Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The phone was still buzzing, and you can imagine that my mother still had a long and unpleasant speech. After pressing the red hang up button three times in a row, I fell down on the sofa in a daze, a little fluffy thing.

He jumped up nimbly and curled up next to my thigh.

I pinched its armpits and raised it in front of me. It didn't resist at all, and its two brass-colored round eyes showed the confusion of a demented person.

I remembered my mother's sarcastic remarks just now: "Is it possible that you expect that big raccoon dog you raised to become a spirit to repay you? It won't become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China!"

"Quickly, show me someone else." I said to it, "Then teach me how to cook, mop the floor and clean the table. In short, you will provide me with care when I am 70 or 80 years old, do you understand?"

It still looked at me with a dazed look. I sighed, put it on my lap, and scratched its chin.

"Forget it, let me take care of you until you die."

Luck may follow a kind of conservation law. Although I failed to find a girlfriend with whom we are inseparable and close to each other, I met a beautiful, cute, smart and sensible cat.

I met it one night after evening self-study. This little thing was so small that I could lift it with one hand, and howled downstairs with a broken gong voice - but the appearance and the sound were completely inversely proportional.

It can be called "Zhou Xun among cats". It is a black tabby cat, wearing four white gloves and a white saliva pocket on its chest. It has long hair and looks like a little lion at first glance, with round yellow eyes.

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I used a piece of corn sausage to bring it home. After posting a notice for two days and confirming that it was an ownerless stray cat, I named it Zhima. Zhima is a good kid and he won’t drink from the toilet.

of water, won’t push the cup off the table, won’t urinate everywhere, and won’t bite the succulents I raise. If I really have to pick a fault, it’s probably that cats like to lick people. Cats have prickly tongues and lick people.

It's like Gua Sha, every time it comes close to me, I feel pain and happiness.

The next day was Sunday, and I brought sesame paste to the eggs as scheduled. While waiting outside the operating room, I felt a familiar dizziness. The signature pen at the reception desk slipped off the table without anyone touching it.

The chandelier above the head swayed twice, and the quartz clock on the wall fell off its nails and hit the ground with a clang - all of this signaled the arrival of the earthquake.

My eyelids twitched, and I turned on my phone to see. A shocking magnitude 8 earthquake had occurred in the next province. The mountains and rivers were shattered, and there were heavy casualties. I was thankful but also frightened.

Although the earthquake did not cause much damage to the city where I was because it was too far away, I still decided to tell my mother that she was safe - since my father passed away, we would talk to each other about everything we encountered, like drug dealers.

The child disguises the *** as a sticker, the trafficker will abduct the woman in the name of catching the mistress, the student will record the teacher's slightly harsher words out of context and post it on the Internet... In short, if we feel that this matter will make our lives better

If there is a shadow, even if there is only one in 10,000 chance, we will talk to each other.

My mother didn't answer, and a gentle female voice reminded me to call again later.

….

I didn't pay much attention at the time, because my mother went to the beach for vacation with her high school classmates five days ago. They were probably playing in the water on the crowded beach, so it was strange that I didn't hear her for a while.

That night, I read the news about the "Mount Fuji eruption" again. It was said that the volcanic ash flew hundreds of miles and seriously affected the surrounding towns. The more I read, the more frightened I became - although I don't have a good impression of little Japan, this natural disaster brought The damage was too serious. The strangest thing is that the Exploration Bureau had not discovered any abnormalities before this, otherwise it would have organized an evacuation long ago, and so many people would not have died!

But for those things that are thousands of miles away, people often marvel at them and then stop caring, and then continue to busy themselves with the things at hand, and I have to go to home visits - it is the third year of junior high school, and they are very worried about their children. When I failed to get into a key high school, I often hoped that my class teacher would give me one or two constructive suggestions. Some of the more serious students would write down what I said in a notebook. I even had the illusion that I was dictating martial arts secrets.

After saying goodbye to the students and parents and returning to the teacher's apartment, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when I suddenly realized that my mother hadn't called me back yet.

The Elizabethan ring was tumbling in the air - five hours had passed before it gave up taking the thing off its neck.

Are they having too much fun? Are they busy eating a seafood dinner or chatting animatedly?

I turned on my computer, took out my transcript, and prepared for tomorrow's monthly exam score analysis meeting. After putting the things I needed for work into my briefcase, I went to bed.

At five o'clock in the morning, an unfamiliar number called. I subconsciously thought it was a harassing call. But the numbers of harassing calls usually have a "remark that they have been blocked by xx people", but this number did not, so I finally pressed Pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Meng Bemeng?" came the voice of a strange man on the other side.

