Ye Qingyun made a crisp snap of his fingers.
The years immediately started to flow back.
The sun and moon turn back and life starts again!
The small mountain village below has also returned to what it was like a hundred years ago.
"You are just turning back the years, letting these ordinary creatures go through their extremely ordinary decades again, and the final result is still death."
"Meaningless."
The Lord God said calmly, not thinking that Ye Qingyun's move could prove anything.
"Don't worry, take a look first and then talk."
Ye Qingyun had a smile on his face and a look of expectation in his eyes.
"Let's look at it slowly and carefully this time."
"You should be able to see something else."
As he spoke, Ye Qingyun pointed to a certain household in the small mountain village.
This family is a family of three. The father is a farmer who works in the fields, and the mother is a farmer who manages the house. The child is only eight or nine years old, but he has already learned to work in the fields from his father.
Children of eight or nine years old, whose body bones have not yet opened up, are already working in the fields. You can imagine how difficult this life is.
After finishing the morning's work, the child followed his father home with a depressed look on his face. He wanted to complain, but he saw the meals his mother had prepared, including the child's favorite braised pork.
"Wow! I'm eating meat today!"
The child, who was originally depressed and tired, suddenly forgot about the fatigue of working, his depression was swept away, and he became happy.
"Eat quickly. Your father went to the butcher Zhang's house at the entrance of the village to cut it early in the morning. There is still a pot."
"Baby, open your mouth and eat."
The mother smiled as she filled a large bowl of rice for her child and poured a bowl of slightly turbid rice wine for her husband.
The father and mother looked at the child with a mouth full of oil and a big mouthful of meat, with smiles on their faces.
"I still have work to do in the afternoon, eat more!"
"Uh-huh!"
At night, all three members of the family fell asleep after a busy day.
The child, whose legs were aching from exhaustion, was lying on the bed, but his face still showed comfort and happiness.
It seems that I am still savoring the taste of braised pork.
This bowl of braised pork is enough to keep him happy for several days.
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"Do you understand?"
Ye Qingyun turned to the God Lord and asked.
"It's just an ordinary family of three."
The Lord God said calmly.
Ye Qingyun curled his lips.
"It seems you still don't understand, so let's continue reading and look at another one this time."
Ye Qingyun pointed to another household in Xiaoshan Village.
This family is the only butcher in the village. His surname is Zhang. He is the only one in the family. He has no parents and no heirs.
Originally, a daughter-in-law also died of illness early.
He lives alone, raising and killing pigs for a living.
He is usually taciturn and has a somewhat fierce face. In addition, he is a pig butcher, so he usually has few friends. Even the children in the village dare not talk to him.
In the early morning of this day, Butcher Zhang piled fresh pork on the small stall at his door.
People from the village came over early in twos and threes to buy pork.
But no one talked to Butcher Zhang. They all picked the pork, paid the price, and then left.
Butcher Zhang basically said nothing and silently cut meat for the villagers.
Soon, there wasn't much pork left.
Butcher Zhang did not put away the pork, but chopped up all the remaining pork, mixed it with a large pot of leftover rice, and poured it onto a dozen rice bowls and noodles.
I saw Butcher Zhang placing a dozen rice bowls under the eaves, and then shouted to the village.
"Here we go!"
After a while, more than a dozen messy and scrawled puppies of different sizes came flying over.
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"Woof woof woof!!!"
More than a dozen little native dogs surrounded Butcher Zhang, each jumping up and down and wagging their tails, very affectionate.
Butcher Zhang's originally stern face also showed a hint of gentleness.
Touch this and that, and then let them eat the leftovers mixed with pork in the bowl.
The dogs were very obedient and ate the food from their respective bowls in an orderly manner. Obviously, they came here to eat more than once or twice.
Butcher Zhang was sitting on a stone nearby, smoking a cigarette and looking at the puppies with gentle eyes.
For Zhang Tufu, it seems that this is the only time in his bitter life that he can feel a little relieved.
...
"What do you think?"
In mid-air, Ye Qingyun asked the God Lord again.
"What's the point of doing this day after day until you die of old age?"
The Lord God wrote lightly.
"I knew you would say this."
