I'm sorry, I want to be a new person

That night, Hong used his finger as a knife and carved the "Inscription on Mourning Ye Da's Early Death" on the boulder.

Even the most exquisite craftsman can't imitate the handwriting that Hong carved with his fingers. Later generations, some masters discovered that the demon power remained. Combined with the rumors at the time, they made up a story of "a jealous woman burns incense to beg the demon".

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

The plague came and went, year after year.

The entire Dabin dynasty fell into inevitable decline.

It is even said that the reason why the Dabin Dynasty was not destroyed is because the main crisis of the human race is not the ills of the last years of the dynasty, but the plague that all living beings are equal.

No one knows when this plague will end.

No one even knew whether the plague that appeared every year and everywhere was the same kind.

Emperor Dabin sent countless capable men and strangers to thoroughly investigate the world, looking for the source and clues of the plague, but they always returned without success.

Gradually, people began to get used to it.

Just like the rain in summer and the snow in winter, it happens every year. Sometimes if you are lucky, you will have two or three years to rest and recuperate, but sooner or later you will not be able to escape a new round of plague.

Although Wang Wenwei finished all his experience in governance and sent it to various places in books and reported it to the capital, but the journey was far away and communication was inconvenient. It seems that apart from Yunzhou, no other places had achieved much results.

Hong flipped through the "Yunzhou Administration and Service Research Book" that had already been assembled into a book, and the officials had a copy, and couldn't understand it.

"No, according to Wu Jingsheng, no matter how severe the plague is, every generation will be weaker. Why is it different here!"

Dabin 313 years.

The plague has been raging intermittently for nearly 20 years.

The firmness of human beings is beyond expectations, including human beings themselves.

The Kyushu human race is still struggling to thrive.

But human civilization has become extremely fragile, and the population has been suppressed at an extremely low level.

The new generation of humans has become accustomed to the existence of the plague, to the fact that people around them die from the plague, and to the fact that they may die from the plague one day.

It's just that the grief and pain behind it all disappeared in the long river of history.

Human civilization has come to the darkest moment, and despair is the most important ingredient in breathing. From the emperor to the common people, they are all overwhelmed.

Among the various places in Dabin, Yunzhou is the only one that has a good management system. Whenever there is a plague, although there are losses, it is much better than other places.

Wang Wenwei, governor of Yunzhou, has become a living fairy in the hearts of the people of Yunzhou. With him, the people of Yunzhou have the courage to live.

He is the reborn parent of the common people in Yunzhou.

He is the pinnacle of Dinghai for officials in Yunzhou.

He is a light in the darkness for Yunzhou people.

But at the same time, it is also a mortal body.

Inside the government office, Wang Wenwei, with gray hair and a face like gold paper, sat up with difficulty.

"Red...I'm getting old, but you still look like this. It's really annoying. Wen Yi was afraid that you would be mad at me too."

Red as a teenager, with a sad face.

In the past 20 years, he has already been contaminated with the atmosphere of the world of mortals, and he knows the suffering of the world of mortals.

"Hold on, in another ten days, the spring will begin... the disease will be better after the spring..."

Wang Wenwei said helplessly: "I can't hold on anymore, Hong...Since Wenyi left, year after year, the days are like years, this plague has no head...I tried my best."

Hong squeezed her fist, not knowing what to say.

"Hong, what will you do after I leave? You bastard, don't you have hundreds of years to live? Hahaha, living in this world for hundreds of years is so pitiful..."

Wang Wenwei smiled and cried.

"Red...Is there any hope for the human race? I did my best! I really did my best!"

In his whole life, he had never thought of Shu in the scrolls, and he had fought swords with the two of Hong to deal with injustice.

But it's coming to an end, after all, it's the pain of fighting this damn plague in the last 20 years that occupies most of my memories.

Full of bitterness.

Hong was silent for a long time, and said: "After you leave, I probably...will go back to the mountains."

Shang Wenyi is gone, and Wang Wenwei is leaving too. After all, he has become a person, and he will return to the mountains to taste loneliness again.

At this time.

Wang Wenwei, who was struggling to speak, suddenly grabbed Hong's arm firmly.

"Red! I want to ask you something."

Hong looked at Wang Wenwei, he knew he would not refuse.

"I'm about to die, and I have nothing to do with my descendants. I only worry about the people of Yunzhou... The heavens are not fair, and my human race is in this catastrophe... After I die, I will destroy my body and wipe out my traces. , don’t be discovered by others, and then you turn into me, from now on, you are Wang Wenwei! You are the parent officer of Yunzhou!"

"Yunzhou can't do without you, and it can't do without the governor Wang Wenwei!"

Chapter 231 Looking back a hundred years, I am already a human being.

In the 313th year of Dabin, Yunzhou's parent officer, Yunzhou's Dinghaishenzhen, and 52-year-old Wang Wenwei were enlisted. For a while, the whole Yunzhou felt a sense of depression over the city.

Fortunately, a few days before the beginning of spring, Wang Wenwei, governor of Yunzhou, finally recovered from his illness and walked out of the small courtyard.

The entire Yunzhou City, up and down, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wang Wenwei" pinched the budding wicker and looked at it for a long, long time.

"After all, you still haven't made it to the beginning of spring..."

