that can be your own. One day, so to speak, I was there.

Maybe, maybe, there will be a chance, there can be something that can finally be told to him, something that belongs to him。。。。。。

Perhaps, you can hug it too.