Emperor’s Domination - Chapter 1914
[Chapter 1887 The World Waiting for Death]
In the midst of the barrenness, it is difficult for people to live. The mountains here are remote and the land is barren, which is not suitable for mortals to cultivate and live.
There are only thorns everywhere here, and thorny vines are climbing the ground, because the land here is very barren, which makes the ends of the old vines of the trees burnt yellow.
In such a rural area, when the scorching sun hangs in the sky, no matter the trees or climbing vines are sick and wilting, even if there are occasional birds and beasts, they are hiding in the shade with their heads drooping and panting .
In such a wilderness, everything is boring, everything is lifeless, although there are green branches and wild vines dotted, but there is no real life, it seems that all life here will just lie down and wait to die.
It gives people a sick feeling here. When all life grows here, it will feel lifeless. Everything in the world is nothing more than that. There is nothing in the world that is worth living for, and nothing is worth pursuing. of.
When the hot sun is on your head, when you look at the green trees and wild vines withered, when you see a large piece of brown on the treetops, when the heat is steaming at noon, you will have a feeling, To live here, it is better to just bury yourself here, die here, don’t live on!
It is such a boring wilderness suburb, there is a small flat land halfway up the mountain, and the small flat land is surrounded by thorny wild vines and thatch with sharp leaves.
There is a small hut built on such a small flat land. The hut is framed by old wood, and then it is covered with mud. This is a very primitive hut, and even the roof is made of old bark. .
From this hut, it can be seen how poor the owner of this family is, and people can tell at a glance that the owner of this family is living in a barren life.
The wooden door of the hut is ajar, and sometimes when a feeble breeze blows by, the wooden door will make a feeble “squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak” sound.
There is a small road in front of the house, let’s call it a small road for now, because such a small road is full of thorns, and there is no trace of the road. It can only be said that someone has walked here, so it is barely called a road. Bar.
From such a small path, it can be seen that no one has ever been here, except for the owner of the hut who walks occasionally, going down the mountain or something, no one has ever walked this small path again.
Just like this, a young man climbed up the small road where there was almost no way to find a way. This young man pushed through the weeds and thorns, and climbed all the way from the foot of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, and climbed to the front of this hut.
The young man who climbed up from the bottom of the mountain was Li Qiye. When he saw this hut, he couldn’t help but smile.
There is a small open space next to the hut, on which a little vegetable is planted, besides a little vegetable, there is also a small row of sweet potatoes.
At this time, there was an old man working in this small vegetable field. In fact, this old man was not very old. If he estimated the age of ordinary people, he might be around fifty years old.
Although judging from his age, he is about fifty years old, but he looks a bit shabby, looks old, and looks vicissitudes.
The old man was wearing gray clothes, the clothes were gray and white, and it could be seen that the old man washed and washed such clothes. Although the clothes are often washed, they look worn and dirty over the years.
Even if the clothes are washed often, they are not very clean, and the old man has worked in the field, so they are stained with mud.
The old man didn’t have many wrinkles on his face, but his complexion was sallow, and the skin on his hands was dark. It could be seen that the old man not only had poor food and housing, but also worked for many years, which was obviously malnourished.
The old man’s hair was gray and a little sparse. Although he combed it neatly every day, he inadvertently messed it up between work.
When the old man sometimes opens his mouth, he will find that there are not many teeth left in his mouth, and a few sparse teeth are still growing there. Even if there are only a few teeth left, they are still black and yellow. And the old teeth have cavities.
It is such an old man who lives in such a wilderness suburb, works at sunrise and rests at sunset, and can only rely on a little crops grown in the land to satisfy his hunger on weekdays, barely letting himself starve to death, spending his time here Day after day.
Just imagine, it is such an old man who lives alone in the wilderness, has no children under his knees, and has no relatives or friends to visit on weekdays, let alone neighbors. Working with the loess facing the loess and the scorching sun at the back during the day, and sleeping in the darkness of the wooden couch at night, what a barren and lonely life this is.
At this time, the old man was waving an old hoe with both hands, and was hoing the sweet potatoes growing in the soil. He is also getting old, and every time he hoes the soil, it seems to be very difficult. The young man can hoe out the sweet potatoes in the soil with one or two hoes. He has to swing the hoe at least ten times to get it out.
After hoeing out the muddy sweet potatoes, he squatted down again to knock the dirt off one by one, and put them into the bamboo basket that had a small hole in it.
Every time a sweet potato was picked out by the hoe, the old man was so tired that he gasped for breath.
