The Spirit World

Chapter 539

desire.

Black umbrella, heavy rain, spinning.

In the rain, Chang Yufeng held a black umbrella. He looked serious after all. His youth made his face look even paler in the white mist of the rain. He was still wearing Fulan's magic robe. The blue and white magic robe also glowed with a glowing fire. His slender body gave people a strong sense of pressure even when he was standing quietly. His black eyes stared at the boy in front of him. He should know this boy, but he couldn't find his name in his mind.

His name is Xun Huangying, a naughty kid who always wants to bully him.

Xun Huangying stood in front of him with a smile on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He playfully leaned the umbrella against his shoulder and twirled the umbrella handle with his hand. The black umbrella also twirled along with his rotation, stirring up the rain curtain like flying fireworks, so different in the falling rain curtain.

He appears and disappears mysteriously, as if he is everywhere.

Follow yourself.

"Hello, Xun Huangying, little friend."

Chang Yufeng said gently: "If you want to talk to me about some great truths, you can wait until I finish my work, and I will stay with you for a while."

Chang Yufeng smiled and blinked, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood there quietly. Under the rain, the black umbrella was knocking louder and louder.

Puff, puff, puff. Beautiful rain flowers splashed up from the edge of the umbrella, then sank into the rain and disappeared.

"Ah, Kuro won't help you, he has been warned. You don't have to make things difficult for him." Xun Huangying smiled brightly. He was still spinning the umbrella. His small body was standing leisurely, with his other hand in his trouser pocket. With his exquisite black suit, he looked both handsome and evil.

"You seem to know what I am going to do." Chang Yufeng said this calmly. He did not ask, but looked at the young man quietly.

This young man has a handsome, neatly trimmed short black hair, a black suit, and black eyes. He seems gentle and calm.

What kind of child would have such a profound and unexpected look?

Chang Yufeng knew very well that this child was definitely not an ordinary person, so there was no harm in chatting with him.

"It's not that I want to know. To be honest, if you hadn't forgotten your original intention, we would have solved all those messes seven years ago. Now, our situation is even worse." Xun Huangying pouted leisurely and continued: "I don't care. Anyway, I'm not the one who suffers."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers and twisted his neck lazily: "Sometimes I also think that controlling other people's memories is too perverted. Fortunately, I am the one controlling other people's memories, not others controlling mine."

As he snapped his fingers, the rain stopped abruptly, and they broke into tiny fragments and hovered in the air, like condensation on the window, slowly settling at the origin.

They were crystal clear and dazzling, like glass, piecing Chang Yufeng together in an instant. Black flames rose around them, burning the suspended raindrops, and they dissipated one after another.

Chang Yufeng sighed and said sadly: "How many times do you have to do this before you are satisfied? Can you let me go? Little boy, why do you have to stare at me?"

"Wait a minute, I'll give you the memory, and then we'll talk about other things, otherwise it's tiring to talk like this." Xun Huangying spread his hands and snapped his fingers again, "click!" The black flame burned more vigorously, but Chang Yufeng couldn't feel any heat at all. He just watched the steam rising up, and then he realized that he should feel the burning heat, but no, the black flame surrounded him, did not hurt him, and did not give him warmth.

"memory……"

Chang Yufeng was a little dazed. His pupils began to shrink greatly, turning into two black round beads, and then quickly enlarged, like a surging tide. Memories rolled in his mind.

The umbrella, black, fell into the puddle. Piece after piece of crystal water droplets gathered together, just like countless memories coming together, piecing together all of oneself once again.

Chang Yufeng.

What kind of person is he?

He is not always calm, his mood can fluctuate greatly, when he is calm, he is like a well-behaved sheep, who will not make a sound, no, bleat, when being taken away from the sheepfold. When he gets angry, he can beat his best friend with his own hands. At that time, he is a lone wolf who does not recognize his relatives and will bite anyone he sees.

