"Did I tell you to try to keep Xiaoxiao away from these things?" Shen Yinuo was a little angry.
Of course Su Wanxia remembered it, but he never felt that Xiaoxiao was some kind of threat to them. The birth of this child made the entire camp full of hope, and Su Wanxia even saw the future in him.
"Sorry, but I can't believe Yan Sichen's words." Su Wanxia also knew why Shen Yinuo was angry.
The reason for all this comes down to that night shortly after the child was born.
Shen Yinuo saw that Su Wanxia was so stubborn and didn't want to argue with him. She made a decision.
"Okay, I respect your intention, but I am the mother of this child, and I have the obligation to teach him to grow up healthily." After saying that, Shen Yinuo left with Xiaoxiao.
Xiaoxiao remained silent during the whole process, but one could see deep disappointment from his expression.
Su Wanxia wanted to keep Xiaoxiao, but he couldn't find a reason after much thought, so he could only watch Xiaoxiao being taken away by Shen Yinuo.
From then on, Su Wanxia did not see Xiaoxiao again for a long time.
And he himself was obsessed with Chinese classical myths and legends, and gradually became disinterested in them.
But one night, the camp displayed the time as 23:22 pm on August 9, 13th year of the New Era.
In her sleep, Su Wanxia was awakened by a sudden sound.
He always slept very lightly, so Su Wanxia would wake up at the slightest disturbance.
Following the sound to the corner of the camp library, Su Wanxia saw a small figure.
Turning on the light, Su Wanxia was stunned.
"Xiaoxiao? Why are you here?"
Xiaoxiao was startled. He turned to look at Su Wanxia in horror. Then he threw the book away and threw himself into Su Wanxia's arms and cried: "Uncle, I have been having nightmares recently, very terrible nightmares! I'm scared. !I can not sleep!"
"Nightmare? Oh! Don't be afraid! Uncle is here." Su Wanxia hugged Xiaoxiao tightly in her arms and waited until he calmed down.
Su Wanxia was really surprised that this child suddenly came to the library in the middle of the night.
He took Xiaoxiao back to his room, poured Xiaoxiao a cup of hot cocoa, and then asked with concern: "Why did you come to me alone? Where is your mother?"
"I can't wake her up... This has happened more than once..."
"Huh? Can't wake her up? Wait, when did this start?" Su Wanxia became nervous when she heard this, and she hurriedly contacted Chu Xiaoming.
"Hey, Xiaoming? Are you asleep?"
Chu Xiaoming, who was still tinkering with the fish tank, put down his tools and said, "No, what's the matter?"
"Go and have a look at Yi Nuo. She seems to be sick."
"Hey? Oh oh oh, I'll go right away."
After hanging up the communication, Su Wanxia looked at Shen Xiaofan and said, "Xiaoxiao, what were you looking for in the library just now?"
"The Dead Sea Document." Xiaoxiao didn't hide it, or in other words, he didn't realize that he should hide it.
Su Wanxia was shocked when she heard this and thought to herself: 'How could this child know that book?'
"What book?" Su Wanxia thought she heard wrongly.
"The Dead Sea Script, uncle, have you heard of this book?"
Of course Su Wanxia had heard of it, and he had been studying ancient theology over the years. Slowly, he began to realize that all these documents and ancient books involving ancient theology were mostly related to the Dead Sea Script.
"I've heard of it, but you...how old are you? How do you know this book?"
When Shen Xiaofan heard this, he showed a bitter smile that was completely unsuitable for a child of his age. He shook his head and said: "Uncle... maybe in your opinion, I am still just a child, but in fact, starting from me In the first nightmare, my soul seemed to be separated from my body, so... I actually experienced a lot more than what you see, so can you understand what I mean?"
Su Wanxia was stunned. He understood, but he didn't want to accept the truth told by Shen Xiaofan.
"An old soul trapped in a young body? This seems to be a plot of "Inception", right?" Su Wanxia made an analogy, which was somewhat ridiculing.
