Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 1571 Even if I am old

She seemed to have turned back into the ignorant girl she once was.

When she opened her eyes, it was as if she had returned to the time when she was six years old.

She forgot a lot of things.

the doctor told her.

She seemed to have lost the ability to speak again.

The bottle of poison almost killed her, and her survival was an unprecedented miracle.

But she still seemed to remember him.

She always held his hand in a daze, as if she didn't want to separate, just like when he was very young decades ago, he held her hand like this and lifted her in ragged clothes from the sunset. Bring them back to their warm home at the beach.

Time seems to have never changed at all.

Everything is the same as before.

He was still lying on the bamboo chair in front of the door, looking at the figure of the girl playing with the lamb among the sheep under the sunshine in the pasture.

She will still wake up next to him.

Just like those countless days and nights ago, she always held her stuffed doll and stood quietly in front of his bed at night, wanting to get a hug.

but.

He also felt the call from time more and more.

So that afternoon, right in front of the door of their cabin, he made a bamboo whistle for her and hung it on her chest.

He told her.

If grandpa doesn't wake up one day, blow this whistle. As long as he hears the whistle, he will definitely wake up again to accompany her.

She is very obedient.

Just like that time, he nodded ignorantly.

And this may also be the last comfort he can get in his twilight years. He tries hard not to let himself leave this world, even if it is just for a day or a moment longer.

So during that time.

He would wake up with that whistle every morning. Even if sometimes he really wanted to sleep a little longer, he would close his eyes and reach out his hand, and that slender hand would hold him, hug his chest and hug him. Silently acting coquettishly in her arms.

It seems like that whistle.

It also became an echo of his life.

Several times when he thought he was finally coming to the end of his life, he would return to this familiar world again amid the whistle.

It seems like everything is finally starting to get better again.

One morning, when he opened his old eyes again, he saw the girl standing in front of his bed and blinking at her. She seemed to have finally remembered something, and she seemed to have finally recovered bit by bit. He recovered and began to transform back into the girl he knew.

She called him ignorantly.

"elder brother."

……

The summer sun is still so dazzling, and he is getting older. Countless dandelions are flying in the sea of ​​flowers in the sun. He is still looking at the man sitting far away with joy and softness in his cloudy eyes as before. The girl in the sea of ​​flowers watched the breeze blowing her long hair, watching her raise her head and breathe in the fragrance vigorously.

He no longer thinks about eternity, nor does he think about the possible departure one day.

Maybe the days really are numbered.

But as long as he can live each day well, he feels that this is the greatest happiness for him.

He closed his eyes at that moment, old and smiling.

The sea of ​​flowers is swaying.

But that moment seemed destined. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the scene that seemed to be frozen in time, the sea of ​​flowers that was no longer swaying, and even the sunlight in the sky seemed to be gone. At that moment it seemed so unreal.

He was stunned.

And it was in that unreality that he saw a translucent gentleman wearing ancient medieval clothes appear in front of him out of thin air.

The wind seemed to be swaying again at that moment.

The figure, leaning on a cane, appeared in front of him as if in a dream, looking at his old face with a complex expression.

that moment.

He seemed to have seen that figure in some lost past.

Incomparably familiar.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say his name, and he was too old to stand up.

He looked at him for a long time and was silent for a long time.

It feels like the end of time.

He told him.

"Lynn, you've let yourself get lost."

That voice was full of complexity and seemed to be filled with countless inaudible emotions. He seemed to have known him for a long time. He knew his name. His haggard eyes seemed to have known him in the previous life. It was like A display of complex emotions like a family member.

"I know you, right?"

"Of course you know me, you just forgot that you have fallen into the deepest part of the sea of ​​loss, and you are lost in this dream."

"Dream?"

"Yes, all of this is just a dream you created in her subconscious with your spiritual power. In order to ensure the reality of the dream, you fell all the way. If I hadn't found you, maybe you would really have to be there soon. I died of old age in this dream."

"I do not understand."

"It's okay, I have helped you re-establish an anchor point, and you are no longer falling. As long as I leave the Sea of ​​Loss with me, those lost memories and cognitions will come back bit by bit, and so will you. Remembering everything you’ve lost.”

On the bamboo chair, Lin En's old eyes looked at him with cloudy eyes.

A breeze blows.

The figure looked at him complicatedly, like a god of death about to take him away.

He finally moves.

His old fingers pointed little by little to the other side of the grassland, pointing to the vague and distant back of the girl.

"My wife..."

But the figure didn't speak, and the look in his eyes became more complicated and painful.

"You have done everything you can, Lynn, and you have given her a perfect life in this dream, but a dream is a dream after all, and as long as it is a dream, there will be a day when you wake up. , you have done enough condolences and compensation."

"But the past cannot be changed. The moment she realizes this is a dream, those old memories will come flooding back again."

"I know you don't want to let go."

"But you have done enough, Lynn, just let her stay in the deep sea. As you said, as long as this past life is completely separated from the current doll lady, that person Miss I will definitely be able to open her eyes at the last moment."

Linn remained silent and didn't speak.

But he stood up.

Little by little, he leaned on crutches and stood up from the bamboo chair. His old eyes looked like they had every time he faced those jackals who wanted to hurt her. It was as if he was young again. Just like the strong Linn back then, like the high wall that always stood by her side to protect her from harm, it stood up again.

He was leaning on a cane, but he was looking at the figure with a stooped look.

"I won't let you hurt her."

He took out the revolver from his pocket.

At that last moment of aging, he turned his revolver decisively and hard towards that figure.

"Even if I'm old."

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ps: It’s Christmas, so I may have to take some days off...