He may not always correct his mistakes. He may make the same mistake over and over again. He takes small losses as lessons, but remains silent when he suffers big losses.

He always feels that he is missing something, the innocence of a child. He is not naive to think that others are doing him a favor by giving him a candy, nor is he naive to think that others are treating him badly by scolding him. He is not naive to think about becoming successful, nor is he naive to think that he is destined to be in poverty all his life.

Most of the time he would feel lost and at a loss as to where to go, but sometimes he would find his goal and move forward without hesitation as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

He is happy, yet sad. He is eloquent, yet silent. He is gentle, yet irritable. He is considerate, yet indifferent. He is smart, yet stupid. He is optimistic, yet tragic.

He is him, and not him.

He can only be Chang Yufeng, but he can also not be Chang Yufeng.

【I wonder if I did something wrong.】

Chang Yufeng heard his own voice outside the rain.

He inhaled, his chest slowly straightened, the manly spirit emanating from his body, and he exhaled heavily.

[I shouldn't think that I can live for myself. I shouldn't think about selfishness, because no matter what, everything I do can't break through my own limitations. I'm very sad. I'm sad for myself like this, Junichi Tachibana.]

【apple……】

[Junichi Tachibana, I think I should do something more meaningful. When it comes to life or death, I can now answer that the meaning of life and death is not so absolute. In fact, living for others and living for others are essentially meaningless. The most important thing is to get along well with others. If I can accommodate others, and others can accommodate me, then living for myself is too selfish. ]

[I should not be a selfish person who lives for myself, because the education I received, every person I met who touched me, the suffering I experienced, the sweetness I tasted, every tear I shed, every moment I laughed happily, do not allow me to live for myself anymore.]

【Perhaps, I can now face my fate. 】

[What ordinary people experience is nothing more than a hundred years, 365 days in a year, and 24 hours in a day. After these days, a person's life is over. Accompanied by birth, aging, illness and death, the end of life is nothing more than a pile of bones.]

[But the difference between living like a summer flower blooming brilliantly or living like an old turtle quietly waiting for death is the difference between people. ]

[Junichi Tachibana, the world is so wonderful. 】

Chang Yufeng sat quietly in the rain, feeling his own words.

He spoke slowly, and every word came from his heart.

Those memories that surged like a spring were engraved into his mind, and his heart gradually calmed down.

The rain curtain fell again, the black umbrella was spinning in the rain, but the naughty boy who was spinning the umbrella had disappeared. There was only one black umbrella here.

Pedestrians were running in the rain holding umbrellas. They looked at the young man sitting quietly in the rain, stunned and surprised that his umbrella was thrown aside. The rain flowed quickly down his face, like his tears pouring down.

[In fact, I shouldn’t think so much about the meaning of life, because the meaning of life should not be understood by people. If a person understands the meaning of life, then this person is destined to be extraordinary and lonely. ]

[Bai Yutang, I think people can choose their own future and why they live, but if you can understand, those self-choices are actually just countless options in all the situations you have experienced. Occasionally, you choose an option that satisfies you, and you will feel that it is your own choice, but what does it matter? Feel free to live towards this choice, because this road will always be open to you. ]

【I want to live for them. 】

【I am Chang Yufeng. 】

【For those distant, dead souls. 】

【I shouldn’t be confused anymore. 】

Chang Yufeng stood up shakily.

His whole body was soaked, and Fran's magic robe turned into a deep blue. He looked at the sky, and he could hear the wailing in the rain clearly.

This may be tears.

Tears of familiar people.

There is no end.

"It's great to have you by my side, Ying."

He looked at his hands, those slender hands, enjoying the beating of the rain. In the lines on his palms, the lines of fate became brighter and more conspicuous. Could those criss-crossing lines foreshadow a person's destiny?

puff--

Black flames burned fiercely in his palms, and those black flames seemed to be burning all his past that should not be forgotten in his eyes.

