Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 105 Our Past Story

Meanwhile, Mo Wunian and the others returned to the outside world. The cold air made him shiver involuntarily, and he couldn't help but shake his head at the sight of the snow-covered landscape before him.

"Changli is really..."

"Don't assume you know everything and make arbitrary arrangements... there are always variables."

He himself is a huge variable, not to mention the hooded man whose identity is unknown but who loves to cause trouble.

"...The key is vibrating..."

"However, this fluctuation is clearly different from before... a hood?"

He still remembered who gave him this key—it was created by the Lord of the Tide, countless years ago, to stabilize his frequency.

But now that key contains that guy's frequency... it's incredibly complex.

After calming down and carefully explaining, he seemed to hear a very vulgar phrase, and the last sentence—

Help me, Mo Wunian!

"..."

His fists clenched, his mind racing as he frantically tried to decide which side to help:

Should we solve Jinxi's problem and save Jinzhou first... or go help someone whose true identity he doesn't even know?

His reason kept telling him not to blindly help someone whose stance was unclear, but his emotions kept urging him to choose that person.

"Mo Wunian, are you alright now?"

"Come back to Rainbow Town with us first, and we'll tell you what happens next. We probably don't need to worry about Changli."

Chao looked at Mo Wunian, who seemed to be pondering something, and had a feeling that something bad was about to happen again.

"Chao, you know we lost contact for a while a long time ago?"

"You should know about the token Sanhua gave me back then; I told you about the situation then."

"The creations of the Year Lord also possess a portion of the power of time..."

"So what are you going to do now?"

Chao frowned; he understood the unspoken meaning perfectly—they wanted to run away again.

"..."

I once made a promise to someone.

"Even though I can't remember exactly, I should still do it."

"……sorry"

He already knew how to meet that person, and having mastered space and time, he could do much more than that.

So... he just came to tell the two people in front of him that he was leaving.

This is just a notification.

"..."

Looking at the somewhat aggrieved Chao in front of him, who resembled a little black cat about to be abandoned again, Mo Wunian selectively ignored her and looked at Jin Xi.

He slowly reached out and enveloped the other person in a unique space. Seeing that Jin Xi still seemed a little confused, he simply began to explain.

"This layer of space is meant to protect you. Even if you fail in your fight with the Lord of the Year for that thing, this layer will still protect you."

"If I didn't have other things to do, I'd like to see if I could manipulate the flow of time here to solve the problem directly."

"...Although none of you want me to be exposed to these things, there's nothing I can do about it."

People always have to make sacrifices.

Seeing the thread on his wrist reappear, he didn't give the other party another chance, cleanly and decisively tossing out the key from his spatial storage.

The flow of time in his hand surged instantly, the authority of space dividing this stretch of time. Closing his eyes, he seemed to see that silver-blue stream of light pass overhead, taking a step forward, space shifting—

"...This space feels strangely familiar."

"It doesn't resemble the space that person pulled me into back then..."

"I remember now! Isn't this the place Qiu Shui asked me to go back then?! How come it's still useful after all this time?!"

He stood up from the ground and saw that the silk thread on his wrist was still there, knowing that he had ultimately not escaped someone's clutches.

However, considering that they also had their own things to do and probably wouldn't come looking for him, he put the matter aside.

Upon entering the secret realm, he examined the surroundings. It was completely different from when he and Qiu Shui had entered last time. Many places that had been messed up had been cleaned up and were much tidier.

And perhaps because he had granted all permissions last time, there were many places that had been touched by others.

"A note? What's written on it?"

Walking to the table in the center, I saw a note that was clearly not there when I came before. Curious, I picked it up and examined it.

When you see this note, it means you've already come to help me!

But before that, let's play games together like before.

Do you remember my favorite item from before? You used to like to play it for me when I had nightmares.

Now, just like before, lift your head and stroke it for me.

She blinked, somewhat bewildered, not understanding why the hooded man was involved in this kind of thing.

Is it really polite to ask someone with no memory to look for something?

