Chapter 794 Seven hundred and ninety-three

Chapter 794 Chapter seven hundred and ninety-three · “I’m waiting for a spring (end (“Yulong” leader plus more)

Fiery pain came from all the limbs.

Between the data of 0 and 1, the central building collapsed in the shock. The sky screamed and the atmosphere cracked. Bricks and tiles of the building…are all flying in the strong wind.

Su Mingan fell from a high altitude, and the first ray of dawn spilled into the city-state through the gap, like a dawn rain in the daytime.

He fell down with Lin Guang in his arms, and the sun rushed in, carving their blood-stained clothes. Amidst the shock, every inch of sunlight entered his pupils.

He couldn’t see the situation of the city-state clearly, nor could he see the bricks and stones splashing around him. The endless flow of 0 and 1 data around Lin Guang made the two of them fall slowly, as if they were floating in a long white river.

Lin Guang’s white hair was flying like liquid silver. Even the Hanfu is rising upwards.

He looked at Su Mingan with dazed and confused eyes, as if separated by a thin barrier. The helpless sadness and regret burned like fireworks in those pale eyes.

“Luvis…” Lin Guang called out in a low voice, as if his chest was full of sea water in this call.

Su Mingan stared into Lin Guang’s eyes, re-examining this soul.

“‘Love’ is… what?” Lin Guang’s eyes were almost pleading.

He puts his hand over his heart:

“Is love hopelessness?”

Put your finger on the bandaged gunshot wound again.

“Is love pain?”

Followed by his sad eyes.

“Is love going to die?”

Sorrow swept over him like a hurricane. He obviously asked so many people, but he still couldn’t find the answer.

He simply cannot support a person with complete logic. So he is strong and fragile, naive and cruel, sensitive and dull, like a tree growing backwards.

When he saw Luvis being elected to the altar by the people, he could only watch it from a distance in the City of Gods. When he saw Luvis silently accepting everyone’s anger, how much he wished…

—For a split second, he could come to him.

His white hair was entangled in the wind, like a long night drifting in the color of snow, and there was misty misty sadness in his eyes.

Su Mingan’s eyebrows trembled, and he suddenly knew how to answer Lin Guang. He replied—

“Lin Guang. What you are doing now is ‘love’.”

Lin Guang stared blankly at the look in Su Mingan’s eyes.

It’s this…extremely vivid expression again, an expression he can’t understand. For a person like him who was born in a black shell, he couldn’t touch the expression.

He felt a scorching pain on his body, not from those wounds, but he felt that he was actually being held by Luvis, making him about to be scalded.

He hugged his friend tighter, as if hugging a fire that would burn him out, like the desire of primitive humans for flames.

His dark Hanfu was gradually stained with a viscous transparent color, like a black rose fading away. The body shape gradually faded, as if it was about to merge into the sky.

Program’s mission is over, he is disappearing.

“Lin Guang—wait, didn’t you say you wanted to stay? Didn’t you say you wanted to learn Long Guo characters for me? Didn’t you say you would send me Spring Festival couplets every year? And tea, you haven’t tried it with sulfuric acid yet. Why didn’t you stop soaking?” Su Mingan noticed that Lin Guang was becoming transparent: “Wait a minute…”

Obviously… He only knew what Lin Guang had experienced in the past, and what kind of pain Lin Guang had endured. why so soon…

They’ve only been friends for a minute.

His eye sockets suddenly became sore, this feeling is not the same as the loss before.

It seems that I saw a story really come to an end and wrote the ending.

If you want to wear Hanfu, you can wear it, I won’t make a mistake again.

How far have you learned Long Guozi? Will you make typos again? I haven’t seen it yet.

Didn’t you say that you developed fried strawberries? It doesn’t sound very tasty, but I might be able to try it.

I promise to be your friend, Lin Guang, I promise.

You are not Lu Shu, really.

You are Lin Guang, the unique Lin Guang.

