Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"You are so kind to the little crow, and those who don't know it think he is the baby you gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy."

This was said by Medici. He is indeed a provocateur at the level of the King of Angels. People who can make people angry just by saying anything want to give him a big mouth, coupled with his sitting posture and teasing with his feet up on the coffee table.

The ultimate smile - the degree of need for beatings has increased ten times.

For a moment, I really wanted to throw the newly developed medicinal liquid into his toilet and let him experience the surprise of waking up and finding that the toilet was clogged. However, considering the poor local ecology and the innocent people around him,

People, I regretfully gave up on this idea, and then gave him the magic of "Rapunzel" - since then, "baldness", a nightmare of middle-aged men, has completely stayed away from Medici, it's his hair

It's a bit like "the wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows it again". From a distance, it looks like a bright red Sadako.

"Sadako" spent a whole day and night dragging her long hair, which looked as if she was bleeding. I heard that she was hooked, hung, and pulled to the scalp no less than thirty times.

In fact, I know that Medici just wanted to express the question "Do you need to be so good to him?", but the hunter who doesn't speak well deserves to be punished.

A person's feelings are limited, and the feelings of a mythical creature are even more limited. It is indeed a rare thing to show great patience and care to a being who is neither a relative nor a stranger. But as for Medici's question, I can

explain.

After being induced by Amanisis to remember the fact that "the old civilization has been destroyed", my feelings as "Meng Bai" suddenly lost their place. I didn't know what to place my trust in either my parents or my friends.

Where. When Alex revealed to me the news that "I can't go back" earlier, I thought they were living well in another time and space that I couldn't see, hear, or touch - even though my

Disappearance will cause many people to worry, but they also have people they love and lives they love. I will only become a small regret and express my feelings occasionally after dinner.

The only thing I'm worried about is my parents. While I'm looking forward to them having another child to fill my vacancy and to provide for them until the end of their lives, I'm also worried that they don't have that much time and energy to raise another child, and at my mother's age

Giving birth is still quite dangerous - it's better to adopt a child, but if you really want to adopt, don't meet the kind of little white-eyed wolf who becomes ruthless when his wings become stiff.

But the so-called "another time and space" does not exist, and all my worries have become a joke. "Meng Bai"'s feelings are like duckweeds floating in nowhere, and I feel like a lonely ghost.

, I could only write history to pass the time, feeling confused all day long...until a little crow climbed onto the table and tried to feed me with all kinds of food, stuffing the sweet, sweet, bitter and spicy stuff back into this superficial body. I was a little surprised, it turned out that he was

Know what I like to eat.

Love is a very mysterious thing, even more mysterious than fate.

There is a story in our school. Two music students worked together to prepare for the final exam. They had never met before and had very different personalities. However, after a concert, they inexplicably became good brothers who talked about everything.

In "La Traviata", no matter how much gold, silver and jewelry the Counts and Viscounts gave to her, Margaret always looked indifferent, but Armand shed tears to show her illness, and she instantly fell in love with him.

He did.

….

In the past, I was willing to love and protect Amon, largely because of Alex's entrustment. Although he is really a scumbag sometimes, I don't like to go back on my word, but after that "feeding", my heart that was just for display changed.

Suddenly I took a twitch and realized what I wanted.

I want a container, a container that can put those redundant and complicated feelings of "Meng Bai" that can be called "love" for the time being.

Since the people I love and the people who love me have disappeared, then I will love other existences, love a little crow who is not related to me, love a group of travelers trapped in the desert, love a group of snow-capped mountains living with ice and snow.

People, as long as they give me a little trust and admiration, I can regard them as a container for my feelings with peace of mind, just like a dandelion wandering in the wind that has found the soil.

Among the thousands of vessels, Amon is undoubtedly the one closest to me, and I pour the most into Him. History, inventions, writings, interesting things I encountered when I was a human being, various histories

The cultural customs of the previous country... He accepted everything with curiosity and joy like a sponge absorbing water. Occasionally, when he encounters things that I don't want to reveal, such as Chinese, he will have a little emotion, but I don't blame him. After all, "

The phenomenon of "the less you get, the more you want" is quite common.