It was a flame that burned the heart and could never be extinguished. The rain curtain was burned by the flames, and hot steam rose up.

He clenched his fists tightly and covered his palms. The black flames disappeared instantly. He slowly looked at the umbrella that had run far away in the wind.

The umbrella moved with the wind, swaying from side to side, being destroyed by the wind and being slaughtered by the rain, but no matter what, it was his umbrella.

He jumped up into the sky, grabbed the umbrella handle and closed it. The umbrella closed obediently, like a sharp black sword. He swung it, trying to shake off the water on the umbrella in the rain. The water in the rain was magically cut off in the middle of the umbrella at the moment he swung it, leaving a layer of empty space. The umbrella was completely clean. The black umbrella was completely clean.

pu——

The umbrella was opened again, and Chang Yufeng held it upright above his head. He was so tall at this moment, looking quietly ahead, and slowly turned around.

He looked at the tall buildings and huge courtyards that were characteristic of Fran. Amid the lights and feasting, he saw a woman standing quietly beside him, looking at him.

Alice smiled at him, and they looked at each other. The heavy rain could not wet the edge of Alice's white skirt at all. Her black eyes met her blue eyes. He was silent, watching the woman perform a skirt salute gracefully. The white umbrella turned silently, and then she walked into the street silently, disappearing without a trace.

He walked very slowly, feeling Fran's restlessness even under seven days and seven nights of heavy rain.

Arriving at 202 Charles Street, he put away his umbrella, looked at the apple tree that still stood tall in the rain, and slowly opened the door.

"How is it? What did Mr. Kuro say?" Erica ate fruit salad and watched the comedy on the magic stage.

The name of the comedy is "Happy Fran", which tells the story of a migrant worker who does not know magic and is not good at socializing, and the endless jokes he makes in the mixed metropolis of Fran. The male protagonist is called Fran. This comedy also has another nickname, called Country Bumpkin Fran. This comedy introduces the local customs and people of small cities in detail, which is also the source of humor.

From the accent, to the customs, to the ethnicity of the people living there, to their appearance, everything is hilarious.

"He said there's no hope." Chang Yufeng spread his hands, took off his magic robe and hung it on the clothes rack: "But fortunately, he told me something very important."

"What's the matter?" Erica mixed the strawberry milkshake together and slowly put it into her mouth with a spoon, watching Fran fall humorously.

"I'm not hopeless."

"What are you talking about?" Erica looked at Chang Yufeng angrily: "I heard that Mr. Kuro doesn't like Pylos and Tang Zilong very much. It's normal that he doesn't want to help you. Let's see if there is any other way to avoid being angry." Erica mixed the mango cubes and milkshake together and took a small bite: "Uncle Kraft has also gone out. Only Elizabeth is resting in the room. Do you want to take a shower? I'm going to Lilia's place to study healing magic with her later."

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower. Remember to bring back some vegetables, as we have finished the food at home." Chang Yufeng slowly put away the umbrella.

"Ah, the vegetables at the night market are not fresh. Let's buy some frozen food. How about fish?" Erica was lying on the sofa, stirring a small piece of apple into milk and taking a big bite with a spoon. She was like a little hamster, chewing the fruit with her cheeks bulging.

"Eat, fried fish is best. I'll make it." Chang Yufeng walked straight into the building. He grabbed the escalator and went upstairs. He only heard Erica say okay, then buy fish, and stood up to put the bowl away. The country bumpkin Fran on the magic table showed a simple smile, even though he was covered in mud.

Unable to wait, Chang Yufeng took out a letter from the drawer, which was signed with a name.

【Wenti County, Jack Nyman】

He looked at the ring which was kept in the small box.

His hand fumbled over the ring.

The diamond shone so brightly that it dazzled him for a moment.

"Lin."

He slowly put the ring on his ring finger, just like a tailor-made piece of clothing, and his ring finger accepted this beautiful diamond dress.

His eyes are as affectionate as jade.

The storm will end tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)