First Player

It’s been 38 years since the Heavenly Generation.

On the eaves, Su Lin looked at the airship rising in the distance.

Colorful cloths were hung all over the streets and alleys, like fluttering flags, and the Queen stood on a high platform in the city, holding the church's hymns.

"Xiao Lin, why are you sitting here again?" Jiang Yin sat over with a cup of Teni tea: "Look... the ship is rising higher and higher, and it is very close to the city in the sky. In the past eight years, we have But I saw it built bit by bit with my own eyes. Every plank, every rivet... is inseparable from our contribution and is the hope of the entire kingdom."

Su Lin didn't look, he didn't want to see what was destined to happen.

People's prayers and chants flowed all night long, fishermen put down their nets, tailors stopped sewing, and almost everyone was looking forward to it.

"...Speaking of." Jiang Yin lowered his head and shook the bun on the back of his head: "You have lived in my house for eight years."

He's such a weirdo.

In the past eight years, he either wandered the streets or sat on the eaves and listened to stories in teahouses.

The location where they were sitting had long been changed from the third floor to the fifth floor. The cloth shop continues to expand, and even Jiang Yin has grown to be in his thirties, with some signs of age appearing on his face. but he……

It hasn't changed.

Jiang Yin stared at him. His appearance has not changed at all, and he still retains the same stunning look as when he first saw him eight years ago.

But she is inevitably falling into time.

Last night, Jiang Yin wanted to confess to him for the forty-eighth time. She stood alone in the room and encouraged herself: "Come on, Jiang Yin, you can do it... It has been eight years, and I can't express myself every time. This time... You must express your feelings, and you cannot hesitate any longer..."

But when she finally made up her mind...she suddenly looked up and looked in the mirror.

She thought about the gossip her neighbors were talking about.

[I’m already thirty and I’m still not married. I guess I won’t be able to find anything good in the future. 】

[Don’t pick on others while you are young, or you will be picked on when you are old. 】

[Why isn’t Boss Jiang married yet? What's the use of having so much money? If you don't get married, your life will definitely be unhappy. 】

[She is no longer a little girl... no one likes her at all. 】

…

This is just her own wish... She likes that person from the moment they meet, from the first words they say, from the first look in their eyes... she likes him. It doesn't matter whether she gets married or not, she just wants to speak her mind boldly.

...Yes, go ahead and say it.

Go ahead and talk, Jiang Yin.

"……What are you looking at?"

Jiang Yin came back to her senses and found that Su Lin had opened her eyes, and those gilded eyes were like a pool of broken light.

Her lips moved slightly, and looking at these eyes, she felt dazed for a moment, as if she saw a statue of a god standing in the church, or a candlelight fluttering under the colorful window... It was a kind of divine feeling. indifferent.

In the distance, the airship has risen deep into the clouds. People's carols flowed like a river. The moonlight flowed over their shoulders, from her trembling lips, from her beating heart, and into his golden eyes.

And he looked back at her indifferently, as if he might pull away from this silent gaze at any time.

...Jiang Yin, Jiang Yin.

She put her right hand to her heart and felt the throbbing that had lasted for eight years.

...You can't run away anymore. If you continue to escape...it will really be a lifetime.

She could more or less guess why his appearance didn't change. Maybe, he is the legendary siren. Maybe...he is the god in the sky. In comparison, her lifespan is a drop in the ocean. If you don't speak again...

At this moment, she felt that she had finally done the bravest thing in her life.

Abandoning the teachings in my heart, risking blasphemous thoughts, and spoke——

"Su Lin." Her voice was extremely trembling: "I like-"

No matter what your identity is, no matter who you are... no matter what, this is my deepest thought at the moment, and I want to say it out.

Su Lin's eyes moved slightly.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a firework bloomed in the sky.

“Papa—!!!”

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of hundreds of fireworks exploding. The bright colors in the sky were crowded together, and the sound of firecrackers instantly overwhelmed Jiang Yin's voice. Only her slightly moving lips could be seen, but nothing could be heard.