"Since His capacity is so great, it doesn't hurt to reveal more." With this thought in mind, I decided to tell "Meng Bai" some things about myself when I was a human.

After leaving the memorial site for God's abandoned remnants, we returned to the place we tentatively called "home". One carved candle was lit and placed on the table, and the other was placed on the museum shelf for decoration. The craftsman was

After the carving is completed, a layer of glaze is applied to give it a glass-like smooth texture.

"Of course, listening to everything related to 'Meng Bai' comes at a price."

"What price?"

"Remind me when I forget who I am."

"But your memory has always been very good."

Amon looked at me with inquiring eyes, trying to figure out why I said that. Ever since the "Redemption Rose" incident, he has been in a state that seems careless, but is actually extremely sensitive.

"It's not a matter of memory," I said, "it's the unpredictable fate that always changes people beyond recognition."

The life of "Meng Bai" is definitely not as long as mythical creatures and high-sequence extraordinary beings, but it is still nearly thirty years. If you look closely, there are many things to say - when he was young, he had a fight with a kid in kindergarten, when he was in school

Which teacher punished me for standing, which family member passed away, and which student's parents solemnly thanked me.

For a moment, I didn’t know where to start, so I simply let Him ask and I would answer.

"When the chief was speaking, who did you think of?" Amon asked the first question, and he probably held it back for a long time.

"My mother."

"Where is your father?"

"The circumstances of their death were different, and my mentality was also different."

After he took me out of the rock crevice after eating the extraordinary characteristics, in order to stabilize my mental state, Alex sealed me so that I could maintain the divinity of "Sequence 3" and have a certain ability to protect myself.

, but does not rely much on the level of anchor points, and at the same time puts a lock on my memory. What I carry in my mind are the memories before the age of nineteen, and the memories after the age of nineteen are locked up by Him - He uses

From the perspective of a professional psychiatrist, my mentality at this node is the most positive and uplifting, which is most conducive to consolidating my mental state.

….

He was right. At that time, I entered the university of my choice with great ambition, thinking, "I must do well from the beginning of my four years in university." In addition, I chose a major that I liked, so I learned all the subjects.

I am diligent and always rush to sit in the first row during class. Teachers from all subjects recognize me. Among them, the teacher of "History of English Literature" is the most familiar to me. I often ask him for advice on sentences that cannot be broken down in the original English works.

Became friends with him.

At that time, I thought I could be called diligent, but I was not so "diligent" in everything. The top scorer in my dormitory was running around in various competitions as a volunteer in order to get more points when applying for scholarships.

When I was serving and running for student union cadres, I would rather form a group with the drama lovers I met online to watch the recording of the musical, or find someone in the communication group who was also idle to play badminton, or go to a cafe outside the school to touch it.

A few sleek and sleek cats.

All in all, if you combine work and rest, you don’t have to worry about daily necessities, and you don’t realize that life is short.

But fate is always unreasonable, and it did not let this peaceful life last too long.

One afternoon, I picked up my phone during a break from playing badminton and found that there were many calls from my mother. When I was about to call back, a text message popped up——

"Something happened to your dad."

When Alex blocked the memory, he used this text message as the basis. He made my memory stop twelve hours before I received this text message. At that time, I was lying on the bed and falling asleep as usual.

"What happened?" Amon asked.

"There was a woman who committed suicide by jumping off a building. He happened to be passing by and was crushed to death." I know.

He said in a very cold tone, "She should find an open place."

"What kind of person is he?"

After a moment of silence, Amon asked again.

A person with many friends.

In my memory, there are always many uncles, uncles, uncles and aunts around my father who I may or may not be able to name. Some are pen pals with whom he practices calligraphy, some are seniors who have given him guidance at work, and some are friends he made while traveling.

