Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 126 The Stranger

Some stories are not exciting, and some people are not legendary. There is a bottomless well deep in everyone's heart, where the deepest past is buried.

After parting with Connie, Ren and Sasha rode on the forest path, where the fir trees were towering and the shadows of the trees were mottled.

Dow Jones Pa Village, the place where the story begins, Ryan quietly looked at the villages with two-story small buildings, houses and buildings increased significantly, and their appearance changed drastically.

No matter how difficult the day is, as long as there is a small ray of hope, people will hold it tightly and grow tenaciously like weeds on the wasteland in the bitter wind.

Ren calmly watched the people coming and going on the street. Five years ago, there was a large influx of foreigners from Maria's Wall. Now this secluded Orion Village is also much more lively, and some passers-by looked at it curiously. Sasha and Ryan right away.

Most people don’t know them. After all, there are not many aborigines here. Ren recalled the scene when he came to this world. He was born again. Before that, he died in battle...

Sasha took Ryan to a beautiful farm. Mr. Brows stopped hunting and was raising horses. He managed the place well, and now life is better than before.

"Sister, you're back." A little girl with baby fat looked at her excitedly.

Sasha went over and hugged her: "Kaya, are you still used to living here?"

"No problem, I'm fine." The little girl nodded. She was actually not Mr. Booth's daughter, but was adopted.

The last time a giant appeared on Rose's Wall, Kaya's mother was killed by a 3-meter-level giant who slipped into the village, and she was rescued by Sasha.

Besides her, there were several children on the farm. These children were all homeless. Mr. Brows adopted them and let them do some simple work on the farm.

There is no exploitation of child labor, which is actually a good deed. If no one adopts them, these orphans may starve to death.

Sasha introduced Ryan to the children. She had been home briefly last time, and everyone at least knew her.

"I know, he is the beheader! Killed 55 giants." A boy stared at him adoringly and said excitedly.

"I've heard stories about him and he doesn't look like a badass."

The story about Renn was told by the old village head to the children. The locals were actually surprised. The stubborn boy had become a powerful soldier. Many outsiders were amazed. They really didn’t expect it. This turned out to be the hometown of the recently famous "beheader".

Ryan had lunch at the farm. We hadn't seen each other for three years. Mr. Brows was very happy, and Mrs. Brows was also very enthusiastic. She seemed to regard Ryan as the candidate for "son-in-law".

Appearance is dignified, strength is powerful, achievement and fame, at first glance, the conditions are indeed good, of course, since Renn came back here, he has been a little absent-minded.

Mr. Brows found this out, and after lunch he handed Wren a key: "Are you going to go on like this? Don't you think about taking a back seat?

No matter how strong you are, if you keep rushing to the front, you will fall down sooner or later. Sasha told me about you, and I think it is better for you to stay at the back now. "Mr. Brows persuaded patiently, he keenly felt that there was something wrong with Ren's mental state, which might be fatal on the battlefield.

After receiving the key to his father's cabin, Ryan laughed, very free and easy: "Maybe this is the meaning of my existence. When I draw my sword and fight, I can feel that I am still alive.

If there is no end to this road, there is nothing wrong with sleeping here. "

Only when he was fighting could he forget that he was a lonely ghost. When he returned to the original place, he remembered, and remembered the past that seemed to be buried intentionally or unintentionally.

Mr. Brows sighed and watched him go. Since he brought him back in a coma, he found that Renn had completely changed.

He didn't know what the other party had experienced in the forest. Ren just woke up at that time, and when he looked into his eyes, he even felt fear, which was not just the eyes that appeared after he almost died.

Ren walked slowly to the remote corner of the village, in front of the dilapidated log cabin. There were no weeds growing in front of the door, and Mr. Brows had taken care of it.

Insert the key into the lock, and push open the dusty wooden door with a "squeak". The scene inside the house is the same as when he left, except that the tables, chairs and benches are covered with dust.

The sun once again shone into the somewhat damp and rotten wooden house, and the dust diffused in the few rays of light, making irregular movements.

He lived here for more than a month, and then did not return for three years. After wiping the camphor wood bench with a gauze, he threw the gauze on the wooden table without cleaning the pots and pans.

He sat alone on the stool, for a long time, he whispered a poem, which he learned from a down-and-out bard in Baita City:

"To the Stranger,
I came to a strange place,

Greet everyone with a smile,
Nobody here knows me,
I can laugh as much as I want,
burst into tears,

Because I am a foreigner.

Someone raises a glass,

I smiled and shared my joys and sorrows with him,

I should be going,

I can't stay in one place for too long,
Because I am a foreigner.

Trials and hardships,

I smell the damp smell of earth and the fragrance of flowers and plants,
Riding the breeze, accompanied by the bright moon,

to the end of the sky,

I hold the sand, kiss the waves, embrace the dawn,

The old days settled in the silt, and I ushered in a new life. "

"Do you know that no one likes my poems, because I am not a poet, and you are the first one who wants to learn it." On the street corner of Baita City, the unshaven and unkempt poet said with a smile.

Karen shrugged: "Yeah, your writing is not very good, but I like it very much, because I am a foreigner."

The poet's hometown was destroyed by the war, and all his relatives and friends died. He escaped by luck while traveling.

He started a longer journey and traveled to many countries. He would not stay in one place for too long. After staying for a long time, he would easily remember that he had nothing.

His poems are not well written, he is very poor, because he is not a poet, he is just a homeless wanderer because of the war.

Every time he went to a new place, it was as if he was born again. In a strange environment, he could get to know everything again.

In the wooden house, the sound gradually subsided, and Ren slowly stood up and walked towards the forest. What he is most used to is probably loneliness.

He is not an orphan, nor is he a killer soldier king. He came to a strange world, and it took a long time to forget everything in the past, but the feeling of being out of place will never go away.

When people go to a strange country, it takes a lot of time to adapt to the customs and customs there. What if it is a strange world?How can I forget that I am a "foreigner"?
Stepping on the shadow of the whirling trees, stepping on the soft grass, pushing away the shrubs and vines, he followed the route in his mind to a hillside.

There was a smooth gray rock at the bottom of the slope, surrounded by some green bermudagrass and zoysia. He walked to the side of the stone and gently stroked the surface of the stone, feeling the texture from his palm.

Ren is sitting on a stone, here is where he came to this world, in the silent forest, moss is covered with the wrinkled bark of old trees, weeds are overgrown on the ground, and broken spider webs are still hanging on the branches of the bushes On the ground, fresh dewdrops slipped from the shiny green grass in the damp place, and muskrats stalked by.

Close your eyes, lie on the stone, the breeze blows through his somewhat messy black hair, yesterday reappears...

(End of this chapter)