Unexpectedly, Shen Xiaofan, who was only five years old in appearance and body, was overjoyed as if he had met a confidant: "Yes! Uncle! This is the state! I never know how to tell you."
However, Su Wanxia was not happy at all.
At this time, Chu Xiaoming's call came in.
"Hello? How are you?"
"The situation is not good. I have sent Yinuo to the medical room, but the diagnosis shows that there is no abnormality in her body, but she can't wake up!" Chu Xiaoming said and tried to wake up Shen Yinuo again.
After seeing this, Su Wanxia understood clearly. He stopped Chu Xiaoming's behavior and said: "No need to wake her up, just let her sleep. She will wake up early the next morning."
Chu Xiaoming asked puzzledly: "How can you be so sure?"
"This sounds a bit complicated. When she wakes up tomorrow, the three of us can have breakfast together."
"Well..." Chu Xiaoming was still a little worried: "Okay... I'll guard her here."
"Well, you should pay more attention to your health."
"Don't worry, I'm in good health."
Hang up communication.
Before Su Wanxia could speak, Shen Xiaofan asked: "Uncle, are you worried that I am lying to you?"
Su Wanxia was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "How could that be? No matter what you have gone through, as long as you still call me uncle, I will trust you and do my best to help you."
When Shen Xiaofan heard this, his eyes changed and he said, "Then...Uncle, is there a translation of the Dead Sea Script in the camp?"
Su Wanxia hesitated for a second and then smiled: "Of course, but not only
It is a translation, and the original copy of the Dead Sea Documents is also complete."
"Really? Can you give me the book?"
"That's no problem, as long as you tell me why you are looking for the Dead Sea Script."
Shen Xiaofan fell silent for a moment.
Su Wanxia was not in a hurry and just looked at him silently.
After a while, Shen Xiaofan finally said: "Can I say that I am here to help someone?"
"who?"
"She is a beggar, just like in my dream." Shen Xiaofan said frankly.
"What it looks like in the dream?"
"You... still don't believe me?"
"No, no, actually...I heard your mother tell this story before you were born, but I didn't expect this story to continue?"
"I don't know...I don't know why I suddenly started to have this dream...and everything seems to have happened yesterday, which makes it difficult for me to determine whether I am in a dream or awake." Shen Xiaofan Xiao Saying such words from a small body gives people a very uneasy and weird feeling.
Su Wanxia had always been wary. He inadvertently moved his body and said: "If things are really as you said, then it will be much easier for us to talk angrily, and I won't have to teach you. A child will always be good to you."
Shen Xiaofan raised his head and glanced at Su Wanxia. He smiled bitterly and nodded: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. I don't mind."
Su Wanxia did have a lot to say, but seeing Shen Xiaofan like this, he suddenly changed his mind.
"I have to be honest with you. In fact, your blood contains a quarter of my blood." Su Wanxia said.
After hearing this, Shen Xiaofan suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Wanxia in shock.
Su Wanxia did not shy away and continued: "The other three quarters are taken from your Uncle Xiaoming, Uncle Yan and Aunt Qianhua respectively. Although it sounds incredible to say this...but you are indeed the common one among the five of us. child."
This truth is really hard to accept.
But Shen Xiaofan was not a mortal, and he quickly figured out many things.
"No wonder Mom never mentioned my father to me..."
"It's not her fault, but I told you, she will probably fight me when she wakes up tomorrow morning." Su Wanxia said with a smile.
Shen Xiaofan was stunned for a moment and then smiled. He shook his head and said, "No, I just don't say anything."
"No, you have to tell her. In fact... I have wanted to convince her since you were born as an embryo, but she has been avoiding this topic."
"Why?"
"Because..." Su Wanxia hesitated when she got to the key point. He pondered for a while and then said: "Forget it, it's better not to tell her."
Shen Xiaofan was a little confused about Su Wanxia. He sat silently on the small bench, but it felt like an adult who was confused.
