Durin's Diary

Chapter 741 Night Talk
Lan En only remembered that Du Lin took her to a noodle stall. The beef noodles made by the owner, Chang Tang, were very delicious, so delicious that Lan En was reminded of her mother.

After so many years, she even forgot what her mother looked like, but that bowl of noodles reminded her of her mother smiling at her when she was young.

Everyone in Changtang says that there is a kind of person in this world who can cook all kinds of delicious food, and this kind of food can remind people of all kinds of forgotten past events, make up for regrets, and remember the past.

She had never been so familiar with her mother, whom she had long forgotten, as she was today.

Perhaps, Mr. Li is the legendary God of Cookery.

So after returning with Du Lin, Lan En began to want to paint the mother in his mind on the canvas.

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Seeing the smile on Lan's face, Du Lin stayed with her and watched her paint her mother on the canvas.

She was a grassland elf, wearing the clothes of a Changtang person. In Lan En's writing, her smile seemed to be able to warm people's hearts.

That's great. Unlike me, I was an orphan in my previous life and had never seen my father and mother. In this life, although I have seen my father, I have never really known him. All Du Lin can remember about his father is the glimpse he got outside the carriage door in Lublin that year.

Thinking of this, Du Lin turned his head and looked at Anta who was standing next to him. She smiled at Lan En who was painting and asked: "Where did you escape to after dinner?"

"I went to the noodle stall recommended by Anonymous and had a bowl of noodles. The steak was covered in blood. I couldn't get used to it, let alone Lan En." Du Lin answered quickly, and at the same time, he hugged Anta with a smile and let her sit on his lap.

"If I had known, I wouldn't eat steak either. Then I could go eat beef noodles with you." Anta smiled and reached out to scratch Du Lin's nose.

"I'll take you with me next time." Du Lin said, looking at the canvas: "This is Lan En's mother."

"She's very beautiful and kind, not like my mother. She's more like a tiger aunt." At this point, Anta laughed. "I'm stronger now. I can beat my mother. She likes to tell my stories to her friends."

"It's a good thing to have a descendant to be proud of. This is the same whether in the Western Land or the Eastern Land." Lan En turned his head and said.

"Of course." Du Lin replied.

Anta nodded. "Yes, having a child to be proud of is much better than having a fool." At this point, Anta reached out and pulled Dulin's face. "When Dulin and I first got married, we didn't have our family's blessing. My mother thought he was a sorcerer and his future achievements wouldn't be as good as mine. But how could she understand that Dulin was my treasure?"

"I really envy you two for knowing each other so early." There was some envy on Lan En's face.

When she heard Anta and Dulin's story and learned about Dulin's past of hitting the dog with a pair of tongs, she smiled and wiped her eyes: "I'm so envious."

"It's okay, you are my good sister now." Anta slapped Dulin's arm away, and she sat next to Lan En: "Next is the time for the girls to have a heart-to-heart talk, Mr. Dulin." "I know, I know." Dulin stood up, said goodbye to the two, and walked out of the studio.

Walking along the corridor to the side door, Du Lin took out a cigarette and was about to take a puff when he saw Melinda kneeling in the moonlight.

She was meditating, and Du Lin, feeling that he couldn't disturb her, put away his cigarette and was about to walk away, but he saw the rabbit girl turned her head and looked at him.

"Lord Durin," she called.

So Du Lin walked over to her and sat on the mat she used for meditation: "Is there anything wrong? And how did you think of meditating?"

"My bloodline, meditating under the moonlight can more quickly solidify the current level of the Hunter Path." She looked at Durin and said, "I've always wondered why there are so many species of beastmen. We are all different, some small, some strong. My Lord, do you know why this is so?"

"You must have heard something from Alyssa, right?" Du Lin understood all at once - his little rabbit would never ask such a philosophical question. She must have known something and had doubts in her heart, so she asked this question.

"Well, Alyssa said our world is a giant man-made project. She only told me that because we're all Werebeasts. I know I shouldn't say it, but I'm really curious. She said that Candle Dragons like you are a management race created by the gods of the old ages to command artificial life forms like us... Are we really just toys created by the gods?"

"Maybe it is true in the eyes of some gods and people, but in the eyes of other gods and people, we are their children. Although children look different, have different strengths, and different heights, we are all children in the eyes of these gods and people." Having said that, Du Lin smiled and reached out to stroke Melinda's head.

"I'm so scared I'll lose you, my lord. Ever since I was old enough to understand, all the nobles I've seen have been so high and mighty. Only you are different. Ever since I've known you, I've never seen you put on airs... But now I understand. You're an illusionary being. One day I'll be old before you. In the legends of our race, rabbits are born, grow old, get sick, and die, just like leaves on trees, spring, summer, autumn, and winter come and go. One day we'll forget the past and be born again... But I don't want to forget you, my lord. I strive to grow and become stronger, until I realize that even if I achieve legend, I'll ultimately only be able to accompany you for a hundred years."

There was no sadness or joy in her eyes: "For all living beings, a hundred years is too long; but for you, a hundred years is too short."

Du Lin was silent. Finally, he reached out and held the obviously larger rabbit spirit in his arms.

"When I was little, I always thought that I would meet a hunter in the future who would hunt my heart and make me willingly accompany him for the rest of my life. I didn't expect that my hunter would be a Zhulong, who has extraordinary talent, powerful strength, and a life journey that is so long that it is unimaginable for me. I heard that the old man has lived for five or six hundred years, and Mr. Yan is about the same age. You Zhulongs live for a really long time." In Du Lin's arms, Melinda whispered, and gradually her voice became low. "I have always wanted to tell myself that life is different. I am a beastman, an ordinary life, and you are a Zhulong, the manager created by the gods... But I really don't want to admit defeat. I want to change my fate, but I can't think of how to do it."

Du Lin patted Melinda on the back and said, "I'll find a way. Leave this problem to me."

Melinda looked up, confused. "But this is my problem, my Lord."

"No, this is my problem." Du Lin stroked the rabbit girl in his arms.

This is the end I should consider.

(End of this chapter)