Under the brilliant light, with her back to the light, her face was hidden in the shadows, with only a few strands of light floating in her hair.

——The airship is returning.

The crew found that the celestial city could not be approached at all, so they had no choice but to return. At the moment after midnight, the Light Ceremony arrives and fireworks are set off all over the city.

It wasn't until the fireworks dimmed that Su Lin spoke and hesitated: "What did you just say?"

The corners of Jiang Yin's mouth twitched, and her eyes slid to the ground, trembling.

Soon, she raised her head, touched the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and smiled at him. It was an ordinary smile: "No, I didn't say anything, haha... I didn't say anything..."

"Well... please continue to live here from now on. I like you very much..."

Her voice trembled, and she wanted to stop there, but her tongue was involved in the sound, and she continued to speak as if nothing had happened:

"Tea of..."

Big tears suddenly flowed down her cheeks.

She didn't know why she was crying.

But when she looked at his face that had remained unchanged all year round, she suddenly understood that perhaps, there would never be an answer to this request.

She is thirty this year.

And he still looks like he's twenty.

She must be forty, fifty, sixty... her hair is gray, her face is wrinkled, her steps are hobbling, she is so old that she is sick all over... He still looks like he is twenty.

So, forget it.

Jiang Yin, run away for the rest of your life.

You can't let a twenty-year-old boy take you to the grave when you're too old to be a mess.

"I remembered that we haven't taken stock yet... I'll leave first." Jiang Yin jumped off the rope ladder, her bun swaying, and the makeup on her face was in a mess.

Su Lin watched quietly until her fleeing figure was obscured in the night.

He suddenly found a glass bottle left on the eaves.

It was a glass bottle he saw in a morning market... which looked very similar to the bottle of aged rice wine, with daisies tied on the bottle's mouth. His eyes lingered on it for a while, but he didn't buy it. That is the past that cannot be touched. Even if you buy a similar one, it no longer has meaning.

Time has accumulated and turned into bitter wine, and he is the only one who thinks about it again and again.

But he didn't expect... Jiang Yin had been observing him. After he left, she secretly turned back and bought the glass bottle that he had glanced at several times.

...Is this what she originally planned to give him tonight?

Su Lin picked up the glass bottle. The daisies were blooming, exuding the fragrance of flowers. She just thought he liked it, so she wanted to give it to him. She would never... never know the meaning of this glass bottle. She would never know why he was attracted to this ordinary glass bottle.

...That was a look at each other after ten thousand years. It is one of the few sincerities in the long history of gods.

Sigh that only a moment in life is like a drop in the ocean.

Summer insects cannot talk about the ice, and well frogs cannot talk about the sea.

He lowered his eyelids and put away the glass bottle.

Thousands of rays of light fell from the fireworks and fell into his eyes.

…

In the 45th year since the last generation, there have been 781 more peach blossom trees in the world.

The godfather once said that he liked peach trees and the wine made from peach blossoms. Over the years, Su Mingan would plant a peach tree wherever he went, as if the godfather had come to visit the peach tree.

Fifteen years have passed since the first peach tree was planted. After being stimulated by the talisman and seal, it was already full of fruits. He sealed the wine jar made from peach blossoms under the tree. If the ship comes again one day, it can be opened.

Most of the peach blossom wine, he would tilt his wrist and sprinkle it under the tree, and the clear wine would slide down, as if he was paying tribute in a distant direction.

"Ming'an, who are you paying homage to?" Yueyue asked.

"Godfather." Su Mingan lowered his eyelids, the intoxicating fragrance lingering. The cross necklace still hung on his chest, always retaining its cold touch.

Yueyue's eyes widened for a while, her mouth opened, and after a long while, she slowly said: "Do you... have a godfather by your side?"

"Um."

"It's like I've never seen it before."

"You've seen it... you've seen it."

After pouring the wine, Su Mingan went to Wang Mingming's hometown. He remembered that Wang Mingming liked flowers, Han Han liked painting, and Jiang Xiaoshan liked plush toys. They are all very ordinary people, but he will remember them.

