Ch 192: Nameless

My name is Chen Yi, an ordinary villager living in a remote mountain far from the bustling world.

I have a beautiful wife named Zhou Chuyi, who always waits for me at home, preparing my favorite food.

Although the meals are simple, we live carefree and freely.

The village is called Small Mountain Village, surrounded by mountains, remote and secluded, with only a few households. The Du Family is the most prominent, the Little Tyrant of the Du Family.

On my thirtieth birthday, the Little Tyrant of the Du Family forcibly took my wife. My wife committed suicide, and I died as well.

Every time I tried to resist, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness restrained me, leaving me immobile and unable to think.

Seeing me leave, my mother followed me into death.

Later, I became a teacher. I had many friends I could talk to, a loving wife, and a child.

But just as life was getting back on track, my mother passed away from illness, and my wife died unexpectedly.

My only child, I failed to protect him, and he also died unexpectedly.

Even my friends left me one after another, until I grew old alone and eventually died.

Later, I became a beggar. I knew I couldn’t continue like this, but fate always plays jokes. Everyone I knew helped me, but without exception, they all died.

They lived until my 30th birthday.

Birthdays should be celebrated, but it felt like an anniversary of death to me.

On that day, it took everything from me. I hated birthdays.

This continued for a long time. I seemed to have experienced this countless times.

I even felt numb.

I experienced one reincarnation after another. I had lived through this life nearly a thousand times.

I tried to commit suicide, but strange things always kept me alive until I died alone of old age.

I couldn’t distinguish between reality and illusion, reality and dreams.

I tried to squeeze out some tears to look sadder, but whenever my loved ones left me, I would stand there, blankly staring into space.

I kept slapping my face, urging myself, “Please, cry!”

I was more miserable and painful than anyone. Surely, crying would make it better, but I tried my best and couldn’t even manage that expression.

A voice in my head kept telling me not to give up, to hold on.

Chen Yi floated in endless darkness, sinking downward. His eyes lost their former vitality; the light of life was gone, leaving only endless despair.

If he could, he wanted to die like this, without wanting or doing anything.

But it wouldn’t let Chen Yi die that easily.

Seeing the opportune moment, a large hand reached out from the darkness and pulled Chen Yi, who had lost hope, out.

Chen Yi knew there was a god above him, able to give him everything and take everything away.

A cry ushered in a new life.

He appeared in a peaceful and harmonious small town. He had a sister, a father, a mother, and a younger sister.

At the age of ten, Chen Yi went to the seaside. The sea was vast and blue-white. Sunlight pierced through the clouds and across the sea. Sparkling fish leaped out of the water. Chen Yi stared blankly at the boundless sea, lost in memories.

In his twenties, the grown-up Chen Yi had his own wife and child.

He sat by the sea with his child. Thirty percent of the moon was obscured, its light cast upon the sea.

Chen Yi’s child asked him why there was a moon on the sea.

Chen Yi smiled, stroked his child’s head, and looked into the distance, saying,

“The sea is a mirror; it reflects the moon.”

The child’s eyes twinkled. He pointed at the moon in the sky with his little finger, his face full of curiosity.

“There are two moons!”

“Of course.”

The child leaned against Chen Yi, and they talked for a while. The child got sleepy and quietly fell asleep.

Stars dotted the night sky, twinkling like diamonds, then adorning the sea, which shimmered with a brilliant light blue.

Waves pushed the light, layer upon layer. Although it was night, the sea emitted an intense blue glow.

A neatly dressed middle-aged man in a suit stood alone on the beach, quietly.

After a while, Chen Yi walked towards the sea, as if wanting to end this game.

The moon was only half visible today. The sea was not as beautiful as it was ten years ago. Ahead was only endless darkness.

Thirty years old was an unchanging curse. The lively and cheerful music in his ears sounded noisy and annoying.

“Ding, ding.”

Chen Yi closed his eyes and slowly bowed his head. The seawater covered his body. He knew the time had come; he couldn’t bear to face his loved ones again.

But after a long time, when Chen Yi opened his eyes in surprise, what he imagined hadn’t happened.

This time, there was no heartache.

He stared at his palm, calloused, with a mark from a ring on his middle finger.

He felt warmth from behind, and a familiar voice pulled him back to reality.

“Dad, what are you doing?”

“We’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

“Hide-and-seek isn’t fun.”

Chen Yi’s pupils dilated. He trembled, turned around, and glanced at his watch. Time had passed, but his family hadn’t left.

Chen Yi’s lips tightened, his jaw clenched. He held back his tears and gently stroked his child’s hair.

“It’s okay, Dad will go home with you…”

“Phew, what a beautiful day.”

Yang Zhan lay flat on a beach chair. The warm sea breeze blew on his body. He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the moment.

It seemed like a celebration. People were having fun on the beach, and cheerful music filled the air.

Yang Zhan was immersed in the beauty, his thoughts gradually being consumed.

“Help! Help!”

“Quick, save him!”

A shout brought Yang Zhan back to reality.

He sprang to his feet, searching for the source of the cry.

He saw a drowning child, and his anxious family on the shore.

Yang Zhan didn’t hesitate and ran towards them.

“Splash, splash!”

Yang Zhan waded into the water. Seeing the water was deep enough, he jumped into the sea.

The evening seawater was icy cold. Waves slapped him repeatedly like slaps.

His adrenaline surged. In a moment, he hoisted the child onto his shoulder.

The child wasn’t very strong; he struggled in fear. Yang Zhan whispered comfort. Yang Zhan could carry him with one hand; after all, he was a Mutant.

In a moment, Yang Zhan stood on the beach, becoming the center of attention.

The child was fine, only having swallowed some seawater. His family thanked Yang Zhan profusely for saving him.

Yang Zhan stared at the scene, his heart stopping for a moment, then he smiled proudly.

Xi’er brought Yang Zhan a blanket to keep him from catching a cold.

Xiao Hua also looked up, her eyes full of admiration. She opened her arms, and Yang Zhan naturally hugged her.

“Dad, Daddy, you’re amazing…”

Xiao Hua’s eyes sparkled. Yang Zhan subconsciously turned his head at his daughter’s praise.

But his body suddenly froze, his mind a chaotic mess, as if about to split open.

He saw a familiar face, but couldn’t remember who it was.

“Xiao Hua, did you see anyone over there?”

“Dad, there’s no one over there?”

“Oh, I think I saw someone.”

“It was an uncle wearing glasses.”