90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 239: Amnesia

Outside the earthen house, the cool breeze swished.

The entire Qingyi Townsmen surrounded the earthen house at this moment.

But among them, there were no young people.

Only old people and children.

But this did not affect the mood of these people...

"Grandpa, grandpa, what the hell is going on? These grasses are so strange; they grow too fast." A little girl looked at the situation in front of her without panic, on the contrary, because she knew less, this girl was more of a surprise as if she had discovered a world. She was very happy with a thick smile on her face when she spoke.

"It's the same as on TV!"

"Could this be the Seventy-Two Changes Art of Monkey King?"

"I think there must be a deity living in it, maybe it's the Earth Deity."

It had to be said that the imagination of these children was very powerful.

Their voices were crisp and extremely active.

But those old people were different...

One by one they frowned.

Their eyes widened.

All their eyes were filled with surprise and shock.

"Everything is restored, divine power... this must be divine power." An old man's voice trembled.

"I thought I had heard it wrong, now that the owner of this earthen house is really back."

"Who has seen his appearance?"

"Who is it..."

These old people wanted to figure out the identity of the person inside.

And also strange enough, these people, when standing here... no one remembered that in Qingyi Town earlier, a teenager in a white shirt walked leisurely.

Even if they remembered, one even connected that boy with this earthen house's owner.

Only among the crowd, the old man holding Wang Ying's hand knew the answers to those questions.

But he did not stay long.

When the crowd appeared...

He squeezed in quickly, ready to leave.

Just as the old man squeezed out of the crowd, a calm voice appeared in his mind, "After sending the boy away, tomorrow, you will come here alone."

The sound was very low.

Even though there were many people around here, he was the only one who could hear that voice.

However, this voice did not surprise the old man.

In contrast, he was also very plain.

"Yes, sir!" Opening his mouth, he answered softly.

"Grandpa...who are you talking to?" When Wang Ying heard this, he raised his head and asked his grandpa with a puzzled look.

The old man grinned, "When I get older, I always like to talk to myself, Little Ying... we will go back today, there are too many people, and I will take you to see someone tomorrow."

"Is that the uncle just now?" Wang Ying tilted his head.

The old man nodded, "Yes, it's him."

"Okay, okay... I didn't know that he lived in that house before. I broke the wall there with everyone. I didn't have time to apologize to him just now. Tomorrow, I will apologize to that uncle."

"It's already enough that you have this idea, that gentleman doesn't care." The old man shook his head slightly and smiled.

The two voices were not loud.

But the surrounding sounds were too mixed.

These words they said were almost instantly overwhelmed by the surrounding sounds, and no third person heard them.

...

In the earthen house, everything became brand new.

The decadent smell in the air had disappeared, replaced by a faint wood fragrance.

"It seems that what happened here today has shocked many people."

Ye Bei simply looked at the layout of the lobby, feeling the same as before, then nodded slightly and softly talked to himself.

After saying this, he flicked his clothes and walked in the direction of the new ancient zither in the lobby.

After he sat down, he raised his fingers and fiddled with the ancient zither lightly.

Punctually, a pleasant sound came from the zither.

The voice this time was completely different from when Ye Bei entered the door just now.

Outside the earthen house's door.

The group of residents who were talking about it rapidly became quieter when Ye Bei played the first note.

In front of the door, the closest was a woman.

She had gray hair and a gully face. She looked like she was at least ninety years old.

She was holding a cane with her dry hands.

As the notes sounded, her wide-eyed eyes gradually closed. Her original astonished expression gradually returned to calmness, even the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

She thought of her youth.

She remembered when she was young, chasing sunshine, chasing freedom, chasing the young man she adored.

The notes continued.

As the vast river of years was washing.

In just a few seconds, the woman seemed to have seen her entire life.

There was an elderly man in front of the house.

The old man's mouth was full of white beards.

He had dark skin.

His body looked thin and weak.

But there was a bit of vitality hidden in the dry skin.

When he heard the note, he narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly.

At this moment, he remembered when he was young, playing barefoot by the river... From time to time, he picked up stones and threw them into the lake.

He remembered that when he was young, he always liked to bully some girls in order to make them cry and make jokes about them.

He remembered that when he was young, in order to pursue the girl he liked, he traveled across several cities and took dozens of hours on the train just to meet her.

There were bitterness and sweetness in memory.

Those memories were so real...

As the memory continued to drift, the expression on the old man's face also continued to change.

Similar to the two of them.

The same thing applied to the hundreds of people surrounding this earthen house.

Even those children were plunged into memories.

Some old people were obsessed with their memories.

Some children were giggling.

An old man looked dull.

A child was squatting on the ground with a smile between his eyebrows.

Some old people were caught in some painful moments, and the corners of their eyes were whirling.

Some children thought of the experience of being beaten, but also squeezed out tears.

But

Regardless of the performance of these people, the note was always the same, even with magical power.

As if clear chords were flowing through the ears, sometimes tender and gentle like a spring breeze, sometimes beating like fire.

Just a simple note...

But instantly brought everyone into the rich, delicate and charming natural world.

Like the melancholy brought by love.

Like the sadness brought by fallen leaves.

This feeling was amazing...

Unknowingly, everyone on the scene was brought in.

And

Although the notes remained the same, but when everyone heard this sound, their inner feelings were all different.

Just

As time went by

With the continuous beating of the notes.

With that crying, complaining, euphemistic, drunken syllable sped up

These people at the scene, after indulging in, didn't realize that their memories were also being cleansed quietly. The memory of Ye Bei, the legend of this earthen house, was gradually disappearing