"By the way, you haven't told me why you read "Dead Sea Documents" yet." Su Wanxia brought the topic back.
Shen Xiaofan blinked: "Didn't I just say that?"
"I said it, but it's not specific enough. You have to know that this book is extraordinary. I'm not sure you really have the ability to control it." Su Wanxia paused for a moment and then said: "In addition... if it's true... It’s just a dream, why would you want to use the power of reality to help the person in your dream?”
Shen Xiaofan was stunned by the question. He may have indeed experienced a lot, and his mind is far beyond that of a five-year-old child.
But this does not mean that he is mature.
"I...I don't know...I just seem to have an obsession...Maybe...if you listen to my dreams, you will understand more deeply." Shen Xiaofan became more and more respectful in front of Su Wanxia. .
Su Wanxia saw it all, he smiled and said: "No need to bother, I can go and see it myself."
"Go and see for yourself?"
"Yes, come on, lie down on the bed." Su Wanxia got up, tidied the bed and patted the side of the bed.
Shen Xiaofan put down his cup and walked over.
He was a little nervous: "Uncle, what are you doing?"
"Enter your dream." Su Wanxia said casually.
Shen Xiaofan was shocked: "Can you enter the dreamland at will?"
"Of course, as long as it exists, it can be sensed. I also want to know more details." Su Wanxia said as she picked up Shen Xiaofan and put him on the bed.
Xiaoxiao took off his shoes and lay down, but he couldn't sleep.
"But uncle... I will definitely be able to sleep."
"It's okay, just concentrate on what is in front of you." Su Wanxia said and turned on the light above the bed.
Then a scarlet triangle was reflected in Xiaoxiao's eyes.
"Calm down...it's okay..."
Shen Xiaofan has never seen such a strange pattern.
It was obviously just a red triangle fixed above the bed, but when he looked at it intently, it seemed to come alive.
At that moment, Shen Xiaofan felt that his body had become stiff and he could not move.
He wanted to ask for help, but his consciousness became deeper and deeper, and he fell into a deep sleep in less than a minute.
…
Early the next morning, when Su Wanxia brought Xiaoxiao to the restaurant, everyone was there.
Seeing the older one and the younger one approaching, Shen Yinuo looked a little unsure as if he had just woken up from a hangover. She put an ice pack on her forehead and asked Xiaoming, "Who are they?"
"Oh my aunt, how much have you drunk? Isn't that Wanxia and your precious son?"
Shen Yinuo finally woke up after this reminder.
When the couple sat opposite her, Shen Yinuo frowned and looked at Su Wanxia and said: "Why is he here with you?"
That?"
Su Wanxia just smiled, then took out an ancient book without a title and placed it on the table.
"Everyone, I have something very important to tell you today, so please put aside what you are doing and wait until you have finished listening. OK?" Su Wanxia said calmly.
Yan Sichen's attention was all taken away by the ancient book. He looked at the ancient book, then at Shen Xiaofan, and then stared at the ancient book on the table.
Xian Qianhua didn't care, she asked: "How important is very important? Translate translate?"
"It's a matter of life and death." Su Wanxia's voice still sounded calm.
Chu Xiaoming was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed: "Hey, brother, can you stop talking so early in the morning? It's scary."
Su Wanxia just looked at him calmly.
Chu Xiaoming stopped laughing, turned his head and looked at the reactions of others before tentatively asking: "Is it really that serious?"
Su Wanxia didn't answer.
Shen Yinuo asked Shen Xiaofan, "Xiaoxiao, what did you do last night?"
Even though the soul inside is much older, Shen Xiaofan is still very afraid of his mother.
"I...I woke up from a nightmare...and then I..."
As soon as he started talking, Su Wanxia stopped him.
"I'll save these words for you, mother and son, to talk about when you have time. The things we want to talk about now are much more important than these." Su Wanxia opened the ancient book as she spoke.
Shen Yinuo did not fall out on the spot, but still pulled Shen Xiaofan away from Su Wanxia and back into his arms.
