Ark, I got cold a little early

Of course they noticed the words "Let's get together more often" from Hongyu, the bastard who decided everything without saying a word, but they can't do it now.

"Brother, I'm going back to Simuitai first." Wang sorted out Hongyu's belongings with a calm expression.

"Yeah." Zhongyue, who was also filled with sadness, didn't know how to comfort his younger brothers and sisters at this time, so he could only nod.

Sir, I am still not mature enough.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly.

You leave as soon as you say you will, and you really know how to order people around.

"Second brother, I'll go with you." At this time, Nian came to Wang and stopped him who was about to leave first.

"Ninth sister, why are you following me? I'm going back to take care of my work. After all, my master has irresponsibly thrown the position of prefect to me." Wang frowned slightly.

If I could have anticipated Hongyu's upcoming action and stopped him...would everything have been different?

Wang shook his head, throwing his unrealistic thoughts out of his head, and at the same time looked at Nian, who was scratching his head and laughing, in confusion.

"It's just... I suddenly realized that I actually don't understand the old guy at all..." There was a hint of loneliness in Nian's eyes.

"I've never been to Simuitai before, so I suddenly wanted to go see what the old man's workplace looked like. I wanted to try to walk the same path he used to walk and see the places he used to walk."

"...I thought I could avoid causing him trouble by hiding everything, but things turned out like this." She lowered her head slightly, holding the script left by Hongyu in her hand, her eyes gradually becoming moist as she spoke.

"I want to... go and take a look." She looked up and tears began to fall.

"..." Wang was silent for a moment, then spoke in his unchanging calm tone: "Then follow me."

Nian wiped away her tears and followed Wang's footsteps.

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Xi still hid in her own painting.

It seems that the world in the painting is her home.

She didn't want to accept it and couldn't accept it.

How could he possibly die? He was clearly… clearly an omnipotent guy… How could this be possible? How could this be possible!!

Xi clenched the paintbrush in her hand, and once she tore up her own painting.

She tried to treat Hongyu as her own "creation" and let Hongyu live in her own world, but she failed.

After all, it was a fake feather, not a feather...

Suddenly, the torn pieces of canvas turned into butterflies, which were scattered all over the world by the wind, coloring the black and white future.

Xi was stunned. She remembered that this was the time when Hongyu demonstrated his control over the authority of "Sui". She vaguely remembered that he was still laughing and boasting, "Sui's authority can be ever-changing. You've fallen behind, Xi!"

These memories...are still there...

How ridiculous.

I drew the word "love" in my missing heart and never spoke it out to him.

Xi was walking alone in the burning rain in the painting, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and then the painting broke.

It seemed like she had no place to stay again.

She shed tears silently, like the downtrodden Cinderella in the fairy tale.

"Little crybaby, stop crying." That person's hand seemed to wipe away her tears and gently stroke her head.

His voice seemed to continue to ring in my ears, his figure would still patiently tidy up my drawing table, and he seemed to continue to teach me and check his new paintings...

He doesn't like seeing me cry.

The beautiful woman holding an umbrella wiped the tears from her face and tried hard to smile, but the forced happiness made her exhausted.

I simply can’t help it…

The tears still flowed uncontrollably, but this time I no longer had that fantasy to wipe my tears away.

Yes, he is dead.

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The sky over Simuitai is deep red.

He drank the wine he had been longing for, but he did not feel happy at all.

taste not good.

This was her most intuitive evaluation. It was obviously a fine wine that Hongyu had treasured for a long time, but it could not make her feel the same joy as when she drank those pots of cheap liquor before.

Maybe the person who was fooling around with you disappeared?

My memory is vague, and I seem to be back to my childhood when I was holding his hand or sitting on his shoulders in the morning market in Dayan.

There were also the things that happened when they traveled together in the mountains and rivers of Dayan, or that sneak kiss, or that deep kiss that no one knew about.

"Old man, what were you thinking at that time? What did you do silently for us?"

Ah... why am I talking to a photo...

Ling looked at the few photos of him she had left in her hand, a tear fell down her face, and she suddenly said, "Liar."

You are not omnipotent at all...old man.

Ling suddenly covered his forehead and recalled the last time he saw Yu Hongyu.

At that moment, his shoulders seemed to move, and his eyes were filled with light and darkness...