After that, Wang Wenwei launched a new round of plague control work with great action and determination, just like the previous 20 years.

His energy was almost limitless, and he was always on business, never resting.

His subordinates had to work in three shifts to keep up with Lord Wang's pace.

The entire Yunzhou improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that occasionally someone would think that Mr. Wang's capable officer "Red" seemed to have never appeared again.

After years of accumulation, Yunzhou has a set of proficient plague response mechanisms, which are becoming more and more effective and efficient.

No matter where the plague came from or what symptoms it had, Yunzhou was always the least affected and the least dead among the various places in Kyushu. Wang Wenwei's reputation was no longer limited to the surrounding areas of Yunzhou, but resounded throughout Kyushu.

In the darkest age of the human race, Yunzhou has become a rare and peaceful place.

People in Yunzhou put up portraits of Wang Wenwei at home one after another, and kowtowed day and night.

It will take another 20 years to do this.

In the 334th year of Dabin, Wang Wenwei, the governor of Yunzhou, was 73 years old, still full of energy, and managed the entire Yunzhou in an orderly manner.

He rejected the capital's transfer order several times, and only concentrated on protecting Yunzhou.

Dabin's two generations of emperors wanted to transfer this person back to the capital, but they were ignored several times. Even if they sent someone to Yunzhou as the new governor, the new governor, it was just a decoration that even the servants could not command.

People from Yunzhou only recognize Wang Wenwei.

Fortunately, Dabin was already dying, and Wang Wenwei had no children, so the two generations of emperors could only let the deified governor of Yunzhou stay in Yunzhou to monopolize power.

Wang Wenwei, who has white beard and hair in the governor's office, is still dealing with official duties with vigor. The subordinates around him have changed round after round over the years, but he remains the same.

"My lord, the plague is relatively light in various places this year, but in a few counties near Liangzhou, it is rumored that there is a monk in white who collects the corpses of sick people."

Wang Wenwei didn't raise his head: "Order the police to arrest this person quickly along the road. The dead body of a sick person is an important 'source of labor', so don't be careless."

"promise!"

In the middle of the night, when the clerks beside him were dozing off, Wang Wenwei stopped writing.

He spread out his palm and looked at the palm prints on it.

The old palm gradually melted like fading, revealing some red fluff.

This is his real talent, not Hong, nor Wang Wenwei.

However, it didn't take long for this change to be unsustainable, the red appearance faded, and the palms returned to human appearance.

Yes, Wang Wenwei found that he couldn't change back.

He's locked himself under a human façade for far too long.

How long? 50 years?

When was the last time you appeared in your original form?

Which one is the real self?

Wang Wenwei was upset.

But he must do what he promised others.

Just like that third-rate poet, if you say it, you will definitely do it!

Another 10 years passed after that.

Wang Wenwei is 83 years old.

In this era, even if there are capable people and strange men, few people can live to this age. In addition, their state is still full of energy, and it can even be called auspicious among people.

And he has not been involved in the management of the plague for three years.

The coping methods that have been constructed over the past few decades have been deeply engraved in the bones of Yunzhou.

He knew that he could finally leave, and it was time to leave.

Dabin 345 years.

Wang Wenwei, the 84-year-old governor of Yunzhou, left the government office and began to inspect the whole prefecture.

He didn't miss any place, from big towns to small villages, but wherever there were more than a hundred people gathered, no matter how high the mountains were or how far the rivers were, he would visit and sort out the places.

It took a total of one year before and after.

After returning to the government office, it took three months to write "Yunzhou Epidemic Chronicles", which synthesized decades of experience in fighting the plague, and promoted successors who had been trained for many years.

Then he died in the small courtyard behind the government office.

This small courtyard holds many memories.

For example, a man and a demon live next to each other because they are worried about being assassinated, but they are mistaken for keeping a side room.

For example, Wang Wenwei, Hong, and Shang Wenyi used to drink under the moon.

For example, the woman who loved her husband but had nothing to do because of her own health died in self-blame.

For example, the idealistic literati, after decades of fulfilling his great ambitions, passed away in confusion because of the gloomy future of the human race.

Now, Wang Wenwei, the governor of Yunzhou, also died here.

The sky in Yunzhou has collapsed.

The whole state wailed and wailed to fill the sky.

Fortunately, someone left enough pillars to support the sky after he left.

He was finally free, from the commitment to his friend.

Although he can never change back to that red-haired monster basking in the sun on the mountainside.

Wang Wenwei restored his appearance to a "red" appearance.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy Lang, also looks like the shepherd boy back then.

The name Hong is too special and there is a risk of being recognized. He reversed the last two characters of Wang Wenwei and called himself Wang Weiwen to commemorate his friend.

Outside of Yunzhou, this name is commonplace.

He first went to Liangzhou, and there were rumors that this terrible plague started in Liangzhou at the earliest, but nothing came of it for several years.

After that, he went to Qinzhou. The descendants of the genius doctor Wu Jingsheng had long since died out, and the medical family had not been able to survive rounds of plagues.

He went to Jingzhou and took a look at Shang Wenyi's natal family. This family of officials with a deep heritage barely survived.

He also went to Guanzhou, to Wang Wenwei's hometown, but there were only ruins left.

Looking back suddenly, it has been a hundred years since I left Liangjian Mountain.