Although it is too late.

The layout that cannot be said, the wall-facer who is tight-lipped, the program that cannot understand love, the 0321 whose nature has been distorted by the gods…

This friendship came too late.

The air was dyed a light gray with black spots, and their reflections flickered on the neon signs of tall buildings, like glowing shells.

Among the bricks and tiles flying all over the sky, Lin Guang’s hug was very tight, as if he wanted to squeeze his strength into his ribs, and his ten fingers were as hard as steel hoops. Even hugging is extremely aggressive.

“[I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.]” He whispered:

“[I give you the core of myself that I have tried to preserve—the core that does not make sentences with words, that does not trade with dreams, that is not touched by time, joy, and adversity.]”

“[I give you an interpretation of your life, a theory about yourself, your real and amazing existence. I give you my loneliness, my darkness, my heart’s hunger.]”

“[I tried to impress you with confusion, danger, failure.]”

“Luvis, I’m just a program.”

“I know.” Su Mingan’s voice was mixed with bitterness: “I know.”

“But Luvis, if I’ve been the coldest program from the start, without self-thinking, curiosity, and emotion-”

“If only I could make perfect countermeasures according to the program from the beginning. Instead of such a half-finished product that is almost human—”

“It will fail, it will be hurt, it will be touched, it will have a backlog of sludge-like emotions, it will be imperfect, incomplete, regrettable, like a mirror image…”

Lin Guang’s voice trembled:

“—If I was a perfect trap program from the beginning, I don’t have the memories and defects of ‘Lin Guang’ and ‘Lu Shu’ like I do now…”

There is almost broken struggle in his eyes:

“—Will I not feel sad like now?”

From the past to the present, from the present to the future. So many lamp holders walked towards Su Mingan. Someone turned into a white bird flying high on the clock tower, someone became a monument, someone slept under the lotus pond, someone jumped off the cliff for him, and someone drove out the ice-blue manjusawa…

And what will he be?

A piece of data that leaves nothing behind?

“You were never him.” Su Mingan said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t have his memory, you are you.”

“Is he that good?” Even if Lin Guang didn’t say who “he” was, the two of them would understand.

Su Mingan nodded.

“I’m fine too.” Lin Guang said.

Su Mingan nodded again.

Of course you are fine.

Among the crumbling bricks and stones, their black and white hair rose high, like the shadows of butterflies flying. The dawn of new life sprinkled from the cracks in the masonry and into the pupils of every city-state resident.

The Hanfu rubbed against the blood-stained robe, like a pair of butterflies dancing in the air. The two of them were covered in sunlight. Even though they were falling, they seemed to be living with the dawn.

They are slowly falling in the long river of 0 and 1 data, as if they are swimming in this cycle of time.

“Am I your friend?”

—and Lin Guang said in Su Mingan’s ear:

“Is it a friend you don’t regret?”

Maybe it’s been a long time, or maybe it’s just a moment.

Su Mingan responded in a low voice:

“yes.”

Lin Guang smiled slightly on his stiff face:

“thanks.”

“Although I still don’t understand…what is ‘love’.”

“I kind of want to cry.”

“If I was the one who met you first, if I didn’t have the hint of ‘Faction Boss’ on my body, if I hadn’t been twisted into this by the gods, would it be possible for us to become friends earlier?”

“…”

Su Mingan’s eyes trembled.

Then he responded firmly:

“yes.”

You who are not covered with haze, you who have no mud in your eyes.

I can learn decades of tea making, Long Guo characters, painting, and flute music for my friends’ preferences—you are so firm, you are so eager for friendship, and you are so pure and innocent.

If in the beginning, I really met you like that.

I will definitely become friends with you.

…but no ifs.

At the end of the disappearance, the two landed on the ground. Amidst the cracking of the earth and the splashing of bricks and tiles, Lin Guang tremblingly took out a bamboo flute.