He bought a lot of flower seeds and planted them at Wang Mingming's former hometown. Soon, it became a famous city of flowers. People didn't know which kind person planted so many flowers. People say that this should be the handiwork of gods.

He sent the painting tools he collected to Hanhan's hometown after his reincarnation. People discovered the painting tools that had been delivered to their doorsteps. The artist, who was originally suffering from poverty, finally had a chance to show off his skills. That city, because of this magical thing, gradually became a city where artists gathered.

He asked flying birds to deliver stuffed toys to Jiang Xiaoshan. On that day, people in the entire Changgang City saw a legendary sight - snow-white birds lined up in several rows to deliver stuffed toys, like a dreamlike painting.

He did many things.

To fulfill the last wish of the deceased that...he had no time to fulfill.

He has not forgotten them.

Fifty years later, they drove the "Lighthouse" back to their country, loaded with treasures from all over the world.

The queen, who was already showing her age, walked onto the dock tremblingly, holding her scepter. Just like decades ago, she welcomed back her young captain.

The captain wore a veil, but the exposed skin showed no trace of wear and tear from time.

The queen's blond hair had begun to turn white, and a few strands of snowy hair were floating beside her ears. She stared at the captain for a long time, as if she had seen him eternity.

"...May the gods bless you, and may the angels of the ocean bless you." The queen greeted the captain who had been at sea for more than ten years according to the ceremony. Her palms were trembling, and she could no longer hold the medal given to him.

A white hand held her palm. Through the veil, the queen seemed to see a pair of black eyes that remained unchanged all year round. She vaguely realized that after decades, the captain was still so young.

In fact, she had already noticed his unchanging years. But she did not force him to reveal the secret of immortality. Because she vaguely guessed in her heart...this immortal person cannot be a human being, it can only be...

Lord God.

"I brought back abundant treasures to the kingdom, as well as the location of the sea monsters. They are currently very friendly. If Her Majesty the Queen is interested, send a ship to find them." Su Ming'an retracted his hand.

The queen took off her crown and responded, with Su Mingan's figure deeply reflected in her eyes.

He looked beyond the docks to greet his residents.

... Just like when he bid farewell to his voyage, the streets were still crowded with colorful clothes. Young girls and boys enthusiastically threw flowers and called his name to welcome him back.

Just like before, it seemed like nothing had changed.

But at this moment, the young girl is no longer the girl of the past, and the young man is no longer the boy of the past.

The lady from the tailor shop on East Street was the most enthusiastic when she bid farewell to the captain. However, she could no longer be seen in the crowd at this moment. As the awning boat cut across the river, he saw that the once bustling tailor shop on the street had become covered with dust at some point. The aunt who always sat in front of the shop to solicit customers did not know where she went, leaving only a rusty sewing machine behind.

The young man on West Street, the one who shouted the loudest, once wished Su Mingan a safe journey. At that time, the young man still had light in his eyes. At this moment, he was sitting on the street smoking a dry cigarette, and his ears were being pulled by an old lady. Shivering, he took out the pills from his arms and poured them into his mouth, still coughing.

The girl on North Street shyly threw the glass bottle into Su Mingan's hand. At this time, she was already the mother of two children. Her skin was tanned, and her body lost the elf-like aura. She dragged her sun-drenched and heavy fish basket and carried her newly weaned child home step by step.

The awning boat sailed forward. It was still a similar scene, but it was no longer the same generation.

There will always be young faces, but faces will not stay young forever.

Su Mingan looked at Yueyue beside her. Her black hair had some white silk in it.

In order to prevent Duying from blocking his last body, his real body was stored in the Holy City before traveling through time. He is now using a bionic body created for him by the gods, which cannot display his full strength, but the advantage is safety. Even if he dies unexpectedly, his consciousness can return to the Holy City.

The body's appearance remains unchanged, but it will still age internally. When a hundred years are approaching, he will need to change to a bionic body.

Under the floating ribbons, Yueyue sighed.