[Xin Wei] The old man never dies

Fives,

Many years ago, he once read a book, which said that time is the most just judge for human beings.He thought that at that time, he still had the energy to care about many things outside of him.He is still in the capital, still young, and there is still some room for absurdity.In order to win him over, those extravagant noble children would also let him participate in various boring banquets.He observed those people, but saw a life that he could not understand, nor could he enter.

Alves remembered that he would occasionally stroll in the back alleys of Bajara, where the people were haggard and the prostitutes buzzed around like flies.He avoided the crowd, walked through the city, and stopped in the middle of the square.He saw the robbers and thieves about to be executed, he saw the crows pecking out the eyes of the corpses hanging on the gallows, he saw the river passing around the city, and he saw death take away all the suffering and joy of life.At that time, he still had many questions, waiting for someone to answer them.

Alves was cynical then, contemptuously hostile to his entire world.His father, mother, and the prince who promoted him all became people he looked down upon.He wants to make his own way and refuse to let these people decide where he belongs.In order to achieve this goal, he lived desperately, looking for a place where people could feel at ease.That year, Singold met him at a banquet in the capital, and came over to greet him with a look of anticipation, but he just impatiently refused the other party's approach.At that time, Singold looked no different from other nobles.Like others he has kept out of his walls, with untroubled and innocent souls.

Maybe he shouldn't have been so stubborn then.

Alves realized that he was obsessed with remembering the past again, and he spread out the book in his hand - wrote some history of the past, and some notes he wrote when he was young.Those harsh and sharp viewpoints seem so foreign now.Is that what he used to be?Eager to prove myself to the world...

There was a dull ache in his body again.It seems that one day a certain organ will refuse to work.The forest in Verdan is humid without seeing the sun, and the lakeside is filled with mist all the year round. It is a very suitable place for burying human beings.He had already made up his mind that on the day he was about to die, he would definitely go to the lake and sink himself into the water.No one in this world can find him.

The fire swayed slightly.

The cat lying on Alves' lap was curled up lazily, but this time it suddenly woke up. It jumped off his lap and stared at his back vigilantly.

Alves saw that there was no shadow on the wall illuminated by the firelight.He is here, but not there.

"Why do you pop up like this every time?" he said.But it was hard for him to hide the joy in his voice.

"Then next time I'll tell you the date first, what do you think of this method?"

Singold ignored the bared-toothed cat and came to him.Alves sat still, his eyes still did not leave the book.

"It took me a long time to walk through the forest," said his knight. "Fortunately, there are people in the nearby village who know the location... Otherwise, it would be really difficult to find you. You don't seem happy."

Alves closed the book, turned around and looked at him: "Every time I see you, I think it's the last time."

Singold stood there in a daze, it seemed that the time since the meeting at the seaside was not too long.His appearance didn't change much.

"You said tell me the date next time? What's the matter, do you have any interesting plans?"

"No, it's just... I don't know why, after parting by the sea, I still want to see you. I can't stay here for a long time. Even if I can see you, it's impossible to see you once a day. However, once every two or three months It can still be done... I can control the time precisely. Even if we have to say goodbye, our time can be extended..."

"You..." Alves searched his brains, but couldn't find a word to answer in the end.He nodded blankly. "Well, you'll come anyway, I can't stop you, right?"

"Why do you want to stop me? You seem to need me every time. What you say is not the same as what you think in your heart. You don't know how long I was in pain during the time in the capital. I originally I thought I could let go of things about you by seeing you for the last time, but I still..."

Alves stared at Singold blankly like an idiot.The other party seemed to realize that his emotions were about to lose control, and he was trying to restrain himself.But the sad look in those blue eyes still made his heart palpitate.He thought, Am I really being so obvious?Every farewell, the unwillingness in the heart, following his sight, did he see all of these?

"I'm sorry. You must have walked very hard to come here to meet me." He couldn't get the grim words out.People become weaker and weaker as they get older. "I want to see you too."

Singold told him what had happened.After blowing the sea breeze all night with Alves that day, he finally made a decision based on his heart and ran to the depths of the forest to look for him.Verdan is not as peaceful as it was decades later, full of barbarian bandits and soldiers.Singold broke into the country alone, and came to this vast forest.

Alves pointed out that he had a chance to meet Tia Dora in this area, but Singold said that he did not want to meet her in advance.Alves comforted him a few words, and suddenly felt that something might have changed—Singold should be curious.He himself was relieved for reasons he couldn't explain.

Alves lay back on the bed at his suggestion, and Singold sat beside him, holding his hand.It's still hard for the two of them to actually feel for each other, but it's reassuring to do so.This time they chatted a lot, until Alves fell into a deep sleep, and the delicate temperature remained in his palm.

Singold promised him that Alves would designate the date of his next return, so that he could wait with peace of mind.As long as the two can still see each other, it will always be like this.

The so-called "exile" is also different for the emperor and the common people.There are always people in the nearby villages to take care of Alves' daily life, and he is never short of food and clothing.Except for the emptiness of the nights spent alone, he felt that his life during this time was very leisurely and comfortable.The cat came to his house by itself, and Alves fed it the extra food, but it refused to leave and stayed in the hut to be his companion.It likes to jump on Alves' lap while he's reading, putting extra weight on his knees.

Occasionally, the capital would send letters to inform him about the current situation of the people.These letters have obviously been reviewed multiple times and will not reveal any major national affairs.It will only mention some of the people he cares about.They all live well.

Alves writes to Celis, cryptically hinting at something.Afterwards, the messenger brought him all kinds of information that the king could find.This time-related magic does not seem to have been inherited by Singold's son.No one else in his family has such abilities.As for whether the change of history will cause any problems, no one can answer at all.Maybe the impact wasn't too big, I somehow survived, and the world was running smoothly without collapsing.

Over the next year he read much of it, but kept it secret from Singold.Alves could vaguely find some suspicious traces in some documents, and he guessed that maybe people who have experienced all this will eventually keep this secret.If it is made public, I am afraid that no one in this world can accept that their life is the result of other people's choices.

When they met, he read the letter to Singold and asked him to write something to the child.Singold held back for a long time, and finally he could only say: "Then let him pay attention to his body and have a good rest..."

Alves laughed at him while adding this sentence at the end of the letter: "I have never seen such an irresponsible father."

"I don't know how to face him." Singold was very frank. "Theoretically I 'should' see him more often, but it's always awkward. Neither of us know what to say, and he doesn't seem to need me."

"Then you didn't feel that way when you saw me?" Alves said.

"No." The answer came quickly. "I just want to see you."

"Do you remember our relationship?" How ridiculous.he thinks.

"I know...but things just are out of my control."

"We are all the same," Alves said thoughtfully.Singold raised his eyebrows, completely unable to understand what this sentence meant.

He probably didn't understand that they had the same weakness.