Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 418 Old Land (1)

The first rays of morning light shone into the village, flowing upstream against the stream.

The other side of the mountain is still a mountain, and the other side of the water may not still be water.

This place seems like a place from the last century. There is only one cement road running from the beginning to the end of the village.

The layout is simple and well-arranged.

Compared with the prosperous city, this place seems particularly backward.

Han Qiu stood on the top of the mountain and looked out for a long time without saying a word, feeling shocked and emotional.

I feel sad that in this year, Shanghai is already full of decadence and extravagance, but here it seems as if time has stopped at the end of the last century.

I was shocked that this place really existed. Even though I knew this would be the result, I was still shocked.

I’m home, really home, to my childhood home, the village where my grandparents live.

It is called hometown, but it is actually memories.

An old man was carrying a hoe and walking along the ridge to the field, and the sound of roosters crowing could be heard.

"I've been back and checked too, and I suggest you be mentally prepared." Mr. Han reminded with a sigh.

"What I saw is true. What you said may not be true. After all, it is another kind of cause and effect." Han Qiu walked down the mountain road.

Passing by an orchard, I remember it was the home of an old widower. He had no children or a partner, but he was very kind to the children in the village.

In the past, Han Qiu often came to the orchard to pick fruits to eat. In such a poor childhood, even the variety of fruits was terribly scarce.

Before Han Qiu left the village, he had no idea what dragon fruit was, let alone what durian tasted like.

When he was in junior high school, he argued with his classmates for a long time about whether dragon fruit should spit out the seeds.

It's ridiculous to think about it. The poor boy didn't want to show his poverty. He was stubborn and insisted that he had eaten dragon fruit even though he had never eaten it. He also said that it was troublesome to spit out the seeds and he didn't like eating it.

Han Qiu walked through the orchard until he reached the end, which was the old man's home.

It was an old house made of mud bricks and green tiles, with only one story and extremely poor lighting.

Han Qiu stood by the window and peeked inside, but saw nothing.

He was too lazy to waste time, so he ran towards home as quickly as possible before the village fully woke up.

He walked through the village along the route he remembered, his steps brisk and his figure light and cheerful.

I completely forgot Mr. Han's reminder and was left with only the joy of returning home.

Unfortunately, things don't always go as he wishes. When he saw the empty space, he felt lonely.

The grass grew nearly half a meter high, and there was no trace of a foundation on the open space, as if no one had ever lived there.

The morning breeze was still blowing, making Han Qiu's head hurt. He couldn't quite figure things out and didn't understand some of them.

His reason told him that everything was reasonable, but the ups and downs of his emotions made it difficult for him to accept and digest it quickly.

He thought he had really returned home when he saw that the village was still there.

He thought Mr. Han's reminder was unnecessary, after all, there is a cause for every effect.

He thought he was a special one among the billions of stars, but in fact there was no difference.

In short, everyone thinks that the facts are right in front of them.

"Mr. Han, help me check my childhood friend's memory." Han Qiu said to himself facing the empty space, "I want to know more about this village."

"We've come this far, why waste the power of cause and effect?" asked Mr. Han.

Han Qiu was stunned, neither crazy nor sad, just silent.

An old man passed by, his back hunched like a hill. He felt strange and wary of this strange young man.

"Young man, I don't recognize you. Who are you from?" the old man asked in a somewhat obscure dialect.

Han Qiu looked back and found the information about the old man in his memory, but he didn't call out like he did when he was a child. He just responded calmly in dialect: "I moved to the city a long time ago and don't live here anymore. I came back to visit."

The old man grinned, revealing the few remaining black teeth, and his standard dialect meant that they were from the same place.

Since it is the same place, vigilance will naturally decrease.

"No one has ever lived here. Are you kidding me, an old man?" he said.

Han Qiu explained: "I don't live here, I just think this place is suitable for building a house, so I want to come back and build a house."

When the old man heard about coming back to build a house, he stopped working on the farm, put down his hoe and used it as a walking stick, and seemed to be chatting until noon: "This piece of land is very good! Someone liked it before, but later he went to the city. Now there are few young people willing to come back to build houses, they all go to the city."

"It's normal that the city is more prosperous," said Han Qiu.

"It's like this, now the young people are out working, and we old people are just at home taking care of the children." The elderly tend to go off topic when chatting.

Han Qiu was too lazy to bring the topic back to the original track, so he just continued chatting along with the old man's words, interspersing some questions about the village.

The conversation lasted almost an hour before it ended, and Han Qiu finally faced the reality.

It was a village, yes, and it was those people from the past, yes, but it had nothing to do with me.

There is no such thing as Han Qiu's family in these people's memories. This is a completely different story, another story.

There is no Han Qiu in the story.

This is not home, it is just a strange yet somewhat familiar village.

The old man had left, and the sun was shining brightly on the open space. Han Qiu tried to feel the sun's warmth.

He didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, so he went into the forest, hiding behind the trees and admiring the village gradually waking up.

"I don't know how to comfort you." Mr. Han sat next to Han Qiu, "No one comforted me at the beginning."

"It's okay. I don't need comfort now. I just want to figure out what's going on." Han Qiu picked up stones and threw them at the tree for fun. "You said... this body of mine was created by you, and my mother is indeed my mother. What is the connection between them?"

"It turns out you didn't understand what I said before."

"What do you mean?"

"I did not create the body, only the coming of consciousness."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't even ask!"

"Okay." Han Qiu rubbed his temples. "I've been thinking too much, and I might have missed something. In other words, the other me in the parallel world?"

"That's fine to understand. Anyway, there is Han Qiu in this world, and there is Han Qiu in your original world. The difference between the two worlds lies in Han Qiu's experience, and whether there are hybrids and dragons. For people who have nothing to do with Han Qiu, the life path is fixed. Once they come into contact with Han Qiu, their route will deviate."

"Mirror..." Han Qiu thought: "A parallel world is better. You should have said it earlier, you should have said it earlier, you bastard!"

"You didn't ask... and if I told you, you might not believe it. Most of the time, you wouldn't believe everything I said. You're not the only one who has investigated these things."

"Okay, I should ask my questions." Han Qiu was speechless.

The fact that he didn't ask means he wanted to verify it himself, and he can't blame anyone else for the current outcome.

Everyone says that the tortoise was fooled by Herzog, and everyone is a tortoise.

The difference is that the tortoise is facing Herzog, while the others are facing an idea or an obsession, or perhaps an established concept.

"Now I understand what I am..." Han Qiu pointed at his chest, "I'm not a mixed-blood at all, right?"

"Correct."

"Before I came, this body was nothing, just an ordinary person. It was my soul, or spirit, that transformed this body, like an ordinary creature being affected by dragon blood and spirit, and finally becoming Deadpool."

"In my opinion, for monsters like us, the power of bloodline is just a concrete manifestation of the soul level." Mr. Han expressed his own views.

"Fuck me...Fuck me..."

"Can you please stop cursing?"

"I cursed myself."