Chapter 1735: Chapter 1735: The Past Is Just a Memory
In fact, without going through long years, just the current them, already working, already adults, now recalling past events, would feel that it was just a memory.
If you don’t recall, they’re nothing.
Even if recalled, it’s just a memory that might make you a bit uncomfortable, but doesn’t hurt or itch.
As long as people look forward and don’t recall the past, those things that once seemed like nightmares, like endless darkness, seem ridiculous, trying hard to catch up to the present self, which is fundamentally unattainable.
When happiness and smiles fill the years ahead, who would look back at past darkness, or at past memories?
Among these people, some are already in their thirties or forties, and to ask them to recall things from before they were ten is really almost forgotten.
The human brain is limited; when it’s filled with new memories and there isn’t enough space, it automatically forgets, deletes the past.
Now, recalling the version of themselves that once had thoughts of escape, they would just smile and lightly say, "Back then, really... so naive and cute."
Naivety often equals childishness.
Cute might just be a good-sounding derogatory term.
Little Taotie put down the flour in her hands, seeming to have forgotten the earlier conversation, and looked up asking, "When are we going to find Head Grandpa?"
The old man chuckled softly.
Little Taotie is a child with a big heart.
Having a big heart, isn’t that a kind of happiness?
Forgetfulness is actually a good habit.
If a person’s memory is too good, clinging to the past and being unable to let go for a long time, isn’t that a kind of self-torture?
He looked at the snuff bottle in his hand. If this scholar could let go earlier, he might not have imprisoned himself in the snuff bottle for thousands of years.
Actually, if he wanted to leave the snuff bottle, how could the lid hold him? He is a spiritual body, not something that physically exists, and there’s no talisman sealing the snuff bottle.
The scholar is just subconsciously imprisoning himself. When the lid is closed, he thinks he can’t get out from inside, but actually if he wanted to leave, he could drift out anytime.
"Let’s go, let’s head to the Ancient Pagoda again." the old man said.
Little Taotie wiped her little hands and curiously asked, "Going there again? Didn’t we find nothing yesterday?"
"As long as there’s one wooden box, it can’t be the only box of such things."
"There’s a lot more?"
"Thousands, tens of thousands, billions, who knows."
Little Taotie gasped, "Billions?"
"These things like to gather together, so if there’s one box, there will surely be a second box, a third box."
Little Taotie pulled out her little shovel and raised it high, "Then let’s hurry! Let’s go dig!"
"When it grows strong, its counterpart may be expected to be stronger than the original. Driven by ambition, we won’t need to destroy the original body; it will eagerly want the original body to perish, to devour the original’s power, to become the original itself, not just a counterpart anymore."
"Is there such a possibility?" Little Taotie sighed, "Should I contribute some more Evil Spirit Chocolate to make it a bit stronger?"
Feng Qi’s eyes sparkled, and the fox’s eyes were full of amusement, "Can you bear it?"
Little Taotie decisively shook her head, "I can’t bear it."
Feng Qi put away the smile and earnestly advised, "Reluctance to part with a child won’t catch the wolf."
Little Taotie stretched out her soft, white tender arm, "Let the wolf eat the child."
Feng Qi’s mouth twitched, "You’d rather be eaten yourself than part with that bit of chocolate and candy?"
Little Taotie snorted twice, "I just can’t bear it."
Feng Qi tried hard to persuade her, but the little girl just covered her ears.
Feng Qi decided to give up, and suddenly asked, "Where is Hua Jinyan?"
