The morning light blended with the water vapor, and accompanied by a few "Ahoy" sounds occasionally coming from the sea, I saw the young man standing quietly on the stone road, with wisps of smoke lingering between his fingers. After a long time, a piece of paper was printed with "The End of the World"
The postcard with the words was dragged into the clouds by the crow, and its fate was also determined at this moment...
A magic researcher was sitting in a daze on the second floor of the stone tower. The invitation letter in his hand offered a job with a better salary, but the things he had to do every day were really sleepy. He really couldn't figure out such research work.
Who would accept it without hesitation, but due to pressure from his family, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and head to Jackdaw City.
In the numb workplace life, many things can become the flash point of "wanting to quit". Even though I work overtime for more than ten days every month, the work content is all repetitive data statistics.
His own advantages cannot be used to any extent, and promotions and salary increases are based on seniority. In addition, his immediate boss always likes to draw pictures every day, so his happiest time every day is staring at the fish tank in trance, envying the carefreeness of the fish. In a dark city, with cold moonlight, one can read novels and picture books at night, or play the harp, but the next day one still has to go to work in the stone tower outside the palace. Perhaps only those who truly understand that "life is meaningless"
Only people can understand this truth: Why should we think about this problem? In fact, it is meaningless.
Sitting in an empty room, with a flickering cigarette and a vague sigh, I thought of myself a few years ago. There were many resumes in the thick folders, facing the uncertainties.
The weather is rushing back and forth among the four main cities of the Pava Federation. The heels are bruised by the leather boots, and the crowds in the hotel reek of sweat, just to find a satisfactory job and be able to express themselves.
Train yourself.
But now that I think about it, there is nothing in life that a person cannot give up. There is no job that he cannot quit, just like there is no city that he cannot live without, not to mention that he has always had an irrational greed.
Four years of college training passed by in a flash. After graduation, most of his classmates dreamed of working for Jackdaw City, but he yearned even more for the novelties of the goblins. But when there was a huge gap between his own abilities and his actual work, people would...
He would be unbalanced. This feeling became more and more prominent after he easily obtained an invitation letter from a certain Jackdaw City Magic Research Institute.
Marquez stared at the fried bananas and salivated; Hemingway returned to the coast with his fishing rod; Fitzgerald ran from sanatorium to sanatorium with a hangover; Wolfe dreamed of returning to the homeland that no longer existed
; Balzac was lying on the hospital bed staring blankly at the Iron Lady in the rainy night. But all their works obviously have an air of autobiography. They can only heal the creator, or make the reader happy, but they are never anything.
Powerful magic potion.
He stood boredly in the corridor, the smoke from his mouth slowly drifting into the sky. The colleagues who occasionally passed by frowned and were afraid to avoid him. When he felt that his life was like this, an orc in his fifties suddenly
The wizard broke into his world. This was all thanks to the no-smoking regulations, his habit of secretly smoking on the outside porch, and his fluent Orc language.
After two years of getting along, the two of them had nothing to talk about, so they had today's farewell meal. After a few glasses of wine, the high-level magician tentatively asked him if he had any plans to change jobs, because in his eyes
, it is rare to find a young man with outstanding abilities and no worries like him.
"Heestadoesperandoquedijerasestaoracion." (I've been waiting for you to say this). He looked at the wizard with a smile, and the hot pot in front of him was gushing out bursts of steam...
Thirteen days of hard work, covering almost half of the Pawa Federation. More than half a month later, he looked calmly at the Strawberry Bay outside the porthole. The vast Qinhai Sea and the snow-capped peaks seemed to carry him with him.
The breath of the polar region. He doesn't care whether the magician's promise can be fulfilled, nor does he care about the boring job he once had. He just wants to breathe and be in a completely unfamiliar environment.
At the end of the world, in Jackdaw City, the main city of Pava Federation, the streets were crowded, but very clean. The magician sat with him in a carriage and introduced the rules in Jackdaw City. As he spoke, the magician was serious for the first time.
He carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and the slightly joking invitation had now become a reality. This young man with whom he was an inseparable friend had really fulfilled his promise and crossed thousands of miles of coniferous plains to reach the gate of the polar region.<
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The wizard had mixed feelings in his heart, but the boy's eyes were always staring out the window. This was a noisy city, with numerous shops and towering magic towers complementing each other. Stone buildings were located on the Beagle River and the snow-capped mountains.
Between them, a dream-like pattern is formed. Residents and outsiders on the streets mix together, injecting infinite vitality into this otherwise desolate land.
Ten minutes later, the wizard and him arrived outside a noble courtyard. The dark purple two-story wooden house exuded the unique smell of walnut wood. The flowers in front and back of the house were in full bloom, because it was the northern hemisphere at this time.
Summer is full of life, but the air blowing across your face is so cold, as if it is a special welcome etiquette.
Six months later, he had just gotten off work and was walking on Mayip Avenue. He saw shops and stone houses on both sides overlapping each other. When he walked into a tavern in an alley, the fat owner saw that the visitor was a regular customer, and his face changed.
He also put on a smile and pushed a large glass of gin in front of him as usual.
The boy was sipping his wine while reading the day's "The Clarion", and occasionally chatting with the drunkards around him. The chopsticks kept wandering between the spider crab salad and the spicy seal meat, and the olives in the wine glass had also been changed.
Several times. He fell in love with this city that is cool and humid all year round, because he can wear a hooded robe all year round.
After packing a sandwich for breakfast, he got up and walked towards his wooden house. The rhinoceros bay at midnight was extremely gentle, with several stray goats standing on the mountain wall, a strong man cutting wood smelling of alcohol, and cod fish in the sea.
Free play. A certain data correction team was checking the luggage, and a few sighs came from the other end of the sound transmission crystal; at some point, drizzle began to fall in the sky, but the boy who was sleeping soundly in front of the fire didn't care...
....
Before the right person or thing appears, we can only remain lonely, because loneliness is the only antidote for loneliness. Although there are no two identical leaves in this world, there may be two incomplete experiences combined into one
A strong individual.
The fire was crackling, and the boy's mouth smelled of pine nuts. The quill had already absorbed ink and fell on the carpet, staining a small area. When the meteor streaked across the lighthouse, perhaps only the ocean could verify this.
An extremely boring life trajectory.
A postcard with the words "End of the World" printed on it is being held between the fingers of a young man. The green postmark on it is a promise from the Polar Pole.
In the night sky outside the window, thick clouds obscured the stars, as if a frustrated young man was standing in the ice and snow smiling, his robe being blown away.
Regarding youth, let alone being aggrieved and hypocritical, everything turns into silence. Standing at the end of the world is the end of an ordinary story and the beginning of another beautiful fairy tale.