She covered her stomach in pain, and an indescribable feeling of nausea continued to grow in her mind.

Ah…Ah!!

I clearly noticed something at that time!

Ah... the only correct answer, why did I only think of it now?

Could I have hugged you then?

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"Shu, has the governor returned with you? We've already prepared a celebration banquet for him! He's definitely a major contributor to this bumper harvest!"

"Sorry... sir, he's gone." Shu looked apologetically at the residents of Dahuang City who came to ask him about Hongyu's whereabouts.

"Gone?" Several people were stunned, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, oh, it's okay, it's okay. After all, the governor is very busy. It's a pity that the most meritorious person didn't come to the celebration banquet we prepared."

Looking at the extremely simple villagers, Shu didn't want to tell them the news that Hongyu had passed away. After all, it would not be good to ruin the atmosphere of the celebration banquet.

However, she still planned not to attend the celebration party.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, I won't attend this celebration party. I'm not feeling well." Shu said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay. Have a good rest then!"

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The quiet night seemed especially dead after the bustle of the celebration banquet.

Shu stared blankly at the empty bed. In an instant, her previously calm expression suddenly became uncontrollable and tears flowed uncontrollably.

The gentleman is dead... He is dead...

It turns out that he is not omnipotent, he can also die!

We depend on him and think he can do anything.

However, he is not omnipotent. He can't draw, farm, doesn't like drinking, and has a special fondness for candied haws... There are so many things he is not good at. He is just a mortal, not a god!

The longing that runs deep into my bones, gazing at the memories in the distance.

All the traces he left behind made Shu feel so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

At night, only faint sobbing inside the house and the chirping of insects outside were left.

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Because I updated a little late due to the catch-up classes, I have to wait until around 7 o'clock these days to update the second chapter...

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Chapter 27: Hongyu: Thinking is gradually becoming old...

“Cough cough!! Cough cough cough cough!!”

Bang!

Hongyu suddenly raised his head from the chair in front of the desk and started coughing violently. The movement was so exaggerated that he fell off the chair.

He slowly stood up and rubbed his aching waist. Looking at the messy papers on the table, he could guess that he had probably written a word on the "God-Seeking Order" and then quickly fell asleep.

ka ka ka-

Twisting his waist that kept making noises, Hongyu first looked at the time display and saw that only more than ten hours had passed, then he sighed dejectedly.

Thousands of years...

I don't know how they are doing now...

I have already done my best to pave the way for them, and they will have to rely on themselves in the days ahead.

Hongyu chuckled and then looked into the distance.

I am an old man who is retired now. I wonder what it would be like to go to Simuitai in Dayan now?

Well, forget it. I'll probably be caught by them and then be questioned with things like "How come you're still alive, old man?!"

Besides, even if we really met and they recognized me, I didn’t know how I would face a group of “children” who had been waiting for thousands of years for someone who shouldn’t have existed in this world.

So next...

Let’s go to the street and buy two candied haws first!

Hongyu clapped his hands, picked up the wallet from the drawer, put on his familiar blinders and rushed out.

Can you imagine what Tanghulu looked like more than a thousand years ago?!

That's a hawthorn skewer! It's definitely not a candied haws! I absolutely refuse to admit that it's a candied haws!

I just want to eat something refreshing today!!!

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Carrying more than thirty candied haws strings in his bag, Hongyu walked slowly on the road, making the stall owner laugh and passers-by look at him dumbfounded. After getting familiar with the market environment of Dayan a thousand years ago, he looked at Longmen today and always felt a sense of daze.

The thought that I am already an old man who has been eliminated by the times came to my mind.

However, my feelings about emotions seemed to have deepened a bit after this time travel.

This discovery made the smile on Hongyu's face even brighter.

Do you want to go somewhere else? I've always stayed in the little corner of town near the grocery store, only knowing a few people around there. I haven't even been to the Dragon Gate Guards and Penguin Logistics, which are must-see spots for time travelers.

No, I've been to the Imperial Guards before, when I was taking my statement last time. I remember this happening.

How about... just a walk around? Just a morning stroll?

Hongyu, whose mind was gradually aging, thought so.

At this time, there was a sudden noise in Hongyu's pocket. He took out his terminal and the caller ID on it read "Sacrifice your relatives for the sake of justice"

Hiss——Huh?

Who is here?