Ye Qingyun smiled.
"Then keep reading, I believe you will understand soon."
I saw Ye Qingyun slightly turning the road of time, and half a year passed.
It’s already the end of the year.
The most prosperous family in the village is headed by a man who is ninety years old and has a family full of children and grandchildren, and many of his children and grandchildren have already left this mountain village and gone to the larger world outside.
On New Year's Eve, the old man sat in front of the gate, looking away at the mountain road.
Although his eyesight was so dim that he couldn't see very far, the old man still tried his best to keep his eyes open.
I just hope to see my descendants come back as soon as possible.
Soon, the old man's descendants came back one after another, and came to kowtow in front of the old man.
"It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back."
The old man was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
The whole family was having a great time, some were talking about their experiences abroad this year, some were complaining about losing money in business, and some were drinking and laughing.
The old man was sitting on the main seat, looking at the whole family with relief.
The year passed and the old man passed away peacefully in his sleep.
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Afterwards, Ye Qingyun and the God Master looked at each house again.
Year by year.
Until a hundred years later, all the familiar people in the mountain village had passed away.
The last one to die was the child who loved to eat braised pork and helped his parents with work when he was young.
When the Lord God looked at the death of the grizzled old man, his eyes, which had always been calm, finally showed a trace of fluctuation.
"You should understand, right?"
Ye Qingyun looked at the God Lord again, this time his tone became serious.
The Lord of God was silent, as if he didn't know what to say.
When Ye Qingyun saw this, he continued to speak on his own.
"As you can see, they are all very ordinary creatures. To use your words, they are like ants."
"In just a hundred years, they have disappeared between heaven and earth. For you and me, their lives are too short. It seems that there is really no need to come to the world."
The Lord of God still did not speak. This was indeed his idea and the reason why he was so indifferent to all sentient beings.
"But you have also seen that no matter whether their lives are short or long, they seem to be able to find the beauty that belongs to them."
"That child, even when he was old, would often recall eating the braised pork cooked by his mother when he was young."
"That butcher, he got sick in middle age, and even when he was dying on the hospital bed, he was still thinking about the dozen or so puppies in the village."
"That old man spent his whole life worrying about his children and grandchildren, but after seeing his children and grandchildren living in harmony and unity, he was able to leave with peace of mind."
"This beauty may be a beloved thing that parents prepared for themselves when they were children, or it may be for their children and grandchildren in old age.
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The house is full."
"Maybe it's the joy and excitement when I see a rainbow after the rain."
"Maybe it's the reward and satisfaction of catching fish."
"Probably a pointless run with my friends."
"Even if you are sitting in a daze in the house when it rains, it is still a kind of beauty."
Speaking of this, Ye Qingyun's whole person seemed to have become different.
"For me, the best memory is when Da Mao and I ran together when Da Mao was very young."
"It runs very fast. It always runs in front of me and then deliberately stops and turns back to wait for me."
"It was the same when we arrived at Fuyun Mountain. Da Mao and I walked leisurely on the mountain road. We walked aimlessly, picked a flower and put it on Da Mao's head. We didn't have any worries or worries."
"That mountain road seems to go on forever."
Scenes from the past flowed through Ye Qingyun's eyes.
And these memories also belong to the Divine Lord.
After all, this is also the memory of the Lord God and Da Mao.
No matter what he becomes, no matter how distant the future is, he will never forget the memories with Da Mao.
He remembered everything clearly.
"You think the birth of life is meaningless, but if you could live again, would you be willing to choose to be born in this world again in order to continue running with Da Mao?"
Ye Qingyun's last question was like spring breeze turning into rain, completely hitting the biggest and deepest weakness in the mind of the God Lord.
What is the meaning of coming to life?
In Ye Qingyun's view, it is to pursue all the beautiful moments that may be experienced in this life.
These are worthy of every life brought into the world.
Ye Qingyun gave the Lord God an answer.
Faced with Ye Qingyun's question, the God Lord also gave his own answer.
His eyes gradually became hazy, and tears fell from his face.
"I would like... to come to this world again."
"As long as I can keep running with Da Mao, I am willing to be born in this world as many times as I want!"
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This chapter has been completed!