The sad wails followed the wind, echoed in the mountains, wandered among the clouds, and lingered in the night sky in Hikono for a long time, unwilling to leave.
The huge body looked so bleak at the moment, and the ferocious face looked so pitiful at the moment. At this time, Obik was no longer a terrifying monster or a hateful destroyer, but a pitiful man who had lost his home.
People.
Horii and Shinjo, who were struggling, stopped in place, looking at the monster wailing at the moon with dull eyes. Shinjo said in an extremely incredible tone: "It's weird...he is actually..."
"Because...he has no home." Dagu said next to him, his voice was very low, and his mood was a little depressed. Having lost his parents and left his familiar home since he was a child, he felt the same for Obik.
Diga stood in front of Obik with his hands lowered, looking at Obik who was making sad sounds. Obik was deliberately hit by the vampire butler's 'flame', hoping to vent his inner unwillingness and resentment.
.
Just like a person walking in the rain and getting drunk with wine, he is just using the heavy rain to cover up his unstoppable tears and using alcohol to speak extremely sober words.
The village of the past will never come back.
No one needs to explain this truth. Obik knows it better than anyone else. He has watched the dilapidated small village turn into a prosperous city, watched familiar people leave the village, watched strangers come to Yanye, and watched
The silent mountain village is engulfed by modern electric light.
The home in my memory no longer exists. Even if the city is destroyed, it will never come back.
Knowing this, Obik feels extremely sad and painful. What he hates is not the wanton expansion of the city and the people occupying the countryside, but the helpless and unstoppable passage of time. Children will eventually grow up.
You will leave the familiar village and friends, and the village will not remain the same, it will eventually change.
The children are growing up day by day, and the times are advancing little by little. Only Obik stays in the past, that dilapidated small village with a creek, lotus root pond and watchtower, those enthusiastic and simple villagers, in Obik
In Ke's Hikono Village, there is no coldness, no indifference, and everyone is enthusiastic. Instead, there are many high-rise buildings, but even the neighbors don't know who they are.
Obik is an earth-bound spirit, and what binds him is actually himself. He binds himself to Hikono with thoughts and memories.
Amid Obik's screams, Diga slowly raised his arms and placed them flat in front of him, causing the colorful timer on his chest to shine with dazzling light, brighter than the bright moon in the sky, and then his hands
The arms move upward, drawing a beautiful arc, and overlap at the forehead crystal.
The diamond-shaped crystal blooms with golden light, which converges with the energy accumulated in the right palm, transforming into a colorful rainbow light, and then pushes forward with both palms together, releasing a rainbow foam-like beam that flows slowly p>
With his arms flat in front of him, the colorful timer immediately burst into dazzling light, and then his arms drew an arc upward, so that his hands were folded on the crystal on his forehead. The rhombus crystal bloomed with golden light, and the gathered energy was converted
In the color of a rainbow, he pushed his hands together and pushed forward, releasing a rainbow foam-like beam of light from his palms, flowing to Obik like a star river on the ground, wrapping it up.
Wisps of blood-red 'flame' surged out of Obik's body, and were then annihilated by the colorful light. With the injection of purifying light waves from the full moon, Obik's whine became deeper and deeper, and the energy output stopped in Diga.
By now, it was so weak that I couldn’t hear it anymore.
Obik, who was surrounded by wisps of colorful light, raised his head and looked at Diga, looking at the brightly lit city, with tall buildings, shining lights, and thousands of
Humanity... This is the city of mankind, and it is also the dark night of mankind.
The village that belongs to him, the night that belongs to him, is gone and will not come back.
Obik lowered his head, his body glowing with colorful light shrank rapidly, and disappeared among the mountains in the blink of an eye. Diga opposite him also raised his arms and crossed them in front of him, his whole body glowing with golden light.
, turned into countless light particles and scattered, looking like fireflies all over the sky, like a dream.
Sand! Sand!
The sound of footsteps stepping on the fallen leaves sounded. Obik, who was sitting on the boulder, did not look back. He still looked at the city down the mountain dreamily and said: "You said everyone still remembers me, can you let me take a look?"<
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Chiba Cheng walked to Obik, sat down, and handed Obik a notebook that could be bought everywhere. They sat silently under the stars together, looking at the city below the mountain in silence.
Listening to the chirping of insects in the grass, the sound of turning paper can occasionally be heard.
Obik read very slowly, taking a long time to turn a page. He also read very carefully, reading the memories of the old people and the memories of the young people word by word.
Some of them live in Yanye, and some have left Yanye long ago. Their identities, ages, and living environments are all different, but what they have in common is the emotion for the village where they lived when they were children.
Even though the villages at that time were dilapidated, the roads were muddy, and life was not rich, they were so carefree. You could play with a stick or a piece of mud for a long time. Every road and every tree left silver.
The bell-like laughter, how happy I was at that time, I didn’t know what sadness was.
Even if you have been away from your hometown for a long time, even if your hometown is very different, even if you don’t recognize many people after returning home, even if you haven’t seen each other for a long time, you will still remember the road you walked, the tree you climbed, and the memories you traveled.
The river we crossed, the house we lived in, and the friends we played with but haven’t seen for a long time.
The longer I stay away from home, the farther I go, the more I miss the old house in my hometown. Even though the house is dilapidated, even though the house has been demolished long ago, when I dream back at midnight, I look at the lights outside.
Looking at the brightly lit road and the shadowy tall buildings in the distance, I want to go back to that old house, that dilapidated but peaceful little village, and my carefree childhood.
Although we have left our hometown, we will always remember our hometown in our hearts. Our hometown will always be there, but our hometown only exists in our memory.
In fact, everyone is Obik. They hate cold and strange cities, but they have to live in the city. They are unable to prevent the disappearance of their hometown. They can only miss the past villages, past people, and past selves in their hearts. The old village will never come back, and the old self will stay there forever.
Only when you are alone at night will you shed your disguise and shed tears called nostalgia, which is the last phantom of the village in the past.