Reborn Conceited Soldier

The little guy said, "I knew it would be her. It should be only the two of you who are frequent customers in this restaurant. There aren't many people who have the time to come to the restaurant now, it's just …"    

When the young man said this, he stopped talking. There was a look of unexplainable bitterness on his face. Han Qing did not pursue the topic. He simply smiled and continued to read the book, "A Hundred Years of Solitude".    

Towards the name Han Qing, the owner of the teahouse was a middle-aged man in his forties with the surname Chen. He had asked before, because he was a local. He was very clear on the surname 'Han'. This street definitely did not exist, but Han Qing did not answer him.    

Maybe he didn't need anyone to know him, he just needed a stable environment.    

"Han Qing …" Cold and cold … "Hahaha!" He bitterly smiled in his heart. This was not his name, but just finding a name to stay at this place. Since he had woken up three months ago, he had come here and left everything behind. He knew that he did not have much time, and this might be his only chance.    

Sikong Banyu's heart became heavier as he thought about what happened half a year ago with Evil Venerable and Hong Jun's Third Soul. According to his conjecture, the power of the palm from the Third Soul had already reached at least the peak of the third source, and that was only the strength of the Third Soul. If Hong Jun were to merge his two souls together, his strength would definitely increase greatly.    

Then, not to mention the world of Earth, even in terms of Vermillion Bird Continent, he would be an unrivalled expert. Logically speaking, there was no possibility of him surviving such a palm strike, but in the end, other than losing a lot of his vitality, there wasn't much damage to his body. This was considered a blessing in misfortune.    

"Looks like the Spirit of Heaven-earth secretly protected me that time. Otherwise, things wouldn't have been so simple, it was just …"    

Spirit of Heaven-earth pulled his spirit into this world to deal with Hong Jun. However, the current Hong Jun was so strong that it made people tremble. As for himself? His cultivation was only at the peak of the intermediate stage of the Immortal Realm, and his fighting strength was barely comparable to someone with Half-step Realm Lord. Although it was already very rare, it was still nothing in front of Hong Jun.    

"Hong Jun's soul fusion needs a certain amount of time, this is my only chance. However … "Han Qing …"    

He didn't know why, but Sikong Banyu felt that the fake name he gave himself didn't seem to have a special meaning to it. It was just that he didn't even know what it was.    

"Stay..." I hope we have enough time! "    

"Elder Han, how do you know my name?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted Sikong Banyu's thoughts. He looked up and saw a smartly dressed young woman on the table across from him. She had ordered a glass of juice and a hamburger.    

The woman was extremely eye-catching. She had a pretty face and a proud figure. She appeared to be in her twenties, but her expression was calm and she didn't have a smile on her face. A hint of worry seemed to lock onto her smile, causing her to be unable to reveal even the slightest bit of it.    

"Eh?" When Sikong Banyu saw this girl, he couldn't help but to look outside. He saw that the street lights outside had lit up at some point, and the darkness in the sky was slowly pressing down. It was almost dusk.    

Unexpectedly, so much time had passed since he fell into deep thought.    

"Elder Han?" Seeing that Sikong Banyu didn't say anything, the woman picked up a potato chip in her hand and continued to ask as she ate: "Are you trying to show your loneliness? But you haven't reached a hundred years yet. "    

Sikong Banyu came back to his senses and smiled, "Although this book is called 'Lone Hundred Years of Solitude', but it doesn't mean that you will only feel lonely after a hundred years. But I just wanted to get to know what it means to be alone in advance, in case I don't know how to bear this loneliness after a hundred years. "    

"A hundred years from now, hehe …" That was too far. Who knew if he could live that long? He didn't even know if there would be any accidents if he walked out today. Car accident? A sudden fatal disease? The street bums starved and robbed? A dog with a virus came up and bit you? "    

The woman shook her head, with an indescribable gloom in her eyes: "So to see what loneliness looks like after a hundred years, we'd better wait until then! I want to wait until then, even if I don't look at it now, I'll understand. Oh... "Oh right, you didn't tell me just now. How did you know my name?"    

"Your name? Stay? "    

"Mm …" "Liu Xia."    

Sikong Banyu smiled and said, "If I told you that I don't know your name and that I'm talking about the ones that were left behind, would you believe me?"    

"Oh?" Liu Xia looked at Sikong Banyu and said nonchalantly, "I believe you. Anyway, this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Elder Han, to what extent have you seen the loneliness of the Buendia clan today? "    

The first time Liu Xia saw this "One Hundred Years of Solitude", she took the initiative to talk to Sikong Banyu. Sikong Banyu could see that Liu Xia had read the book and understood it as well.    

"No matter where you go, remember that the past is fake, that memory is an endless road, that all the past springtime is gone, and that even your most tenacious and frenzied love is ultimately a fleeting reality."    

After reading a paragraph in the book, Sikong Banyu looked up at Liu Xia and said, "I see here. How lonely do you think they should be?"    

Liu Xia said, "Oh …" At least I don't think they know what true loneliness is now. The snow and ice have melted everything, and under all that there is no loneliness, just loneliness. I remember someone saying that when there is no longer any love or being loved in one's heart, there is only loneliness. And when there is love and being loved, even when there is only a trace, they are still lonely and have not reached loneliness. "    

"Is that so? "Haha …" Sikong Banyu shrugged and said, "You're like a philosopher, you know so much about life."    

"Philosophers?" Liu Xia paused and was about to say something when she suddenly turned her head to look outside. A car was slowly driving by and stopped at the side of the street. She gently put down the French fries in her hand as if she was under some unknown pressure. She slowly stood up, picked up her bag and walked towards the door with heavy steps.    

"I should go, Old Man Han. Goodbye."