Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 153 Change

There are always more unfortunate things in this world.

Lin Guang had heard this most obvious truth a long time ago, but in the past hundreds of years, he had never taken it to heart or kept it in mind.

If you don't summarize your experience and learn lessons from the past, you are destined to fall into the same trap in the future. This is the natural price to pay.

So that's the price.

It makes sense and is natural.

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Flower Street is not a very interesting place. Lin Guang had this speculation since he first came here a long time ago, because everything here is exposed to the light of the lights and sparks, and all the darkness will be captured by the eyes of ghosts. He was curious about this place because he didn't know enough about it before, and later he felt a sense of freshness because of the various human beings.

But after that, after measuring this territory with my feet and understanding everything here, after witnessing the multifaceted nature and changes of humans and even ghosts, curiosity was satisfied and the novelty gradually disappeared.

Life became dull again.

Lingguang realized belatedly that everything seemed to be changing, even he himself was changing. In the past, when there was nothing to do, the days passed one by one, and he never felt anything. He could just sit there quietly, looking at a vase or a tree for a whole day. He could give the whole night to a star that he could not recognize or remember.

But now, such days are a little hard to bear. Human beings come and go before his eyes. Every day he looks at all kinds of human beings, but he does not feel that his heart is still full. He does not feel interesting because of being busy. He feels bored. Faintly, the wasteland in his heart is wriggling, and dead grass called irritability grows from under the dust.

He was used to a more interesting life, and after seeing everything better, it seemed difficult for him to return to his original state of having nothing to ask for. He wanted to make friends, and wanted someone to talk to him or do something with him. He was clearly aware that it would be difficult for him to accept such a boring life calmly, numbly and frankly as before.

This was a very novel experience, and it was Jifutaro who helped him realize this.

"You're like a cat that sees a mouse running around. Your ears stand up, your tail wags, and every claw scratches the ground restlessly."

When he was sitting by the wall, the man walked over to him and squatted down. His tone was as lazy as usual, and his hoarse voice was full of teasing.

Lin Guang didn't understand the teasing at first. He just raised his head in confusion, and when he met Jifutaro's eyes, the other laughed.

"Like a ghost smelling thin blood."

This metaphor sounds harder to agree with, but it is easier to understand. Ghosts crave flesh and blood. If we use human food as an analogy, rare blood is a delicacy. For Rinkou, this metaphor is like saying that he is a child who can't move his legs when he sees a roadside candy stall.

His eyes were fixed on the candies on the table, and he didn't notice that he was holding the adult's hand tightly, and he also forgot that he was about to move forward.

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This is a very novel experience, Lin Guang thought.

He had lived a long, long time, a life only a handful of ghosts could outlive. These long years had enriched his experience, but not his mind. He had always been a child, no matter who knew him.

From appearance to inner, from heart to behavior.

Time seemed to have forgotten him in that moonlit room, with blood all over the floor and a woman's body. In the moonlight, the man stretched out his hand to him and spoke with a smile.

"Rinko. Your name."

No matter how far he walked, he seemed to be running along a predetermined route, his goal always being to catch that outstretched hand.

His little head couldn't remember too many things, too many people, or accommodate too many emotions, so he didn't care whether he was just going around in circles or being led to some unknown place.

Stagnation cannot be said to be a bad thing. At least it represents stability and means that everything is still the most familiar situation to everyone. It is like a signal of safety.

But this doesn't mean that change is a bad thing.

I once held his hand tightly and then let it go. He once ran into the wilderness alone, feeling his own freedom. He also once held someone else's hand and walked a certain distance together.

Although he continued to move forward under the force of the wind at first, he was no longer led in a one-way direction by the other party. He also tried to grab that hand, trying to keep someone.

Change is not a bad thing. This attempt has brought him a lot of gains, many of which he can remember and treasure, and pour out from the box in his heart on a starry night to savor quietly.

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"So this is a good thing?"

He asked the prostitute Taro, and also asked himself.

Is change a good thing? He walked out of that room and deviated from the established route. Is such a change, such an idea, and such an action correct?

Jifutaro looked at him with drooping eyelids, looking listless, but his eyes didn't say that. His gaze lingered for a long time, as if he could see through his heart, and through layers of defense, he saw the boy sitting in the room with his head down and hugging himself, surrounded by the troubles jumping in front of him, at a loss.

"That's up to you. If you think it's good, then it's good. If you think it's bad, even if the whole world says it's good, it's still just garbage."

The question was thrown back, it always seemed difficult for him to get something, but he seemed to get something, such as a touch and a messy head of hair that looked like a bird's nest.

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Tips: This is very stream-of-consciousness, I don't know if I've expressed it clearly, but essentially I want to summarize Rinkou's changes. He started out not caring about anything, thinking that as long as it didn't affect him and his world, it would be fine. But he gradually realized that he couldn't completely stabilize his world by himself (it was exhausting), so Rinkou had to walk out of that closed room and began to understand that there was more than just him in this world.

To put it another way, it's like little Rinko who always thought the world had nothing to do with him, that he had his own little world, where he kneaded clay figurines, thinking that since he was creating his own world, no one would bother him. But when his clay figurines were broken, he realized that his little world wasn't off-limits to anyone, and that he wasn't the only one in the world. It felt something like that.