Another World: My life is on the rise!

She seemed to have turned back into the ignorant girl who knew nothing.

When she opened her eyes, she was empty as if she had returned to the time when she was six years old.

She had forgotten a lot of things.

The doctor told her.

She seemed to have lost the ability to speak again.

The bottle of poison almost killed her, and it was an unprecedented miracle that she survived.

But she seemed to still remember him.

She always held his hand blankly, as if she didn't want to separate, just like when he was still very young decades ago, he also held her hand like this and brought the ragged girl from the sunset seashore back to their warm home.

Time seemed to have never changed at all.

Everything was the same as before.

He was still lying on the bamboo chair in front of the door, under the sunshine of the grassland, looking at the figure of the girl holding the lamb and playing in the flock.

She would still wake up beside him.

Just like countless days and nights ago, she always held her doll and stood quietly in front of his bed at night, wanting to get a hug.

But.

He also felt the call from time more and more.

So that afternoon, in front of the door of their hut, he made a bamboo whistle for her and hung it on her chest.

He told her.

If grandpa didn't wake up one day, he would blow the whistle. As long as he heard the whistle, he would wake up again to accompany her.

She was very obedient.

She nodded ignorantly just like that time.

And this might be the last comfort he could get in his old age. He tried not to let himself leave this world, even if it was just one more day or one more moment.

So during that time.

He would wake up every morning with the whistle. Even if he really wanted to sleep a little longer, he would close his eyes and stretch out his hand, and that slender hand would hold him, hug his chest and act coquettishly in his arms silently.

It seemed that the whistle.

It also became the echo of his life.

Several times when he thought he was finally about to usher in the end of his life, he would return to this familiar world again in the sound of the whistle.

It seemed that everything was finally getting better.

One morning, when he opened his old eyes again, he saw the girl who was watching over his bed and blinking at him. She seemed to have finally remembered something, and she seemed to have finally recovered a little bit, and began to turn back into the girl he was familiar with.

She called him ignorantly.

"Brother."

...

The summer sun was still so dazzling, and he was even older. Countless dandelions were flying in the sea of ​​flowers in the sunlight. He still looked at the girl sitting in the sea of ​​flowers in the distance with relief and tenderness in his turbid eyes as before, watching the breeze blowing her long hair, watching her raise her head and breathe hard in the fragrance.

He no longer thought about eternity, nor did he think about the possible departure one day.

Maybe there really was not much time left.

But as long as he could live every day of the present, he felt that this was the greatest happiness for him.

He closed his eyes at that moment with a smile on his face.

The sea of ​​flowers swayed.

But that moment seemed to be destined. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the scene that seemed to be frozen in time, the sea of ​​flowers that no longer swayed, and even the sunlight in the sky seemed to become so unreal at that moment.

He was stunned.

And in that unreality, he saw a translucent gentleman in ancient medieval clothes appearing in front of him out of thin air.

The wind seemed to sway again at that moment.

The figure leaned on a cane and appeared in front of him like a dream, looking at his old face with a complicated expression.

At that moment.

He seemed to have seen that figure in a lost past.

Very familiar.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say his name, and he was so old that he couldn't stand up.

He looked at him for a long time and was silent for a long time.

So long that it seemed like the end of time.

He said to him.

"Lin En, you let yourself get lost."

The voice was full of complex and countless inaudible emotions. He seemed to have known him for a long time. He knew his name. His haggard eyes seemed to have known him in his previous life. It was like a complex expression of emotions like a family.

"I know you, don't I?"

"Of course you know me, you just forgot that you have fallen into the deepest part of the Lost Sea and you are lost in this dream."

"Dream?"

"Yes, all this is just an illusion you created in her subconscious with psychic power. In order to ensure the reality of the dream, you fell all the way. If I hadn't found you, maybe soon, you would really die of old age in this dream."

"I don't understand."

"It's okay, I have re-established the anchor point for you, you are no longer falling, as long as you leave the Lost Sea with me, those lost memories and cognitions will come back little by little, and you will remember everything you have lost."

On the bamboo chair, Lin En's old eyes looked at him turbidly.

The breeze was blowing on his face.

The figure looked at him with complicated feelings, like the god of death who was about to take him away.

Finally he moved.

His old fingers pointed little by little to the other side of the grassland, pointing to the vague distant back of the girl.

"my wife……"

But the figure didn't speak, and the look in his eyes became more complicated and painful.

"You have done everything you can, Lynn, and you have given her a perfect life in this dream, but a dream is a dream after all, and as long as it is a dream, there will be a day when you wake up. Enough condolences and compensation have been made.”

"But the past cannot be changed. The moment she realizes this is a dream, those old memories will come flooding back."

"I know you don't want to let go."

"But you have done enough, Lynn, just let her stay in the deep sea. Just like you said, as long as this past life is completely separated from the current doll lady, the doll The young lady will definitely be able to open her eyes at the last moment.”

Linn was silent and didn't speak.

But he stood up.

Little by little, he leaned on crutches and stood up from the bamboo chair. His old eyes looked like they had every time he faced those jackals who wanted to hurt her. It was as if he was young again. Just like the strong Linn back then, like the high wall that always stood by her side to protect her from harm, it stood up again.

He was leaning on a cane, but he was looking at the figure with a stooped look.

"I won't let you hurt her."

He took out the revolver from his pocket.

At that last moment of aging, he turned his revolver decisively and hard towards that figure.

"Even if I'm old."

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ps: It’s Christmas, so I might have to take some time off...