Seeing the old man hoeing the ground, Li Qiye couldn’t help but smiled, walked over without saying a word, bent down, picked up the hoeed sweet potato, knocked off the soil, and put it in the bamboo betel.
In this way, the old man hoeed the soil with great difficulty, while Li Qiye picked up the sweet potatoes. Every time the old man swung the hoe three or five times, he would put down the hoe to take a breath and rest for a while, while Li Qiye was leisurely, picking up the sweet potatoes slowly, Knock the soil off the sweet potatoes very rhythmically.
The two cooperated seamlessly, but they didn’t say a word to each other from the beginning to the end, as if it was a matter of course, all this was normal.
After spending most of the day, the old man finally hoeed six or seven sweet potatoes from the soil. At this time, the old man picked up the bamboo beet, picked up the hoe, and went back to his hut.
Without the old man’s invitation, Li Qiye also walked into the hut, only to see that the hut was a bit dark, even if it was broad daylight, it would be dark when he walked in, and it was hard to get used to it.
There are not many things in the hut, and it can even be said that there is nothing superfluous. There is a wooden bed on the left side of the hut. Although the quilt on the bed has been washed, it is also black. On the right is an earthen stove, and an old iron pot is about to rust.
There is a wooden table near the window, the small wooden table can only seat two or three people, and all the food and tea are served on this wooden table.
At this time, Li Qiye was sitting in front of this extremely simple wooden table, looking at the field outside, looking at the sickly trees and wild vines, he could not help but support his chin with his palms, and fell into a drowsy sleep, as if he was about to fall asleep .
The old man had already started a fire to cook sweet potatoes, and the flames were beating at the mouth of the stove. This might be the only active thing in this world. When seeing this flame beating, at least let people know that they are still alive.
The old man sat withered in front of the stove, adding some thatch into the stove from time to time. He was like a dead wood, lifeless, as if his only purpose in living in this world was to wait for death.
In the midst of all these rogue chats, finally after a long time, a scent of sweet potatoes came, which finally brought a little vitality to this world, at least when your stomach growled with hunger, you could smell When you smell this fragrance, you will suddenly feel powerful all over your body.
At this time, even Li Qiye, who had fallen asleep, opened his eyes and sat up straight.
At this time, the old man had already put the boiled sweet potatoes into the dustpan and brought them to the table. When the sweet potato was served, before the old man sat down, Li Qiye unceremoniously took it for a day, peeled it three or five times, and began to eat slowly.
The old man also took one, peeled the skin, and chewed slowly, as if he had bad teeth and ate very slowly.
“Some people say that he wants to stay away from the hustle and bustle, but no matter how lonely he is, at least there is him in this world, and there is also an old man who sells buns, or an old woman who sells salt.” Li Qiye said after eating a sweet potato : “Actually, it’s not loneliness, it’s just wanting to stay away from the world.”
“When your world doesn’t even have that old man who sells buns, or even that old woman who sells salt, then you’re the only one left in this world.” Li Qiye said.
The old man just ate sweet potatoes, as if he was not good at expressing himself and was taciturn.
“What is loneliness? Here is loneliness.” Li Qiye couldn’t help but smiled wryly, and said, “Whether it’s the Immortal Emperor or the Great Emperor, if you hide in the place of exploration, you will still be famous in the Ten Realms, still surpass the Nine Heavens, and still be the Emperor’s prestige.” Infinity. This is evasion, just avoiding the punishment of heaven. Today, we are eating sweet potatoes here, which is called escapism.” The
old man still didn’t speak, just eating sweet potatoes, because he hadn’t spoken for a long, long time, He couldn’t even remember the last time he spoke.
The old man didn’t speak, Li Qiye didn’t mind, he peeled another sweet potato and ate it slowly, after a while he raised his head, looked at the old man, and said, “When will you die?
” He didn’t speak, and chewed slowly. He was very precious about this hard-won food, and he ate it very cleanly and carefully.
“I don’t know either.” After a long time, the old man opened his mouth to speak. He gently sucked his fingers and said, “I am also waiting for the day of my death.”
“That’s right.” Li Qiye smiled and shook his head Said: “The only purpose of your life is to wait to die! When I was in the Nine Realms, I told the boy of the Yu family that you still have a small wine shop, and you come to drink him from time to time. It’s harder than horse urine.” Drink bad wine. His waiting to die is really nothing, at least there are still many things in this world for him to see.”
“You waited too long to die, you can’t open your six senses, just wait like this Death.” Li Qiye said with a smile: “It’s not that easy to die!”
[End of This Chapter]
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