When the book-traveling little detective meets the two-faced prince

"……Varied…"

Deng Yang was so shocked that he could only utter one syllable. The rest of his words, along with the uneasiness and fear that had appeared on his face before, were swallowed up by the astonishment on his face.

Not only Deng Yang, but also Zhou Yuanliang and Feng Yuan.

It was as if he was nailed to the spot by Qi Xi's words, and the astonishment in his eyes took a long time to dissipate.

"What do you mean by this?"

Cheng Su frowned and urged Qi Xi to tell the truth as soon as possible. There was curiosity in his tone and a complex emotion in his eyes that was difficult to distinguish.

Perhaps he also felt sympathy for Qi Xi's situation, so although he urged her, he was less tough.

Since Qi Xi said this, she had no intention of hiding it.

after all.

There will be no more lanterns lit up in the future.

He said slowly, "The lantern boat came from the other side, and there were not many lanterns left. After staying by the lake for a night, all of them went out. The villagers couldn't bear to break this beautiful expectation, so every time someone would get up early and relight the lanterns on the boat before the lantern boat returned. If there was really a lantern that could stay lit for a night, there was only so much oil in the lantern, and it would have burned out long ago."

After hearing this, the people of Pinghai Town suddenly realized what had happened. The shock in their eyes deepened and they could no longer calm down.

original……

What they believed to be a miracle since childhood, and what they thought was God's response to their prayers, turned out to be the lamp of hope that generation after generation of Huaifeng Village residents had silently lit for the people of the world.

Silently, the four seasons continue, spring goes and autumn comes, winter ends and summer arrives.

Behind miracles is never God, but man.

"Then...then since the death of everyone in Huaifeng Village, the lanterns in the past eleven years have all been..."

Zhou Yuanliang was still astonished and spoke in an uncertain tone.

But before he could even say the word 'you', Qi Xi interrupted him and said, "It's not me."

Huaifeng Village is gone, and the only thing on his mind is revenge. Every time he goes to the island, he thinks of the tragic faces of his fellow villagers who died, and hates himself for not being able to do anything. He has no intention of doing such a thing.

"That is..." Zhou Yuanliang suddenly thought of something, and said with wide eyes: "Could it be...?"

Zhou Yuanliang looked at Qi Xi's sad eyes and didn't dare to say those three words.

Wu Sanshan.

"Yes, it's Wu Sanshan."

When speaking Wu Sanshan's name, every word was as if he was speaking with nails in his mouth. Every time he pronounced a word, his mouth would bleed and he had to swallow the blood foam before he could pronounce the next word.

Wu Sanshan's existence is like a needle.

needle.

It sounds insignificant and particularly inconspicuous, and it would be difficult to find it no matter where you throw it, unless one day someone is unlucky enough to accidentally step on the needle and feel pain, then they realize that they have been pricked by the needle.

But he would only curse and let the needle remain there in the corner unnoticed.

Wu Sanshan is such a person.

He was silent, did not communicate with anyone, and did not want people to see his face clearly. He treated contact with others as vicious as if it would cost him his life.

But such a person brought him back home.

Let a paper doll like him, a hollow shell, a wandering ghost who should have died, actually find a home.

Eleven years have passed.

The one needle had long since turned into countless needles, piercing his soulless body that looked like a paper doll, until it could no longer be ignored, could no longer be forgotten.

Even if swallowing these countless needles would cause his already broken and tattered paper doll body to shatter and cause him excruciating pain, he would never keep silent.

Because that was Wu Sanshan.

He was the grandpa he had called countless times, but now he would never have the chance to call him that again.

Although Qi Xi only said six words, Lin Lezhi could understand Qi Xi's emotions at the moment from his expression, as if his soul was drifting and had nowhere to go.

There is confusion, anxiety, guilt, and hatred towards myself.

He once thought that he didn't care, that it didn't matter what happened, even if he died, because there was nothing to cherish anyway.

When he first met Ji Hang, he wanted to dodge the dazzling light, as if he had an instinctive fear of something he had never seen before.

