I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1166 Does the World Need to Be Saved?

As the Creator's hand swings...

Words flow in the invisible sky.

The world turns in intangible time.

The newly built buildings were scattered into non-existent dust, and above the vacant land rose the "ruins" that should have collapsed long ago. The cracks on the ruins were repairing, and the fallen fragments were crawling back onto the cracks.

The ruins are no longer ruins, and the collapse never existed.

The monument in the square became more and more transparent, with white dots floating around it, like the flickering snowflakes on a broken TV. The picture that should have been extremely clear was becoming increasingly blurred, and some things that had happened were being forgotten by the world.

In front of the monument, an old man holding flowers was stunned. He seemed to have suddenly forgotten what he was doing here. In a trance, the flowers in his hands almost fell down.

When he came to his senses, a young man wearing glasses appeared beside him.

"Old man, there's no need to give flowers. Go back." The boy's voice reached the old man's ears. He has always been hard of hearing, but he could hear the boy's voice clearly. The somewhat ethereal voice seemed to be transmitted directly into his mind.

"No, I have to offer more, I have to offer more..."

The old man's mind was a little dazed, but he still remembered that he came to offer flowers, and he could only leave after placing the flowers on the monument.

"Who are you giving flowers to?" the boy asked.

"So many people! So many people! My old friends, my lover, my neighbors, the young men who saved me, the soldiers who brought me food, and the brave guys who headed for the abyss..."

The old man began to count on his fingers, but as he was counting, he suddenly froze and stood there for a long time.

"They all seem to be still here. Am I confused?"

He scratched his head and muttered in confusion.

"Maybe you remembered it wrongly, old man...and what is the abyss you are talking about?" the young man asked.

When he heard the word "abyss", anger suddenly appeared on the old man's originally kind face, and veins bulged on his hands holding the flowers.

"Abyss!" he said angrily, and then froze again.

The anger on his face had not yet disappeared, and his hands were still clenched tightly, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Abyss, abyss...Yes, what is the abyss?" The old man muttered, slowly loosening his hands, and the anger on his face turned into confusion.

He turned to look at the expressionless boy with glasses, then turned to look at the city that had never been destroyed, and finally he looked at the scene in front of him...

That's where the monument originally stood.

"I..." The old man raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the monument.

"I remember there was something here, why is it gone now?"

His eyes were full of confusion, and the question seemed to be asked to the boy next to him, but also seemed to be asked to himself.

It seemed as if there were a lot more things in his heart out of nowhere, but he also lost a lot of things.

Just like the flowers in his hands at this moment, the petals were constantly falling, rolled up into the sky with the air flow, and rolled together with the drifting white light, and finally disappeared without a trace.

When the old man looked at his hands again, all the petals had fallen off, leaving only a bare flower stalk.

"Old man, go back." The young man spoke again, gently persuading.

The old man looked at the flower stalk that was becoming transparent. The boy's voice lingered in his ears and penetrated into his heart again.

It's strange, why did he come here?
What is this thing that has become transparent?

The old man slowly loosened his grip, letting the last flower stalk turn into drifting dust, as if everything had drifted away with the wind, leaving nothing behind.

The old man just stood there quietly, and the young man stayed by his side, watching his eyes change from confusion to clarity, and from clarity to confusion, over and over again, and finally fixed on clarity.

"I should go back now. My wife is waiting for me to have dinner. After dinner, I have to play chess with Lao Li..."

The old man seemed to suddenly understand what he should do, as if he had found the meaning of his existence. The fire of hope rekindled in his somewhat empty eyes, and even his face became much rosier.

But before he left, he said goodbye to the boy with glasses next to him.

"Young man, what are you still doing here? You should go back as soon as possible. Your family may be waiting for you." "I will be back soon. Take care."

"Okay, I'm leaving now!"

The old man smiled happily, squeezing all his wrinkles together. He turned around, put his hands that no longer held the flowers behind his back, and walked briskly away.

However, as he walked, strange changes occurred in his body.

The somewhat hunched body became straighter and straighter. The two hands behind the back felt uncomfortable and were placed on both sides of the body. The wrinkles on the face were slowly disappearing and the white hair turned ink-black.

This "old man" is becoming younger and younger.

But he seemed unaware of his changes. His steps became faster and faster, gradually no longer like those of an old man.

As he walked, he actually started running again. His muscles began to swell and his figure became more and more upright.

When he ran to the door of his house, he had turned back into a muscular man.

The sturdy man pushed the door open with excitement on his face and walked in.

"I'm back!" he shouted with full energy.

However, no one in the room responded to him, so he didn't care and walked straight to the restaurant.

"Why don't you wait for me and start eating! Forget it, eat if you want to, but don't be hungry."

He sat in the seat reserved for him and picked up the bowl and chopsticks that had been prepared long ago.

Today's dishes were very good. He ate them with relish while praising his wife:

"This is delicious! This is delicious too! Your cooking skills are getting better and better!"

He praised her and kissed his wife on the cheek.

He was eating so much that his mouth was full of oil, but his wife didn't complain at all. Instead, she picked up a lot of dishes and put them in his bowl.

"Eat more, eat more, they are all your favorite dishes." said the wife gently.

"Honey, you are the best to me." He was so moved that he kissed his wife again, but his wife still looked indifferent.

She was always like this, unconditionally tolerating his childishness and nonsense.

"I'm full, I'm going to play chess with Lao Li. Today we're going to play 300 rounds!"

After eating, he ran out of the house without even washing the dishes. His wife ignored him and just sighed helplessly.

"Hey, you're so nice to me." He scratched his head and ran out happily.

……

The old lady at the table put down her chopsticks and sighed.

"Mom, don't sigh like that. Dad has been gone for so long, and you still have us."

The children beside her echoed her words, and the old woman's complexion looked much better.

"Don't wash your father's bowls. Wait until Qingming is over, then put them away. Otherwise, he won't be able to find them."

"I know, I know, Mom. You've said this so many times. It's always like this every year..."

"I was afraid you'd forgotten that your dad loves to eat these. Before he went to help with the disaster relief, he told me that he wanted me to make these for him after he came back. But after I prepared the meal, he didn't come back..."

As the old woman spoke, her eyes became redder and redder.

"Okay, Mom, don't think about those unhappy things. The past can't be changed." The children advised.

"Okay, I don't want to think about it anymore..."

The old woman muttered to herself and looked upwards.

"The past... can't really be changed?"

(End of this chapter)