The quiet sound of the flute came from his lips, and he thought of all the experiences he had with Luvis. He didn’t have time to play the flute music written in forty years to Luvis one by one, so he only played the original “Missing”.

At that time, a white-haired representative stood at the door of the garden villa in District 11. The white grid surrounded the lights that lit up during the day, illuminating the clear water brilliantly, like a long bridge of water and light. bridge.

The pure white hair of the walker rises with the wind, like frost and snow that has not melted for a thousand years.

A gust of wind moves.

The two from forty years ago looked at each other.

—As if it is eternity.

Su Mingan let out a trembling laugh.

Lin Guang smiled slightly, like a spring breeze on the snow.

His figure is becoming more and more transparent, like a bubble that is about to burst, including that pale face, those fluttering white hair…all are dissipating irresistibly, like a butterfly that is gradually shattering.

He played the flute, his voice became lower and lower, but there was joy in his eyes that almost ignited—

Luvis.

—I learned how to make friends using Lu Shu’s model. When I first met, I expressed my joy to my friends and hoped that you would become the light in my life.

—I treat your enemies with the tone of Lu Shu, scolding those who hate you.

—I use Lu Shu’s tea art and Lu Shu’s favorite pet to meet you.

—I use Lu Shu’s hair color, Lu Shu’s similar figure, and Lu Shu’s paranoia and confusion to face this cruel world. You even paid attention to me just because I am similar to Lu Shu.

I’m not Lu Shu, and I don’t even belong to life itself. I hate being admitted wrong the most, but the irony is that everything about me is based on “being admitted wrong”.

There is no direction and bottom line to stick to, no blank paper of life.

Like I don’t understand why you’re so upset right now.

…It seems like I’m going to cry.

“…will never be alone again.”

Lin Guang’s flute paused, and there was a cry in his voice. He clings closer to Su Ming’an, as if this can become a real life:

“…someone is holding me.”

…

“Woooooooh—”

The last syllable comes from the flute.

Then there was a bang, and the bamboo flute rolled down.

Su Mingan felt a lightness in his arms, and suddenly a butterfly flew beside him, small and flame-like. It surrounds him longingly, like a gentle fire.

Perhaps it was an illusion brought about by exhaustion. He saw that the top was no longer falling bricks and stones, but ginkgo leaves falling down. Rong Yuye licked his shirt inch by inch, the light was so warm that it made people feel dizzy.

Then, he saw a very big Samoyed.

A big dog with pure white fur stands under the ginkgo tree, crimson butterflies dance around it, magenta from the sky kisses its fur, it seems to be dyed by sunlight.

And it holds its head up, like a lone wolf watching the dawn, maintaining a long-term unchanged posture, waiting under the tree forever, with bright eyes, as if waiting for someone.

It has been waiting for a long, long time… It has crossed the long-term public hatred, fear and sorrow, endured 2,300 simulated despair, confusion and loneliness, and has the most noble loyalty and persistence.

When Su Mingan met its gaze, it stared at him tightly.

“Wow.”

It barked at him.

It seems to be calling Luvis.

Dawn rises from a distance, showing the miracle of night turning into day. There seems to be a rooster crowing at dawn in the distance, one after another, singing a hundred harmony. Wisps of warm light fell from the sky inch by inch, illuminating all the darkness around Samoyed. Those dry grasses, those buds that haven’t bloomed, those little lives in the soil… slowly break through the ground and poke their heads out, enjoying the beauty of dawn.

They were protected from the cold rain overnight by the body of Samoyed, and finally ushered in a new life at the moment when the sun came, full of spring.

The Samoyed, who had been protected from the cold rain all night, shook off the heavy raindrops on his body, and slowly lowered his head.

Its frail body fell down little by little, its light-colored eyes closed little by little, and its white hair, which was condensed by sunlight, fluttered slightly in the wind.

“Wow.”

It barks weakly at Su Mingan again.

It seems to be saying goodbye to him.

