My game even includes ancient times

He Shi blinked, looked at it for a long time, and then reached out and picked up one of them.

It was a simple and unadorned dagger, heavy in the hand, with a dark brown leather scabbard and several neatly wrapped leather cords of the same material as the scabbard around the handle, giving it a very high-quality look.

With one hand holding the scabbard and the other the hilt, He Shi applied a gentle force. After feeling a barely perceptible click of the mechanism, a flash of cold light appeared as the dagger was drawn from its sheath. The blade of the dagger had beautiful, smooth curves and looked extremely sharp.

He Shi looked at it for a while, then sheathed the knife and tucked it into his belt.

He bent down and picked up another one.

This is a small wooden object, covered with a layer of black lacquer, and is roughly the size of a two-headed human figure statue.

Wearing a cone-shaped hat, a black veil covering her face, and dressed in black, she was round and chubby, her entire body wrapped in black, with only her fair hands showing.

Although it looked somewhat comical and cute, unlike a real person, He Shi recognized it at a glance as a statue of a deity.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. He held the statue's two small arms in his fingers, looked it over from all angles, and then carefully placed it on the table.

He Shi stroked the dagger with one hand and rested his chin on the other, carefully examining the statue on the table, somewhat puzzled as to why the gods would give him these two gifts.

A dagger is understandable, it's for self-defense, but this statue...

Could this be a statue of a deity?

So, the gods gave it to me so that I would worship it?

Thinking of this, He Shi quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully to the small statue on the table.

Then, she lifted her clothes, bent her knees, and was about to kneel down decisively.

He Yu, who was secretly observing from the side, quickly coughed.

He Shi stopped moving, turned around abruptly, and saw He Yu leaning against the desk looking at him.

His slightly bent knees straightened instantly, and he spun around abruptly: "When did you arrive?"

Worried that He Shi would feel awkward, He Yu smiled and said, "I just arrived."

In fact, she had been waiting inside for more than half an hour.

“This statue is not my idol.” He Yu walked over, picked up the Q-version statue from the table, turned it around, and handed it to He Shi. “There’s a small mechanism under the conical hat. Press it.”

He Shi took it and ran his index finger along the conical cap. Sure enough, his fingertip touched a small bump.

He pressed it gently.

A light, cheerful melody emanated from the statue in front of him, startling He Shi so much that he nearly dropped it. He quickly caught it in his hand.

He Shi held the magical statue that could play music in his hands and looked at He Yu somewhat helplessly.

He Yu smiled and said, "Listen to this piece; I played it myself."

What? A tune played by a deity?

He Shi's eyes widened slightly. He turned his gaze back to the small statue and listened intently, holding his breath.

This piece is simple and light, played on an instrument that sounds somewhat like a dulcimer, but is clearly not a dulcimer. It is very pleasant to listen to.

The piece was short and finished playing in no time. The small statue paused for a moment, then repeated itself, starting the piece anew.

"If you don't want to listen anymore, just press the same button again and the music will stop."

He Shi nodded and fumbled to turn off the music.

He looked at the statue, then at He Yu, and couldn't help but ask, "Sister, you said you played this piece yourself?"

He Yu nodded and said seriously, "Yes, when I played the music, I used magic to seal the sound inside this statue. Whenever you want to hear it, you just need to press the mechanism."

Hearing that the music could be listened to whenever he wanted, He Shi's eyes lit up: "Are you giving this to me too?"

"Of course."

He Shi carefully held the small statue in his hands: "What's the name of this piece of music?"

He Yu smiled at him and said, "Happy birthday."

He Shi was taken aback, seemingly not expecting a piece of music with such a name, which was not elegant at all.

While he was still thinking about the title of the song, he saw the deity standing in front of him suddenly approach. The deity bent down slightly and gently placed his hands on his shoulders. The black veil hung quietly, facing him at the same height.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle voice, as always, rang out from under the black veil, pinning He Shi to the spot.

She said, "Happy birthday, He Shi."

He Shi stared blankly at the blackness before him.

He was too close. Through the darkness, he could vaguely see a silhouette, a silhouette he had been wanting to uncover, a silhouette he had kept hidden in his heart.

This outline captivated He Shi's attention, so much so that he didn't quite understand what He Yu was saying for a moment.

Seeing that He Shi was just staring blankly at her, He Yu thought he hadn't heard her, so she repeated, "Happy birthday, He Shi."

He Shi seemed to wake from a dream, slowly opening his eyes to look at her: "Me? Birthday?"

He Yu raised a hand and gently pinched the soft flesh on his cheek: "Yes, today is your birthday, the sixth day of the ninth month."

"How did you know...?"

He Shi murmured, "So my birthday is the sixth day of the ninth month..."

The day he was picked up from the snow by the old beggar was October 18th.

The old beggar said that it was the first snow of that winter, and it was falling heavily. He was wrapped in a thin swaddle and lay quietly on the snow, so cold that he couldn't even cry.

The old beggar snatched his life back from the clutches of Yama with a bowl of rice porridge he had begged for. He simply opened his eyes and stared at the old beggar with his large eyes, which were lighter in color than those of ordinary people. His small mouth was slightly open, but he did not make a sound.

For a long time afterward, the old beggar thought he was mute.

"Silly boy, why are you crying?"

He Yu looked at the child staring at her intently, his clear eyes filled with tears, and a tear welled up and slid down his lower eyelashes, leaving a tear stain on his face.

He Yu felt a pang of pain in her heart, and her nose also started to sting.

She bent her index finger and gently wiped away the tears hanging on He Shi's chin, then put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him into her embrace.

He Shi rested his chin on He Yu's shoulder, sniffed, and raised his hand to hug He Yu, turning his face slightly to the side.

The two of them just held each other quietly.

After a long pause, He Shi's voice, thick with a nasal tone, rang in He Yu's ear: "Sister, will you leave me in the future?"

He Yu raised a hand and gently stroked his hair from top to bottom: "Of course not, I will always be with you and celebrate every birthday with you from now on."

He Shi didn't say anything upon hearing this, but silently tightened his arms and hugged He Yu even more tightly.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the ground around their feet and illuminating the dust.

They hugged for a little too long.

He Yu tilted her head slightly, wanting to see if He Shi had accidentally fallen asleep.

Feeling the person holding him move, He Shi opened his eyes, which had been closed, raised his head, and slowly released He Yu.

He Yu, with a slight bent-over posture, pinched his cheek again, then took his hand: "Come on, let's go play."