Before Yorkham Jones could reply, the young boy, who was drinking sullenly, turned his head to look at Ching with his left cheek tilted.

After two glances, the boy spoke hurriedly:

"Sir, your daughter is so beautiful!"

"My dream was to be like you, to have a home, to have a lover who likes each other, and then to have a lovely daughter or a stinky boy. ”

"But fate always favored me, I was abandoned since I was a child, and in the almshouse I met a teacher who liked to abuse children, and I tried to persevere until I thought I could, but I found that the world was different from what I thought."

"Everything is strange, I am like a chick that falls out of a nest in a tree, but the world has to fly to live"

"I thought about dying but I couldn't, every time I would stop for some inexplicable reason, and then I thought it was fate that didn't let me die, it was fate that told me that I had to leave something in this world. ”

"I started to learn to fly hard, and I tried to decorate my wings with colored candy wrappers."

"Slowly, I will fly, but I don't feel like I'm a bird, because everything is full of hypocrisy, and the real ones have long been wrapped in candy wrappers and rotten and stinking. ”

"I feel like I'm a kite, and the only thing connected to the world is probably a string that doesn't exist."

"I flew hard, kept flying, but the thread that held me was always dragging me, so I never flew far, never far"

"I tried to fly, fly, and one day, this line was finally broken by me, and I finally flew to an unprecedented height"

At this time, the old man who sold the stew put the things that he had ordered in front of Yorkham Jones and asked:

"Sir, would you like a cup of mead?"

"Yes, and a glass of orange juice. ”

Replying, glancing at the young boy, Yorkham Jones added:

"Give him a glass of mead, too. ”

"Okay. ”

The old man replied, and after half a minute, he handed out the mead and orange juice.

The young boy took a sip of the mead, and after the faint warmth diluted it, he began to speak again:

"But I forgot, a kite can't be without a string. I flew too high, I flew too long, and slowly, I forgot where I was going, where I came from."

"I suddenly remembered that I was a kite and that I could fly because of the line, because of the wind, not because of myself"

"I can't remember exactly how I flew, I can't remember who was waiting for me below, and I suddenly longed for a gale, a gale that could tear me to pieces"

"Most of life's things are in vain. At this time, the boss who sold the stewed boiled suddenly whispered.

"Ha, maybe yes, it was all in vain. ”

When the young boy heard this, he nodded and laughed.

Then the boy took another long sip of mead, and began to speak to Yorkham Jones again:

"Sir, do you know, I'm old, don't look at me so young, in fact, I'm really old. ”

"I've always thought that I'm never old, and I've never thought about the meaning of time or life, because I think I can be young forever. ”

"I've been trying to fly high, I haven't stopped for anything, I haven't cared about any voice calling me, I've been going forward!

"I always feel that as long as I fly to the top, then everything will be in time, because I am young"

"Suddenly one day, I suddenly realized that everything was too late, because no matter how fast I flew, I couldn't keep up with the speed of the world"

"My memory began to have problems, I began to forget a lot of things, I was a very familiar person, but I couldn't remember what she looked like for a long time"

"I can't remember who I was moved by, I can't remember who was moved by me, I found that my past life seemed to be only a piece of paper, repeated every day without an accident, and without a heart-warming voice"

"Oh my God, I seem to be old all of a sudden, from a teenager to middle age, everything is gone, I have nothing left, and no one is waiting for me somewhere"

"I started to panic and couldn't sleep, I started to fear that every day came and it seemed that every second of time became a countdown to death"

As he spoke, the boy burst into tears, and his tears were like water bursting from the embankment:

"Why did I suddenly become like this?"

"Brother, don't cry, my mother said, everything will be fine!" The two little girls with pigtails who were eating next to them ran over and took out a candy from their pockets and handed it to the boy.

"Jenny!"

The girl's mother hurriedly ran over and took the little girl in her arms.

Touching her daughter's head dotingly, the mother whispered to the boy:

"My daughter is my meaning, and I never think about 'meaning' for her. ”

When the words fell, the mother and daughter suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"The essence of life is suffering, and it always has been. ”

At this time, the couple, who had been snuggling up to each other, also stood up, and the girl among them said a word, and then disappeared as well.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yorkham Jones immediately opened the Eye of Light, but he still didn't see any traces of the flow of supernatural power.

Then, the boy who had been crying stood up and laughed, and then disappeared as well.

In an instant, only the old man who bought things, Yorkham Jones and Qinqing, were left in the whole stewed stall.

Jingjing also noticed the sudden change, she looked up at the old man slightly, and said to Yorkham Jones:

"Jones, I don't feel the malice of this old man. ”

After receiving Qinqing's answer, Yorkham Jones breathed a sigh of relief, and after holding Qinqing in his arms, he looked at the old man and asked:

"Who are you, and where have the previous ones gone?"

"A man who can't die, a ghost wandering the world, a story that doesn't make any sense, a lonely messenger. ”

So saying, the old man went over and sat down beside Yorkham Jones, and he took a sip of the boy's unfinished mead, and said with a smile:

"I have witnessed the death of a mother and daughter in the winter because of poverty, I have witnessed the crying teenager who has not found meaning in his life in search of 'meaning', and I have witnessed the couple who have grown up on each other to enter the marriage and fall apart."

"They have existed, they have existed at some point in history, I have recorded everything in the world, and then they have done nothing, changed nothing"

Witness history?

Immortality!

Demigods!

A few words poured out of Yorkham Jones's heart, and his forehead was instantly filled with beads of sweat.

"Don't be afraid, I said I was just a messenger, and there was a guy who asked me to send you a letter. The old man took another sip of mead.