It’s a scene I don’t know when.

The child sat astride the man's shoulders, stretched out his hands, and kept spreading them as if his palms could touch the stars in the sky.

When I was a child, my father's broad shoulders were like a solid city wall, making people feel at ease.

"Dad, dad, what is an adventurer?"

The child held the storybook he had just collected from the street stall and asked about the identity of the protagonist in the book.

Hearing this, the man carrying his son smiled.

"Adventurers are a group of people who can travel around the world."

"Eh? That's awesome! Then I want to be an adventurer too!"

As if he had found something interesting, the child grinned widely and expressed his wish that was born less than three minutes ago on the crowded street.

"I want to become the best adventurer in the world, and then I will take you to visit the entire Teyvat."

Just by saying this, the boy seemed to have really slipped into a storybook and become the protagonist there, constantly experiencing wonderful adventure stories.

I looked at everything happening in front of me and didn't know what to say.

My mouth seemed to be sealed, and my throat seemed to be blocked by something. I couldn't make a single sound. I looked like a walking corpse, standing there blankly, unable to move.

.

here it is?

The surrounding noisy streets are full of shouting vendors, and the faces of passers-by are filled with happy smiles.

People passed by me, but they seemed to not see me, and kept squeezing past me.

The prosperous and beautiful scenery is in its prime.

Looking at the child riding on the man's back in front of me, I knew that it was me.

I wanted to stretch out my hands, but it felt like I was immersed in sea water, and my fingers couldn't move.

Only the occasional scenes flashed before my eyes and some sounds echoed in my mind.

Time passes by second by second, the scenery on the street changes, and the layout of the street inadvertently tells me that we are advancing towards the Moon Festival.

That year's moon-by-month festival...

By the way, it’s the Moon-by-Moon Festival.

As if I had forgotten something, I slowly opened my eyelids. The scenery in front of me became much clearer again.

It's just that the grand scene that was in front of you just now has long since disappeared, and all that comes into view is the scene of blazing fire.

The smell of death, people's cries, and collapsed homes.

The past reappeared before my eyes one by one.

I thought everything that happened ten years ago had long since dissipated with the autumn wind, but when they appeared in front of me one time, I still felt a little numb in my legs and feet.

Numbness?

My lower body, which had been unconscious until then, suddenly started to feel.

I tried moving my legs and found that I could really control the movement of my feet lightly.

Dragging heavy steps, I wandered around Liyue Port where corpses were strewn everywhere.

The originally agitated mood became numb due to the tragic situation around him.

Dead people, dead people, still dead people.

The smell of burning corpses is so disgusting.

The scene of monsters killing residents is so infuriating.

The people running away from the disaster look so helpless.

But as time goes by, all of this has lost its color in my eyes.

After seeing it too much, you will naturally become insensitive.

I don’t know which evil god reappeared in front of my eyes in this way a tragic situation that I had never seen that day.

I walked around the street and continued dragging my heavy body along the street.

I saw Yun Jin and her daughter who were hiding in the teahouse that day. They were huddled in the corner, not daring to speak out.

I saw Keqing hiding in the yard with my grandfather. She had a long sword in her hand, and she seemed to be going to fight the invading monster to the death.

I met the proprietress at the door. She and her husband fled to the wooden boat at Liyue Port, intending to row out of the city.

I saw the soldiers of the Qianyan Army fighting to the death. They held the weapons in their hands and fought until the last moment.

I saw the immortals living in seclusion at the port of Liyue. Their movements exuded great power and they were doing their best to save this city that was on the verge of destruction.

Walking around the port and walking in a long-destroyed neighborhood, people's wails could be heard endlessly, and the smell of death flowed from the nostrils to the whole body.

There, I saw it, it was myself.

The child who was kneeling on the ground looked at the house in front of him that was shattered by the monster from high in the sky, and he froze on the spot.

He stretched out his hand as if he could still reach those he had not yet touched.

After a while, the screams of children tore through the quiet neighborhood.

Helplessness, grief, despair.

He hit his forehead heavily on the ground as if going crazy, and his face was wet with blood mixed with soil.

"Ah...ah..."

The flesh and blood body hit the ground, and the child repeated the movements endlessly.

Only a hoarse voice could be squeezed out of the throat that had been pierced by wailing.

"Save them...save them..."

The children knelt down and prayed, like the most incompetent people in the world, placing their hope in God.

But the gods did not respond to him.

Even the great sun that was originally remembered did not set, and no one answered the children's prayers.

Monsters are still invading the surrounding neighborhoods, and people still cannot escape the fate of being hunted.

Only in the place where the child was left, no monster came to hunt him.

It was as if fate was deliberately mocking him and leaving him where he was.

Children who are not disturbed by monsters can do nothing but pray feebly to the gods again and again.

But I know that it is in vain.

"no, do not want..."

For the first time, my throat seemed to be opened a little, and intermittent sounds were squeezed out of my throat, but it was still in vain.

The boy kneeling on the ground couldn't hear my voice at all.

"Don't pray in a world where God is not watching."

Someone's voice rang in my ears.

He looked so familiar, but even after searching through my memory, I couldn't find him.

I know, I know everything.

No one will respond.

After that night, when two soldiers of the Qianyan Army, dressed in blood, return the bodies of their mother and father, they will call them heroes.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! From that day on, my grandfather’s originally dark hair turned gray, and the Tingyu Pavilion sign was removed forever.

Something decisive changed that day.

The word death has never seemed so close to me at that moment.

The last piece of my heart that had not been filled even that night when corpses were everywhere was completely destroyed at that moment.

Like a child whose safe haven has been torn apart.

So I started to learn cooking and cooking.

It's not because I love cooking or how much I want to inherit a restaurant.

Simply, if I don't find something to do, I will go crazy.

Lift the kitchen knife from the chopping board over and over again and chop.

It was repeated over and over again, even when the tiger's mouth opened and blood spilled out.

Because only in this way can the physical pain numb the mental trauma and allow me to get a moment of rest.

Gradually, I made some achievements in cooking.

But I still mechanically repeated the goal I had set long ago, day after day, not knowing what I was doing and not daring to explore why I was doing it.
To be continued...