Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1281 That’s my child

Over time, we think these things will become easier to handle. Perhaps time can dilute everything, perhaps time can teach us to forget, and it will also teach us to recognize reality, so that we will no longer live in nothingness, and let us laugh off the past, no matter how difficult and difficult the experience was at the time, no matter how helpless and unwilling we were at the time, but in the end, it will all turn into a wisp of smoke, drifting away with the wind. Everyone must experience these things, no one will be able to reverse them, and everyone can only start from the highest point of fate and cannot go back. Nothing can be reversed, and nothing can be made up. It can only be forgotten after silent repentance. Perhaps forgetting is the ultimate result of life, while death is not. Forgetting may not only be the result of life, but also the result of this universe. In this universe, forgetting is the final state. Once forgetting begins, it will be irreversible and go to the deepest part of forgetfulness. Maybe it will disappear in the endless night sky, or it will disappear forever in the void. Maybe after death, there will be tears, but when forgetting, there will be smiles. After all, after forgetting, a new life may begin, or the world may be completely isolated, or everything may be completely forgotten. In that case, forgetting will be the highest etiquette given to people by this world. This incident touched us a lot, and I sympathize with the child and the mother. Maybe there is nothing in this world that can explain this journey through everything. If the child had not encountered that qi, maybe it would not have recalled the past and present lives, or maybe it would not have abandoned this world and gone to its own world. Maybe it could have lived here for a lifetime, instead of going back to do so-called big things. Thinking of the child, maybe we thought of ourselves, because the child is too much like us. If we were not doing these things, if we did not think about success and fame, if we did not think about those so-called illusory things, we might still be ordinary people playing on the grass and studying. Attending classes at school, perhaps we could have lived these decades like ordinary people, carefree, unburdened by the big things. Perhaps small things would have troubled us enough, and when we resolved them, we'd felt endless joy. Now that joy is gone, and all we've been left with is trouble, this is our final escape. Thinking of this, I sigh helplessly, yet also smile silently. Because that child has brought so many emotions to us. For us, that child is perhaps like our own lives. Sometimes we can't control them, and sometimes, once touched, many things are irreversible. If that child touched something he used in a previous life, he would be retraced to his previous fate. But isn't that the case with us now? If we encounter the timeline of our previous life, we'll have to retrace that same path in this life. Thinking of this, I lament not the child's life, but our own. It's as if that child is retracing our path, and we're trying so hard to redeem it, to let that child walk our own path. But can we really do it? If we can't even save ourselves, if we can't help ourselves, how can we help others? Thinking of this, I recalled our own naiveté. We were indeed naive, helpless in this world, but at least we had our share of kung fu. And what did that child have? Wasn't he simply at the mercy of others? But in this world, there are always people better than us, and beyond us, there are certainly those more capable than us. So, in the eyes of the whole world, perhaps we are even more insignificant than that child. For three months, I wondered how that mother and child managed. Perhaps they were happy. Perhaps those three months allowed them to endlessly broaden the breadth of time, perhaps they no longer had to think about their illness. Perhaps taking that medicine would grant them eternal life. Perhaps eternal life in love is the truest form of eternal life, not just the so-called extension of time. This was the best I could understand, and there was nothing I could do to further this matter. Thinking of this, we spent another month in a daze. Finally, one day, Tian Yiming came to me with a pile of documents. I curiously asked what he was holding, and seeing his frantic look, I couldn't help but sigh.