"It's me." I tensed my body in the darkness and asked warily, "Who are you?"

"I am the police of xx city. A huge tsunami occurred at nine o'clock last night. The famous scenic spot Conch Bay was severely damaged. Local residents and tourists suffered heavy casualties." The person on the other end seemed to sigh, and then said: "Your My mother, Ms. Lu... is unfortunate... please... I'm extremely sorry..."

What is he talking about? I am like a computer that has crashed, refusing to receive, refuse to run, and refuse to think. It seems that as long as I don't think about it in detail, this thing never happened.

This isn't true, right?

In my confusion, the first thought that came to my mind was denial. What kind of tsunami could destroy a conch bay? That was a large town! Isn't this too nonsense?

I didn't know when the phone was hung up. I opened it with stiff fingers and entered the three words "Conch Bay". A series of shocking news popped up under it, shattering my illusions.

I'm the only one left.

I realized this fact in the oppressive darkness.

A series of natural disasters were the prelude to the destruction of the old civilization, and "Meng Bai"'s life had come to an abrupt end to some extent.

The candle burned quietly amidst the statement. Amon would ask a few questions at first, but then he just looked at me without saying a word. He was unusually quiet today.

….

"It's really boring," I said. "After all, it's a story about ordinary people."

"You know I don't think so." He glanced at me angrily, as if he was offended, but his eyebrows drooped slightly.

"You wouldn't be upset if I didn't ask this question."

"Is it obvious?"

"It's not obvious, but I know it."

"Don't worry, don't worry." I motioned him to sit closer and patted the back of his hand. "I'm sad because I laughed for it from the bottom of my heart. I'm resentful because I had sincere expectations...

No matter which one it is, I'm glad that I still have feelings."

It's not much, but fortunately there is.

The sky has not yet lightened up, and the Requiem Festival has not yet ended.

"Come with me to a place." I stood up, "Go to a place that is suitable for today."

The school headquarters has an endless corridor with portraits on both sides of the wall. Every Requiem Day, there are particularly many members of the school who visit here. Most of them hold candlesticks or oil lamps and stop at a painting for a long time.

In front of me, my eyes were full of nostalgia. I had no intention of disturbing them. I turned into an ordinary bard of the Third Age and walked in quietly with Amon.

Compared with current oil paintings, these portraits are more vivid and lively. The characters in them will smile and frown, rain will fall from their hair, sunlight will flow on their skin, and some will even make gestures.

Simple actions and postures such as watering flowers, turning pages of books, and writing vigorously - compared with real people, they are undoubtedly monotonous, but as the dead who are no longer alive, this level has greatly satisfied the living.

Missing me, I saw a "fighting scholar" girl shed tears. There was an unsmiling man sitting in the picture frame in front of her.

"This is the 'Memory Corridor,'" I explained in a low voice. "There is a secret technique in the school that can imprint a person in one's memory on the drawing paper. As long as spirituality is injected regularly, the protagonist of the portrait can remain fresh.

status."

Along the way, I saw a lot of familiar paintings, and I also found the ones I wanted to see.

Five-year-old Yelena is sitting on the carpet building blocks, and the colorful castle is crumbling.

Yelena, who was in her twenties, waved to me in the silvery sky, and breathed out white breath from her mouth.

Yelena, who was in her sixties, was sitting in a rocking chair and taking a nap. The sun shone on the white hair in her red hair, which was extremely dazzling.

I injected some spirituality into it to make her look more alive. I thought it would be great if the people I love and the people who love me could live to the end of their lives like this.

"Compared with her father, she is not that annoying." Amon said, "But I didn't like her for a long time."

His tone sounded awkward, like a picky child saying "I just don't like carrots."

I held back my laughter and asked, "Why?"

"You teach her to read words, tell her stories, show her the various plants in the garden, and let her climb trees to pick fruits and fish in ponds..." Amon paused slightly, "It's like being a friend.

Even the children you entrusted to me can be loved and cared for by you. In other words, being cared for by you is not a rare thing, and the person you care for is not special either."

….

I see, the key word is "special".

"Don't worry." I patted His face, "Even if there are eleven thousand one hundred and eleven fathers who leave their children to me in the future, you will still be unique in the world, unique and unique.

That one, okay?”

Some things may seem embarrassing, but as long as you don't be embarrassed, others will be the ones who are embarrassed. I understood this truth very early, but it took me a long time to practice it.

"As long as you don't raise a child to become addicted."

He muttered something and straightened his monocle, which was not crooked at all. I didn't see through the shyness shown at that moment, but I regretted why I couldn't freeze this moment.

