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It turns out that God’s heart can also become numb.
All things in the world cannot escape from the two words of love and reason, love and hate, emotions and desires, or self-denial and discipline. Even the most devout believers who kneel before God still have desires in their hearts. Within the ever-changing framework of human nature, Among the scenes of tragic comedy, the actors have been replaced one after another, and the essence has not changed. After watching it for a long time, you will naturally get tired of it.
By the time I realized this, it was already too late. The initial curiosity and interest slowly faded away, leaving only a sense of responsibility. I didn’t realize this until my sense of responsibility couldn’t hide the coldness and boredom in my heart.
I realized what kind of loneliness and helplessness was hidden behind the wisdom of the previous generation of Moon Gods, whom everyone praised for his thorough understanding of the world.
Realize the numb loneliness that comes when a person is at the end of his tether.
Suddenly, I thought, how could the previous generation of Moon God, who understood the principles of the world, fall into the battle of original sin? Although that battle was tragic, it was ultimately caused by the world's excessively chaotic and inflated desires. It was impossible for the previous generation of Moon Gods not to see this, and it was even less possible for them to fly into the flames even though they knew it, leading to their demise. .
A moth flies into a flame...can you say?
Gods cannot commit suicide. Gods who choose to kill themselves are worse than those devils who have fallen into hell.
I seemed to understand something, and then I felt huge hesitation and fear. Am I now stepping on the path that the previous generation of Moon Gods walked?
Could it be that one day, I will also...
Such thoughts gradually spread and engulfed my heart, making me panic all day long. I was not afraid of death. What I was afraid of was turning into a walking corpse. I couldn't seek death, and life was worse than death.
In the end, I chose what the previous generation Luna loved to do the most.
Sleeping.
Only by falling into a long deep sleep can we forget this uneasiness and fear. Perhaps, one day, when he wakes up, he will find the answer to the problem, or... he will be able to usher in the second battle of original sin that will free him.
The laurel tree is my favorite place to rest and sleep. This place does not belong to the deserted and lonely high heaven, nor does it belong to the turbid world full of desires. It is somewhere between the two, as if it is the midpoint between heaven and earth. The power of balance that can make you relax.
Perhaps in a place like this, my numb heart can be slowly washed in the clear spring and regain some vitality.
Then, there was a long, long sleep.
Until—the soul-shaking voice that changed everything sounded from under the tree.
The numb heart that has read all about the warmth and coldness of human beings, joys, angers, sorrows, and joys can no longer make the slightest fluctuation in simple things such as beauty and ugliness, good and bad. Only things that transcend them and directly shock the soul can cause a slight fluctuation. It has nothing to do with it. Beauty, ugliness, good and bad.
Of course, if one were to judge not by his own standards but by the standards of the world, if the tastes of the world had not changed drastically during the long period of time he had been asleep, the voice would indeed be... very bad, quite bad.
I thought to myself as I quietly stared at the boy who appeared under the laurel tree, playing the accordion and singing.
How did he get in here? It shouldn't be possible.
This question may be important, but it may also be irrelevant. At least, I quickly thought of something else.
As long as he didn't show up, it would be impossible for the young man to discover him. After he left, he would probably never be able to find his way back here. To him, this was just an insignificant episode in his long sleep. For young people, it may be regarded as a dream that is both true and false.
Just like two strangers, there is a one-in-a-million chance of meeting each other countless times in life, and they just pass each other by.
But what if he showed up? What will happen?
After reading countless hearts in the world, I suddenly felt confused and... long-lost curiosity, why, why is this happening? Is it because the protagonist of this story is myself?
Perhaps, this might be the opportunity that he has been waiting for.
She quietly watched the young man finish singing, fell asleep when he was tired from singing, and then quietly waited for him to wake up.
Then, with an uncontrollable unfamiliar restlessness and desire...
"Who are you?"
The memories of each other were perfectly connected when this sentence sounded, and then overlapped together without any error. The dreams they had during the journey were all replayed in their minds at this moment, and they had sounds.
"Who are you?" The young man was startled and looked up. With that startling glance, he seemed to see the bright moon rising on the laurel tree. The three pairs of looming white wings were intertwined with the green leaves, like a sea of life and moonlight.
Even after seeing such an astonishing scene, the young man still felt confident and had the spirit of making rapid progress.
"This is my resting place." The clear and melodious voice continued to come from the tree. Only then did the young man realize that the voice was so pleasant that it made him have the urge to worship.
However, you can't lose, this is the spiritual refuge that you have finally found!
The boy was like a little tiger that had been intruded into his territory by others. The tension and anger in his heart made him shake off what he saw in his eyes and what he heard in his ears. He immediately jumped up and shouted angrily at the tree crown. shouted.
"Nonsense, I didn't see anyone in the tree when I came here just now. I was the one who found this place first, and I was the one who occupied this place first. I was the one who came here first, and I was the one who came here first!"
"The music you played and the song you sang just now is very special."
"Eh, really? Do you really think so?" The young man's feelings were like the weather in June, changing at a moment's notice. One moment, he was extremely angry because his territory was occupied, and the next moment, he immediately became angry. Become a surprise.
"Well, it's very special, I won't lie."
"Great, I finally found it. I didn't expect to find it here. This must be God's guidance, it must be!" There was no falsehood in the voice, and the young man immediately cheered, and even cried with joy and embarrassment. He wiped the corners of his eyes carefully, showing a childish and pretending to be mature attitude.
"Hmm, since you are the only one who knows how to appreciate my art, I will allow you to be on my territory."
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