Su Wanxia glanced at her.
Shen Yinuo raised his eyebrows: "Look at what I'm doing, tell me."
Su Wanxia reorganized her emotions and said: "I don't know to what extent you guys have integrated with your own 'divine nature' over the years, but I know very well that I have formed a stable connection with it, so Sitting in front of you at this moment is the familiar Su Wanxia, and the only descendant of the Lord of the Past, the old god 'Turaya'!"
After Su Wanxia finished speaking, the entire restaurant fell into a long silence.
Everyone looked at Su Wanxia, but their expressions were different.
The first thing that broke the silence was Xian Qianhua's laughter. She covered her mouth, and when Su Wanxia looked over, she hurriedly waved her hands and said, "I'm sorry... I'm not mocking, I just... feel..."
"Yes, it's not easy to accept, isn't it? But if you can all face up to the divinity deep in your heart, I believe today's discussion will be natural and smooth." Su Wanxia was still calm, he had long known that he was like this The four companions always regarded him as a "madman" obsessed with theology.
"Wanxia didn't lie, I can feel it." Yan Sichen suddenly spoke, and two vertical golden lights appeared in his eyes.
Everyone looked at it very carefully.
This time no one laughed.
Everyone knows very well...this is not a special effect of cosmetic contact lens, but a proof of the embodied existence of "divinity".
"I'm sorry..." Xian Qianhua apologized again, and she sat down next to Chu Xiaoming.
Chu Xiaoming has been observing everyone. Although he is not willing to accept the reality, he has indeed felt its existence in the past ten years, but Chu Xiaoming has always been resistant to it.
"The vertical light representing order has the eye of foreboding and can regard time as a definite string. All the notes that have been played, are being played, and have not yet been touched are in his eyes." Su Wanxia opened the ancient book,
The old paper exudes the smell of sea water, a smell that contains death and rebirth.
"Turaya, known as the Mother of All Saints, is the last descendant of the Lord of the Past. After the end of the Upper Yuan Civilization, as the last old god with the wisdom of the Upper Yuan Civilization, Turaya is the Lord of Creation and the
The Mother of All Saints, therefore, she also has another name 'Mother'." This passage is Su Wanxia's interpretation of ancient books. His fingers gently stroked the words and symbols that had been soaked in sea water and became mottled, like
It is to feel the mystery and mystery of the past.
"What about me? What am I?" Chu Xiaoming, who was gradually entranced, suddenly became anxious. He opened his palms to show Su Wanxia, and saw that the originally intact palms suddenly began to show signs of decay.
Surprisingly, there was no foul smell, but a strange floral fragrance.
"Entropy in established laws foreshadows annihilation, but you are swimming against the current. Your name has long been cursed and forgotten, but your existence and power are indeed eternal. Although there is no bond between you and the superior civilization,
But as one of the old gods, you are still transcendent and great. You are the god of reorganization and the evidence of civilization." Su Wanxia seemed to have some difficulty in translating this paragraph.
Everyone present had some difficulty understanding this passage.
Especially Chu Xiaoming, he almost didn't understand.
"So? What am I?"
"I have read through ancient books, but I can't find any definite records related to you, but... from my understanding, maybe you are the 'variable', the uncertainty in the meaning of all future existences." Su Wanxia is
So understood.
But Chu Xiaoming still didn’t understand it at all.
"Brother Wanxia? Listen to what you have to say. Is it human words?"
Su Wanxia also sighed. He really couldn't find any record that could accurately define Chu Xiaoming.
At this time Xian Qianhua asked again: "Okay, okay, don't worry about it. I still want to ask who I am? All I see all day long are lines. I finally got used to it, but I accidentally
You will still see many, many lines, what the hell is this? Is it old god geometry?"
"No, it's the old god Yasin, but it's not the original Lord of Yasin, but the last one. Yasin's temple was desecrated and the afterglow of the past lord completely dissipated. The last one was enshrined by the suffering believers.