Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

When Wu Hen pushed open the heavy wooden door of the courtyard,

A warm current mixed with the aroma of food and charcoal fire instantly hit his face, dispelling all the wind, snow and coldness on his body.

The yard was brightly lit and bustling with people, completely different from the quiet and snowy world outside the door.

"Hurry, hurry, the fire over there is getting low, add some charcoal!"

"Has anyone seen the soy sauce? I just put it here!"

"Hahaha, look at the dumplings you made, they look like ingots, so ugly!"

The sounds of laughter, the clatter of spatulas, and the dull "thump thump" of kitchen knives chopping stuffing interweave into a symphony called "New Year".

Wu Hen stood at the door, watching the bustle.

The frost on his face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years seemed to melt a little, and a smile appeared on his face that he himself was not aware of.

This feeling is called a sense of belonging, strange, but damn warm.

"Brother Wu Hen, you're back!" A crisp voice sounded.

Li Zhenzhen was holding a snow-white cat and poked her head out of the kitchen.

There was a little flour on the tip of his nose, which looked a little funny.

The white cat in her arms meowed, glanced at Wu Hen lazily with its emerald green pupils, and then buried its head again.

Wu Hen walked over, rubbed Li Zhenzhen's hair, and tapped the white cat's forehead.

"Fang Mo is still so lazy."

"No!"

Li Zhenzhen immediately protected the cat in her arms and went to Wu Hen and asked in a low voice,

"Brother Wu Hen, how was the mission? Did you get hurt? Was that place... dangerous?"

Her words were full of concern and dependence that could not be concealed.

Wu Hen's eyes softened, and he said softly, "It's just a small scene, it's all resolved. Don't worry, I'm here."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a power that was extremely convincing.

Li Zhenzhen's tense face relaxed immediately and she nodded heavily.

He went back to the kitchen with the cat in his arms, still muttering, "Xiao Mo, did you hear that? Brother Wu Hen said it was okay, and I said he was the best!"

Just then, the gate was knocked again.

Everyone was stunned. Li Zhenzhen was the closest and ran to open the door.

Standing at the door was a young man who looked a little embarrassed. It was Chen Han.

"Chen...Chen Han?" Li Zhenzhen was a little surprised.

Chen Han was standing at the door with two gift boxes in his hands, feeling a little helpless.

"Um... Minister Shao asked me to come, saying, that we should all celebrate the New Year together and have a lively time."

He looked at the group of familiar yet unfamiliar people in the yard, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

This is the core courtyard of the "mystery", a place he has always longed for but dared not approach.

"Now that you're here, why are you standing there like an idiot? Come in and help!"

Wu Hen's voice came from behind him, and a hand was placed on his shoulder.

He gently pushed him into the yard and said, "That's perfect. We need a fireman over there."

Wu Hen's attitude was natural, as if Chen Han was one of them.

This active acceptance instantly relaxed Chen Han's tense nerves.

He said "Oh" and was swept up by the crowd. He was confusedly arranged in front of the stove and began to add firewood clumsily.

As the night deepens, preparations for the New Year’s Eve dinner are coming to an end.

Wu Hen brought two cups of hot tea, walked to Chen Han who was sitting in a daze on the corridor, and handed him one.

"Thank you." Chen Han took the teacup, and the warmth spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body.

"Are you still thinking about what Minister Shao said?" Wu Hen leaned against the pillar and took a sip of tea.

Chen Han was silent for a moment, nodded, and said in a low voice: "Wu Hen, I feel confused sometimes."

"Who are we, exactly? What is the position of 'mystery'? What is the purpose of everything we do?"

His words were full of the confusion and uncertainty about the future that are unique to young people.

Wu Hen did not answer directly, but looked up at the people in the yard who were making dumplings, laughing and playing together.

He asked in return, "So that they can be like now, making dumplings here in peace and having a noisy New Year."

"Is this reason enough?"

Chen Han was startled and followed his gaze, and those lively smiling faces came into view.

He seemed to understand, but also seemed even more confused.

"When will Uncle Shao come back? If he doesn't come back soon, we'll eat all the dumplings!"

Li Zhenzhen's innocent voice broke the silence of the corridor.

Chen Han came back to his senses and replied with a smile: "Minister Shao said he would come over after he finished the last bit of work on hand, so it should be soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the last bit of light in the sky completely sank into the horizon.

The smile on Wu Hen's face froze at this moment.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes piercing through the courtyard wall like a sharp sword, looking in a distant direction.

The originally relaxed atmosphere seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. The air suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it made people's hearts palpitate.

Almost at the same time, in the quiet alley outside the courtyard gate.

Shao Pingge's hand, which was about to push the door, stopped in mid-air, and the encrypted phone in his pocket vibrated rapidly.

He walked aside and answered the phone.

"Minister!" Zuo Qing's anxious voice came from the other end of the line.

"The highest level of disturbance has occurred at the border defense line. The situation is urgent. You must go there in person!"

Shao Pingge's eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife. "When?"

"Now! Immediately! The special plane is waiting for you!"

Shao Pingge hung up the phone and looked up at the wooden door that was close at hand.

Warm light shone through the crack in the door, and laughter could be faintly heard from inside.

I can even imagine the faces waiting for his return.

His tall body stood in the wind and snow for a long time, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

In the end, he did not push open the door, but just took a deep look at it.

Then he turned around resolutely and walked to the other end of the alley.

No goodbyes, no explanations.

The howling wind and snow soon swallowed up his lonely and resolute figure, as if he had never appeared.

Just when Shao Pingge's figure was about to disappear in the end of the snowstorm,

The gate of the courtyard house that he had been staring at for a long time made a slight creaking sound and opened a crack silently.

Wu Hen stood alone inside the door, his figure stretched out by the light inside.

He did not step out of the door, but just looked at the disappearing figure through the snow and wind.

In a voice that only the two of them could understand, he spoke softly:

"Have a safe trip."

In the wind and snow, Shao Pingge's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He stood there frozen, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

After a full few seconds, he slowly and with great difficulty turned his head.

Their eyes met in the dim street lights and the falling snow.

No words, no questions, no answers.

it is more than words.

The snow fell even harder, as if to completely freeze all the sounds in the world.

All that remains is this silent, tacit farewell.