First Player

190 years old.

Since the end of the age of immortals, Su Ming'an has realized the uncontrollability of human beings. Once the gods do not control it, there will be such horrific things as wars between immortals and demons, and corpses floating thousands of miles away.

After the new counting method began, he became the guardian of mankind from the first year of the old days. He gave mankind the plow, water mill and animal husbandry technology, and personally taught them how to maintain peace.

In order to repay the gods, people decided to offer human sacrifices. During the beating of gongs and drums, the unlucky child named Xiaosi was selected and sent into a cave.

While waiting anxiously, she heard a clear voice:

"...What sacrifices were sent this time? Fruits, vegetables...why are they people?"

Su Mingan was covered with a black cloak and stood quietly in the sunshine outside the cave.

"I don't need a sacrifice. You can go back." He said calmly, waving her to leave.

"...Wait a minute." Xiao Si timidly shouted: "I am a sacrifice for you. Even if I go back, they will kill me."

She heard the gods sighing.

"...Human beings' fantasies about gods have always been prone to greed and unbridled direction. When they know that they desire too much, they will not stop their desire, but try to exchange it for more money... "

Xiaosi blinked, somewhat confused.

Seeing that the god was easy to talk to, Xiaosi couldn't help but express the long-buried questions:

"Lord God, my tribe is no different from other tribes. Those big tribes offer better sacrifices to you. Why do you never pay attention to those big tribes, but instead wander outside our tribe many times? What are you observing? ?”

She had seen very early on that Lord God often wandered outside the tribe.

Su Ming'an was silent for a while and asked: "Xiao Yue of your tribe...are you living well?"

"My aunt? She is a strong warrior in the tribe, and many people like her... She even taught me to play the leaf flute." Xiao Si took out a leaf flute from her arms and played it to the gods.

Su Mingan heard it, this was... the tune of "Pillow Fairy Tale". Xiao Yue didn't remember who she was, but she remembered this song.

"It seems that you care about her very much. If you ask the clan to ask her to become a divine attendant, the elders will definitely be happy." Xiaosi said.

"Forget it about the Divine Attendant, she should be free and independent and not tied to me." Su Mingan said.

Xiao Si vaguely heard that the god seemed to be familiar with his aunt, but his aunt was just an ordinary tribesman, so why did they know each other?

From then on, she stayed with the god. The god spent most of his time in the cave, standing there all day long, looking at the mountains and stacks of smoke from the distance. The only thing she had to do was to play the leaf flute for the god while he was standing there.

The days passed like this.

Rice transplanting technology, iron plows, ox plowing, waterwheels, papermaking... Human progress is getting faster and faster. With the help of gods, civilization is moving forward like a rocket. As iron tools gradually became popular in their hands, the competition for prey, the division of farmland, the adjudication of coins, and the ownership of salt... Conflicts among humans emerged day by day, and deaths and injuries increased day by day.

God never interferes in human wars. No matter who dies, He will look at it with indifference.

Xiao Si grew up from an eight-year-old girl to an adult. She had never seen the true face of a god. Not to mention that the god is motionless most of the time, as if all the time has passed by opening and closing his eyelids.

When she was eighteen years old, Xiao Si prepared a song that she was most satisfied with, but received a faint sentence from Him: "Go back to the tribe."

Xiao Si opened her eyes wide.

"I kept you here because you were too young and would easily die of disease even if you went back. Now, you can go back. I have told the clan leader in advance." The god's voice was always clear and cold.

She wanted to stay, but God disappeared without leaving any trace, as if He had never stood here for ten years.

Xiao Si knelt on the ground, feeling empty in her heart, as if a large piece had been dug out.

"Lord God...Lord God...don't leave me...don't leave..." She cried all night long, with flames of war and smoke lingering in the distance, and no one responded to her cry.

Her feelings should be admiration, which is admiration for the omnipotent gods, but her heart felt like tearing.

After returning to the tribe, she quickly integrated into normal life. But she often returns to the cave, knowing that it is impossible, but she also hopes that the gods can come back. But not once.