We continued walking forward, and finally stopped between a young woman combing her hair and an old woman shaking a spinning wheel. I stretched out my hand between the two portraits. The dark wall disappeared, a dark road appeared, and the people around

We were still immersed in the memory of our relatives and friends, and no one noticed us.

"I'm back."

Just like those quiet years before I was nineteen years old, I said briskly to the darkness, and the lights gradually turned on, illuminating the paintings on the wall. I will come back here every year on this day, but bring others with me.

For the first time, I quietly observed Amon's reaction and found that he had been attracted by a painting.

Following his gaze, a man was writing calligraphy with a calm expression and his words were like a swimming dragon.

"You look so much like him."

"A lot of people say that."

I walked to the painting and let him compare it. Amon looked at us seriously for a while and said seriously: "When you read or write, you should be more like him - in terms of appearance, you are more like her."

"

He raised his chin, and I looked at the woman who was holding a laptop, crossing her legs, thinking deeply, and frowning slightly - every time she showed this expression, nine out of ten times there was a complicated K-line chart on the screen.

, she should be wondering whether to sell the stock immediately or wait two days.

Amon looked at me and then at her, and finally came to the conclusion: "The shapes of your eyes and noses are exactly the same."

"Very few people mention this."

We walked among the paintings of different sizes. Sometimes my father would stare deeply in thought, using a pencil to outline the doubtful points on the work materials. Sometimes he would take a nap wrapped in his nightgown, his eyes almost sliding down the bridge of his nose without any help.

At the dining table, he peeled beans one by one, and threw the pods into the trash can at his feet. Sometimes he held up his mobile phone and patted a sparrow sitting on a branch... In my impression, his

His expression is always calm, which doesn't mean he won't get angry, but when he gets angry, it won't be as earth-shattering as a volcano erupting, and he rarely even curses.

My mother sometimes does stretching exercises on the yoga mat, which is a new hobby she developed after I went to college. Sometimes she admires her newly made nails under the light. In order to keep those beautiful colors and shiny beads longer, she

She purposely bought a dishwasher, and sometimes she would be on the phone with a subordinate who was not doing things quickly, and her eyebrows would almost fly to the sky. Sometimes she would put on a facial mask and close her eyes on the sofa to relax. But every dry winter, she would

The frequency of applying facial masks will be significantly increased... In my memory, she is a very strong and resolute woman. Even if I didn't say it, Amon could see it.

….

Because she is vigorous and resolute, she will never tolerate slacking off. Even during the winter and summer vacations, I never get up after eight o'clock, nor sleep after eleven o'clock, nor do I have the opportunity to eat those foods with a lot of sugar and oil.

, a lot of salty stuff - at least until the age of eighteen.

Although my father always felt that she had too high demands on me academically, he reached a consensus with her in terms of living habits. At that time, I felt that I was really frustrated compared with my peers, but fortunately they did not indulge me too much.

, because healthy living habits really benefit a lifetime.

Looking at my mother's angry eyebrows, I laughed out loud for some reason, and Amon asked me what I was laughing at.

"Actually, I've always been a little afraid of her."

"oh?"

"Then I suddenly remembered that the last thing she said to me was to tell me to get married as soon as possible without any further delay." I said with a complicated mood: "If she knew that not only did I not marry a beautiful, virtuous, and sensible person,

My wife, who knows how to run the house, is getting together with the son of an elder who is like a brother and a father, and has the gift of reincarnation. I'm afraid she's going to break my legs."

"Does mythical creatures have a clear gender distinction? I just become the Mona Lisa."

"I know, but that's not the problem." I got closer, close enough to see clearly His eyelashes of the same color as his eyes, "That image is very beautiful and will definitely amaze her, but when you listen to what I say, stay with me

When you bought candles, when you spent long nights with me, when we went to places abandoned by God from time to time over the years... when you did various things with me, you were not like that."

"Even if I get scolded like crazy, even if a leg is broken, I still want my mother to know what the person who has been through so many things with me looks like, and what kind of facial features make me feel at ease.

"

"Then I will tell her that even if I don't do what she expects, I will still be fine, so she shouldn't worry too much."

Even if civilization collapses and my homeland is gone, I will not be alone.

This is what I want to tell her, tell her and my father.

But they could no longer hear me, and I had nowhere to say anything.

In the end, I don’t know who leaned towards whom first.

A small piece of warm touch fell on the center of my eyebrows like a dragonfly, and slowly moved across my forehead, bridge of nose, cheeks, and corners of lips. It was so light that it seemed like it was afraid of bursting the bubble.

./hariot