"...And I don't remember ever playing any musical instruments or anything like that. I never had the time to learn those things before."

He stood up, holding the note, and looked around, but couldn't see anything related to musical instruments. He shook his head, somewhat bewildered.

"I came here to help him... why do I have to do this kind of thing?"

"Where are they?"

That's what he said, but he still habitually cooperated with that person in the game.

"look up……"

After carefully analyzing the contents of the note, he caught a crucial moment and looked up.

But there wasn't even a light in this space, and you couldn't see anything when you looked up.

"No, what's hanging by the door... is that a wind chime?"

Gazing at the wind chimes, the decorations were simple, made of some unknown material shaped into star forms and hanging there. It was clear that they were well-preserved, and even looked like they had been treated recently.

And it seems like these were put up temporarily... they weren't there last time I came.

"...This is such an obvious attempt to deflect blame!"

Despite his complaints, his hands still went over and stroked the wind chimes. The clear, crisp sound instantly calmed him down.

At the same time, the moment he touched the wind chimes, a faint silver-blue light entered his body, and fragmented memories instantly surfaced in his mind.

"...Lately, I keep having strange dreams at night..."

It's so painful... so hopeless...

I'm scared.

"...Is that so? Maybe you've been studying too much lately and are under a lot of pressure?"

I'll make you a wind chime, so even if I'm too busy to be with you at night, you won't be afraid anymore when the wind chime rings.

He seemed to see a very young child sitting next to a white-haired man, holding a book in his hands, looking as if he had been studying not long ago.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man quickly devised a solution in his mind. He carefully selected several items from the mountain of materials piled on the table, and after a few moments of work, a delicate wind chime was completed. He then gently handed the wind chime to the other person.

The sound of wind chimes brings peace of mind every night.

"..."

His memory ended there, and the wind chimes vanished from his sight, leaving behind a note.

Hmm~ It seems this little problem can't stop you at all.

Then I'll have to present something more challenging.

You used to tell me stories all the time. Even though there are a lot of books here, I'm sure you can find the one you used to tell me stories about, right?

I believe in you~

Coming back to reality from her recent reverie, she looked at the note in her hand with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Are those... my lost memories?"

"...Never mind, let's go find some books first."

"But there are so many books here... how am I supposed to find what I'm looking for?"

My gaze shifted to the wall of books on one side, which was piled high with all sorts of books. I placed the note in my palm and quickly walked over to it, beginning my search—

"Bang-"

He had barely started making a move when he heard something fall. Turning around, he saw a book land precisely on a chair beside him. He practically screamed, "I'm what you're looking for!"

"..."

He squinted and picked up the book: the cover was simple, just a layer of red cloth covering it, and the title was simply "Story," which seemed rather careless.

As he slowly turned the page, another stream of silver-blue light rushed into his body, and yet another memory appeared before him.

You promised to tell me the sequel to the story tonight! You can't go back on your word!

[And you haven't had a break in ages, don't think I don't know!]

Tell me your story and then sleep here! No arguments allowed...

Two familiar faces: the white-haired man was being pulled to the bedside by the child beside him, while the other man stubbornly refused to let him go, tugging at his sleeve and looking pitifully at him.

The white-haired man seemed somewhat helpless, but ultimately nodded in resignation, and a book slowly appeared in his hand.

Okay, I can't go back on my word.

Where did we leave off last time...?

[The one where Nian Nian named the sword technique she learned "Basic Sword Techniques"!]

"Hmm... let's begin..."

After a series of trials, Nian Nian finally mastered swordsmanship and humbly named it "Basic Swordsmanship"...

Then, in order to save everything he wanted to save... he embarked on a brand new journey...

The sound gradually faded into the distance, until he could hear nothing at all, only seeing the bright eyes of the child lying on the bed.

And the faint smile on the lips of that seemingly emotionless man.

Coming to his senses, he found the book had transformed into another slip of paper. Without hesitation, he continued examining it, sensing that the game was nearing its end.

[You still haven't given me an ending to this fairy tale. Someone like you who stops updating and doesn't finish the story is truly malicious!]