In the past year 201, Xiao Si accidentally saw the gods.

The god stood in front of the tomb on the mountain behind the tribe, his shadow stretched very long. Although he was a powerful god, she felt the loneliness spreading across her body.

"...What a coincidence, are you also here to pay homage to my aunt?" Xiao Si held the flowers and walked over softly: "I have said goodbye to you since I became an adult, and I haven't seen you for seven or eight years..."

At this moment, the moonlight shone across their faces, and she unexpectedly saw that the god's face was not covered by a veil, revealing a young and delicate face, with slightly red eyes.

It is not like the statues of gods enshrined by the tribe, with perfect angular proportions and bulging muscles, but rather like the young men in the tribe.

"...I should have started research on antibiotics earlier." The god looked at the stone tablet and whispered: "But antibiotics are still too early for you, too early. It is not suitable to appear now..."

Xiaosi's aunt Xiao Yue died of an infection during a war. She was once the most heroic warrior of the tribe, which is a pity.

"What are antibiotics...?" Xiao Nian thought about this completely unfamiliar word.

The god shook his head and left under the moonlight.

Xiaosi knew that the next time he met Him by chance would be many years later, and that he would probably never see Him again in his lifetime.

"Lord God!" she called to Him.

The gods did not look back.

She quickly shouted: "...I'm getting married."

The god stopped and looked at her quietly.

"I have no idea about getting married. Everyone in the tribe has to get married. Except for the privileges of warriors like my aunt, everyone is the same." Xiao Si whispered: "The other party is a person from a distant tribe... I don't even After seeing his portrait, I want to spend a lifetime with him. I don’t know what my future will be like, whether it will be happiness or misfortune, whether it will be a long life or a short life..."

The gods remained silent, like a wisp of white snow. He seems to have seen too many such things.

"Before I was sacrificed at the age of eight, I had not lived a single day for myself." Xiao Si tugged at the corner of his clothes: "But, Lord God, the ten years I spent with you in the cave... were my... happiest time. I know, It's impossible for your eyes to stay on a little person like me. Protecting me for ten years is already your tenderness. So...I want to say..."

She slowly lowered her head:

"thank you."

"Thank you for looking at this world."

"Thank you for protecting us mortals."

"Thank you...for your tenderness toward us. You are obviously a god, but you can pay attention to everyone's pain...Thank you."

The god didn't respond.

He just looked at the moonlight in the distance without even giving Xiao Si a look.

Xiaosi waited for a long time, but didn't get a look from him.

...Really, the gods probably don’t care about me.

Xiaosi smiled bitterly.

...There are hundreds of millions of people in God's eyes, how could he care about her, a young girl? It would be great if she could express her gratitude...

That's it, this is the last one...

Just when Xiao Si thought He was about to leave, He slowly spoke.

The voice was as clear and clear as the first time we met:

…

"In the future that I can foresee... you will be very happy, playing the piano and playing the piano together for a lifetime. You respect his wishes, and he respects your wishes. Except when you were forty, you had a quarrel about the future. No big worries.”

“You will live a long life, protected from the ravages of war and premature disease.”

"Among the five people, your destiny line is a very happy one. Xiaosi."

"You will be happy... don't be afraid, don't be anxious."

Xiaosi opened her eyes wide.

Her heart was pounding, and she almost wanted to cry.

When he raised his head again, the figure of the god was gone.

Under the moonlight, a bouquet of pansies lay on the tombstone, its petals still wet with fresh dew.

She clasped her hands together, knelt on the ground, and played the leaf flute alone towards the invisible distance. Regardless of whether He could hear it or not, it was like a farewell that needed no words.

The gods are wise, omnipotent, and responsive to all requests.

She expressed her confusion.

——He responded to her confusion.

God...

God.

…

In the old year 213, the conflicts between slave owners and landlords outweighed tribal disputes, and collectives based on tribes gradually turned into cities.

The end of primitive times.