He was afraid that this light would invade his world and shatter his original persistence and beliefs into rubble in an instant, but he couldn't help but cast a curious and envious look, couldn't help wanting to get closer, and even couldn't help wanting to become him.

It was Ji Hang who made him understand that it was not that he didn't care about anything, he was just afraid of change, afraid of breaking the fortress built with indifference and indifference, afraid of releasing the greedy self inside.

He was terribly afraid of losing it again after having it.

But Ji Hang did not give himself the chance to retreat. Ji Hang was like a star in the night sky. Although he was light years away, he still cast his starlight on the black curtain that descended on the earth, dazzling and hot.

It was also this starlight that gave him the courage to break the fortress.

Lin Lezhi.

Happy to know.

The name his grandfather gave him was like a vaccination, hoping that he would accept his fate and not force things.

But he was greedy.

He thought that he could also hold on to something, that he no longer had to drift like duckweed, and that he could get some ordinary warmth like everyone else.

A little bit is good.

But when he had this thought, God took it away again.

It seemed as if this kind of ordinary happiness should never belong to him, he shouldn't have coveted it, and shouldn't have caused trouble for others.

He asked himself this question countless times in the dark nights.

Shouldn't he be greedy? Is he unworthy?

Why did Ji Hang tell me?

"Since God has given us the opportunity to live, we must cherish it."

God clearly has never favored me.

Does a person like him who only brings trouble to others really deserve happiness?

Are you really worthy of living in this world?

Repeated questioning made Lin Lezhi lose the courage to try again. He shrank himself back into the starless night and into the fortress.

just.

After all, people have to eat grains and cereals, and earn a few coins to fill their stomachs.

He chose a job that allowed him to make a living by writing online articles without having to go out and meet anyone.

Just like that...

Day after day, year after year.

One day, he finally tried to change again, learned to step out, learned to socialize, and learned to live like a normal person like everyone else.

Even though he knew it was useless.

Just like he liked to lie on his back by the river, as if he could grab the stars in the night sky by reaching out his hand.

like……

Just by doing that, you will seem less lonely.

But God didn't even give him such an opportunity. He died without any warning and without anyone knowing.

When I woke up, I was here.

He was no longer himself, he had become someone else.

A person who has never appeared in this pit article.

Jiang Lian'an.

Who is he?

He never wrote about such a person. In fact, he only knew Xiao Yihuo and didn't know anyone else except him. These people never appeared in the text.

Although he only saw the emotions that surged up in Qi Xi for a moment, it also made Lin Lezhi's internal organs turned upside down.

Against the surging emotions in his chest, Lin Lezhi lowered his eyes, his face turned pale. His lowered gaze hid the ripples in his eyes, but it could not hide the huge waves surging in his heart.

Lin Lezhi glanced at Xiao Yihuo in the crowd, only to find that Xiao Yihuo was also looking at him.

There was no time to analyze the emotions in Xiao Yihuo's eyes. The moment their eyes met, he dodged away in an instant as if he had been electrocuted, and the waves in his heart became more and more turbulent.

The voice that had questioned me countless times echoed in my mind again.

Does he really deserve it?

Can he really be greedy?

He pursed his lips tightly, his hands curled up involuntarily, and the emotions in his eyes were murky, as if something dark and shameful was about to overflow from his eyes.

He always tried to avoid and hide these negative emotions, and he had controlled them well, but everything that had happened since he landed on the island.

Any one of them would cause his fortress to shatter inch by inch.

Not from within, but from without.

He was afraid of exposing his true self when he was caught off guard.

The flawed, imperfect, dark, ugly, and greedy self.

Who would like someone like that?

Fortunately, the emotion was only momentary. After letting the emotions surge, he quickly and skillfully suppressed those negative emotions. He breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his clenched palms.

His eyes once again fell on Qi Xi, who was once again filled with sadness because of Wu Sanshan.

He looked at Qi Xi with a slightly dazed look, as if he was looking at his past self. After a moment's pause, he asked softly, "Is that why you discovered that Wu Sanshan is from Huaifeng Village?"

But Qi Xi shook his head. There was sadness in his eyes, full of hesitation and confusion, and he spoke like a sigh.

"Grandpa... is a very strange person..."