So when are you going to come home and finish telling me...?

I miss you so much

But... if you want to play outside for a while longer before coming back, then go ahead and play for a bit longer.

Take a good break and relax.

[At the end of this game... I'll give you the key to go home.]

If you're unhappy out there... come back to me!

The note in his hand vanished, and the silver-blue streak of light reappeared before his eyes. Seeing that he was still standing there motionless, it jumped around anxiously a couple of times, then rushed over and rubbed against him.

With a touch of helplessness, he grasped the other in his palm, watching the tiny specks of light wriggle and tumble within, seemingly playfully teasing him. A strange feeling welled up inside him.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"After all, I abandoned someone for you, so lead the way."

He mentioned someone briefly, and then he saw the point of light bounce off his face, then shake slightly in dissatisfaction.

But after hearing his choice clearly, it excitedly flew around him once before leading the way.

Following that silver-blue streak of light, the feeling was different from when he chased that golden streak of light:

He was chasing after that golden stream of light, but that silver-blue stream of light was forever waiting for him.

The other person led him to the center of the desk, where the box was the very thing that had nearly ripped out his heart when he was ambushed and taken into another dimension.

But this time, he still chose to believe the stream of light, and reached out to open the box.

There was no delivery, and nothing complicated; just some simple paper.

Most of them have been destroyed; only a small portion of the writing is still legible.

Gently pick up the papers, and then begin to decipher the writing on them.

[...This timeline observation failed...it was fundamentally flawed...]

Even if I intervene again, there's nothing I can do...

Perhaps we should have gone to Ima Province sooner to prepare medicine to deal with the anomaly...

"No, if I go too early, no one will believe me...and the crucial evidence won't appear until a later timeline..."

Therefore, it's crucial to find the right opportunity... both key moments need to occur simultaneously...

【…】

Let's create a new timeline.

It's just... letting time reshape me again.

He frowned, set the page aside, but the next moment he saw it swallowed by the silver-blue light.

It was exceptionally clean; nothing was left behind.

"???"

"You just swallowed it like that! I wanted to see if I could deduce anything from it!"

He grabbed the other person in a hurry, and the streak of light didn't dodge, but was simply caught in his palm. But when he saw the silver-blue light shrink back into his palm, looking utterly innocent, his anger suddenly dissipated.

He only found this place because the other person brought him here, so let him eat whatever he likes.

Letting go of the other person, I continued to examine the next sheet of paper. This time, the content was significantly different; the style was completely different.

[...How should I raise a child...I've never done it before...]

Three years old is a crucial period for growth, a time to study hard... Four years old is a crucial period for reading, if you don't work hard now it will be too late... Five years old is also a crucial period, otherwise...

[...This stuff is unreliable. Why would such a young child need to learn so much?]

[Besides, changing the world doesn't require him... I can do it all myself.]

So...does he need to eat?

What should I eat if I want to eat something...?

"...Maybe I should go out and ask those people...though I don't want to get involved with them anymore..."

But since he was born because of me... I have to take good care of him.

Even if...

He was born from my despair.

The sudden change in style caught Mo Wunian off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned. He looked at the scene several more times, confirming that the content remained the same, and felt surrounded by question marks.

"Why has the art style changed so drastically...? The last one was discussing saving the world..."

"Why are you suddenly raising children?"

"That's outrageous!"

But the next moment, the note in his hand was swallowed up by the silver-blue light once again. He was already used to this. Just as he was about to look for anything else, he did see the silver-blue light circle around him...

Then it rushed into his body.

[“Ding! The 288th review has been approved—”]

(Please elevate yourself, so that the world may continue)

Come home often, come home often...

Remember to come back and see me! I'll always be there for you—

They're all waiting for you here!

He blinked, somewhat bewildered, and checked to see if anything seemed to be wrong. Just as he was wondering what the approval meant, he suddenly felt a distortion in space.

Turning around, he saw the space on the other side twist and open a door, and a familiar white figure rushed towards him—

She threw herself into his arms.

"Help me! Mo Wunian!"