sbdcsierra Chapter 500 Childhood Memories: First Encounter with Ye Zhaodi
Chapter 500 Childhood Memories: First Encounter with Ye Zhaodi
"Tell me after you name it, as you said."
Chang Le stared at the silent yellow-haired man, Oh no, now it’s Wang Yao.
Wang Yao pointed ahead and said, "Look, we're almost there at Sunrise Canyon!"
"Tsk."
Wang Yao smiled and said, "Don't worry, the story is long. We will have plenty of time to tell it after we come out of the secret realm."
Chang Le couldn't believe what he said, 422 suddenly appeared:
[I think you can come out of the secret realm and go to the Mogan area in District 4 with him. Another secret realm I selected is in Shuicheng, but not in Mogan area.]
[Although you planned to go to District 4 after Hua An Ning’s birthday, this person showed up. Plans can’t keep up with the changes. It’s better to take him there with you.]
Chang Le felt that what 422 said made sense.
She said to Wang Yao, "After we come out of the Sunrise Secret Realm, take me to the place where we lived when we were little, and tell me stories from that time."
Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, then his eyes softened: "Of course."
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Five days flew by.
November 5th.
In late autumn, there is a light frost in the water city.
Mogan District, located in the south of the water city, was once a deserted place due to the impact of the alien disaster in Chaohai City more than 90 years ago. After decades of reconstruction, although it has not regained its former prosperity, it is still suitable for living and traveling.
The autumn rain was chilly, and two young men came over holding retro oil-paper umbrellas.
The guy on the left is very tall, with eye-catchingly handsome features. He is wearing overalls and a windbreaker, and has blond hair, which makes him look like he has stepped out of another dimension.
The one on the right is a little shorter, with slightly curly hair and amber eyes. He is wearing a sweatshirt and trousers, and looks very youthful.
The two have very different styles, but both stand out from the crowd. When they walk on the street, 99% of them get people turning their heads, and the remaining 1% is too embarrassed to pretend not to turn back.
These two people are none other than Wang Yao and Chang Le, who disguised himself as Fu Jiu.
After the two came out of the secret realm of Sunrise Canyon, they went directly to the Mogan area of Water City in District 4.
Wang Yao walked forward with Chang Le: "I came to this area some time ago. Over the past ten years, a lot has changed here."
"Changle, we're here."
It was a low-rise area, very new, with the ground still whitish grey. The buildings on both sides were no higher than seven stories, and the orderly small streets divided and connected the buildings.
Wang Yao pointed to the road ahead that ended in a small park and said, "This is where you often stayed back then. Can you remember it?"
Chang Le looked at the road in front of him. Just like a scene transition in a movie, the new road blurred and turned into the old alley.
The new building area has become the old city area in my memory.
A not-so-young little girl curled up in the corner at the end of the alley, with a "nest" made of cardboard boxes around her.
It was cold in early spring, and the thin clothes and cardboard boxes were not enough to keep her warm. She was almost frozen to death.
Occasionally, when someone walked by, she would shrink like a frightened stray cat, not daring to look up. Her big eyes peeked out from the gap between her arms and body, showing extreme alertness and fear.
Chang Le was in a trance for a moment.
That was her, about four or five years old.
Yes, when she was a child, she had been wandering since she could remember.
The scene before her eyes passed by quickly like a kaleidoscope, and she looked at herself quietly in the corner.
From the initial fear, vigilance, and collapse when facing this world, to feeling pain after being bullied and starting to learn to struggle, to realizing that people need to live.
Little Changle learned how to pick up trash and how to fight.
Chang Le laughed out loud as she watched herself beat up the scrap yard owner who had exploited her.
From then on, little Changle had food to eat.
However, she was still floating, like a rootless duckweed. Insignificant, no one cared. Life in the era of natural disasters was fragile. A gust of wind could take little Changle away without anyone noticing.
That kind of loneliness made little Changle forget her initial curiosity and kindness towards the world, and her fists were always stained with blood.
Chang Le sat down against the cold wall, hugged his knees and watched his childhood self busying around.
Wang Yao patted her shoulder gently, and the scene in front of Chang Le disappeared. He pulled her to the small park at the end:
"This used to be the square where you often went treasure hunting. Now it has been rebuilt into a cultural park."
Chang Le looked at the park with lush greenery, rockery and clear water. The new green scenery before him was replaced by tall, bustling crowds of people.
The people are very tall, looking up with their heads held high.
This is Xiao Changle’s perspective.
On the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the square near the old city is very lively, and the Zhongyuan Festival is held. In addition to the custom of worshipping ancestors, the Zhongyuan Festival now also pays tribute to the heroes of the natural disaster era to pray for peace in the future.
Little Changle didn't know what the sacrificial activities were for or what their significance was, but she knew that where there were more people, there would be more garbage and she could get more. So she went to the square.
In Xiao Changle's world, one cannot see the sacrificial fire altar in the center of the crowd in the square, but only a hustle and bustle of all kinds of clothes and shoes.
Adults are very big and scary, but they may not be able to beat her.
Little Changle carries his small woven bag and shuttles around at the foot of the tall world. It is a world that those who are high above will not bow their heads to look carefully, and it is full of little Changle's treasures.
Little Changle quickly picked up a lot of empty bottles, plastic bags and paper boxes, and carried a large bag on his back.
Some people passing by her had sympathy on their faces, some avoided her, some cursed, and some pointed fingers, but they were all strangers who passed by.
Little Changle happily carried her "treasure" to the old bench next to the trash can. There were few people in the dark here, so she counted her treasure.
At this time, a faint crying sound was heard in the wind.
Little Changle looked in the direction of the sound. She was no longer afraid of the strange noises in the dark.
A fat boy of about six or seven years old ran over crying, not towards her, but fluttering around like a headless fly in the dark night.
The little fat boy was shouting "Mom" and "Dad" miserably. He accidentally fell down and started crying on the ground, his sobs were deafening.
Little Changle sat on the ground and looked at him curiously.
The little fat boy looked up inadvertently while crying and met little Changle's eyes.
The little fat boy's cry was choked for a moment, and then his face turned pale. Then he suddenly opened his mouth and screamed miserably: "Ghost - Mom - there is a ghost!!!"
Little Changle looked at him like a fool.
She didn't know that in the little fat boy's perspective, she was just a dark shadow and a pair of glowing green eyes.
Little Changle felt bored, patted the dirt off his body, and prepared to carry his things for the second time. As soon as he stood up, a silver light flashed by, illuminating the space for a moment.
She was stunned and stopped to look. A little girl of eight or nine years old ran over, her face full of anxiety, shouting "Ye Xiaobao".
Little Changle's eyes fell on her hands in surprise. Her hands were shining with a faint silver light, and her hair was also a strange silver color.
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I was very productive today, so there are three chapters~more will be added!