Innkeepers, civil servants, bankers, doctors, writers, teachers... It's not strange for a person to know many people. What's strange is that he seems extremely warm and friendly when dealing with everyone. He can chat for an hour.

This is something I have never learned. In social gatherings in the empire, I wanted to slip away after less than ten minutes.

At his funeral, there was an endless stream of people. They expressed regret and described the accident as "a sudden disaster." Many of them were my father's colleagues. They all said that he was an upright and competent person.

.

Integrity, competence, responsibility, enthusiasm, helpfulness...

I listened to the people who came to express their condolences and expressed their impressions of my father. I nodded mechanically like clockwork. What came to my mind was the image of him teaching me how to hold a brush. He taught me how to write the most basic "

"Horizontal", he took the trouble to say: "Silkworm head and swallow tail," "lower on the left and higher on the right", "start the pen lightly and close the pen heavily". A monk - he was also someone my father knew during his lifetime, while knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras, he chanted

In his "Diamond Sutra", I recited my writing tips, silkworm head and swallow tail, lower left side and higher right side, starting and closing the pen lightly... the cycle goes on and on, just like another set of scriptures.

….

There are many things a father teaches his son, but on that night of the wake, all I thought about was that he taught me how to write "horizontal". I got angry because I couldn't write it as beautifully as he did, so he wrapped his big hands around me and trembled.

His little hand led me to feel the strength of the pen - strangely speaking, the paper was as muddy just now, making it difficult for me to move forward, but now it became as smooth as a marble floor.

Two years later, I passed the three-stroke examination very smoothly. While other students were still struggling to draw the strokes, I had already completed the payment and handed in the paper.

There will always be regrets, big or small, in life, but as long as I aim to "do everything he taught me well," the dull pain caused by regrets will fade away.

Life had to go on, and ten years later, my mother met another man who also lost his spouse due to an accident. He was much younger than her mother, and he had a son who was in elementary school. Perhaps because they shared the same illness, they dated for a while.

Later, we started living together. Although I didn't hold the old concept of "mother must remain a widow for the rest of her life", I always felt that this person had too many thoughts and was not tolerant enough. I had to wait and see.

But every time I tentatively talked about it with my mother, she would teach me something else.

Amon asked cooperatively: "What's the matter?"

Thoth said sadly: "Get married."

Although the national policy at the time was "late marriage and late childbearing," it was extremely abnormal for a 29-year-old young man to not even have a girlfriend. She once wondered if there was something wrong with me.

Before guessing the direction of the horror, I quickly declared that I had a girlfriend.

There were only two. One was a month before my father passed away. I didn’t have much contact with her after my father passed away, so she took the opportunity to break up peacefully after politely expressing my condolences, and then fell in love with a handsome guy from the liberal arts college.

The other one was an exchange student who we met in our senior year. After she returned, we had a long-distance relationship. But as we all know, it is unlikely that a long-distance relationship will work out. At that time, I was also busy preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. When I came to my senses, she had already put it into perspective.

I deleted it.

I admit that I was wrong for not wishing her a happy holiday on Valentine's Day, but why do good Chinese people celebrate foreign festivals? I also ordered flowers for her on Chinese Valentine's Day.

"No more?"

She asked me on the phone. Even if she didn't open the phone, I could still imagine her expression of hatred.

"No more." I added, "I don't have that kind of worldly desire now."

My mother sneered. Whenever I tried to say something emotional to her, she would ask some practical questions.

"If you don't get married and have children, no one will give them to you.

What should you do to take care of yourself in old age?" She asked with all her face, "Should we hire a caregiver? Today's caregivers are terrible! There was news two days ago that a caregiver suffocated an old man to death!"

"Well……"

"Or do you expect that big raccoon dog you raised to become a spirit? Don't be kidding, it won't become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China!"

"I……"

"Haven't you met one or two female colleagues who can develop a bit? Let's get angry!"

"Mom, we don't have office romances now and I have to prepare for classes and fail."

I hung up the phone at lightning speed. At that time, I did not think that this would be the last conversation between me and her.

./hariot