When it fell, there was silence and solemnity all around.

The clouds and mist dissipated, and all the rivers seemed to gather in its eyes.

—At dawn, the Samoyed dies in the rain, while the creatures it protects live forever in the sun.

“Woooooooh—”

The flute stopped.

Su Mingan still maintains an embracing posture, as if embracing the sunshine of a whole city-state.

Grains of white light gently scattered from his cheeks, arms, and chest, like pure white butterflies. The Hanfu embroidered with pine and bamboo, the fluttering white hair, the pair of light-colored pupils staring at him closely… all have disappeared.

His throat choked, and he could no longer see the Samoyed in the illusion, nor the white-haired youth in reality.

His hands subconsciously tightened forward, but he couldn’t touch any body temperature.

“Lin Guang…?” He called softly, as if afraid of breaking something.

He lowered his head and looked into his arms, but couldn’t see anything.

Lin Guang disappeared. Only the fluttering, white light like a small butterfly grazed his hair and robe.

“Boom—!”

A bamboo flute rolled at his feet, engraved with a crooked line of Dragon Kingdom characters “replenish Luvis’s gift”.

“Lin Guang?”

Su Mingan called out again, the corners of his lips were soaked in bitterness:

“Lin Guang…?”

No response.

There is nothing in front of my eyes except the flying bricks and stones.

His new friends dissipate.

His vision began to blur, and uncontrollable tears welled up in his eyes, leaving only dazzling white in front of his eyes, like a ray of light deep in the mist.

A sharp sense of pain and loss permeated from the internal organs. He covered his face, and the sadness filled his cranial cavity, as if a hand had squeezed his heart tightly, and his eyes were full of hallucinations and double images that resonated.

“Lin…”

He uttered a word and took a heavy breath. His throat was sticky and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his head hurt as if it had been split open by a knife.

There is only a silver-white pistol carved with lilies and butterflies that fell to the ground in front of him. It seemed to have a pair of pale eyes, watching him.

…

【Luvis, go for a walk with me. 】

…

【Luvis, I want to be friends with you. I’ve learned a new tune and I want to play it to you. 】

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【Luvis, because I knew you were coming, I let every flower in the garden stay at the most beautiful moment. Spring is here, look! Spring is here, this is the spring I prepared for you! 】

…

【Luvis, when the war is over, I must become friends with you. 】

…

【Luvis, today’s lily blooms really well, I want to give it to you. 】

…

【Luvis…】

…

【Luvis…】

…

【Luvis. 】

【what is love? 】

…

…

Love is the courage to die for a person, a thing, or even a world.

Although that person doesn’t even have a name, appearance, or love. The friendship he craves, the care of Luvis, the human emotions and smiles do not belong to him either. The whole world including gods are treating him badly.

But in the end he chose love.

Silent and tragic, romantic and desperate.

…

what is love?

…

—Don’t ask.

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…

On that day, it rained all night in the two-dimensional world, and it stopped at the moment the bell rang.

That day, a beautiful, elf-like scarlet butterfly crossed the night sky, like tearing through the cracks in the night, carrying the flower fairy that brought spring.

People woke up from the resonance, raised their heads, embraced each other, and walked forward.

Only one person remained in place.

In this world, there is no white-haired young man who can call him “Luvis”, there is no Long Guo character he has not learned, his more than a thousand paintings, his unfinished drafts, and the flute music he has not played. And the tea that he didn’t improve.

His 40-year wait was over, he wrote 12,398 ginkgo leaf diaries, learned 6,537 Longguo Chinese characters, made 3,628 cups of tea, read 2,298 poems, drew 1,267 pictures about Luvis, and edited 287 nets…

That’s all he has left.

Summer insects are beyond words.

Live.

Carrying his memory, when the dawn is approaching, live.

This way, he never died. As a friend, he sincerely wishes him happiness forever.

what is love?

No need to ask.

…

…

After the white-haired youth dissipated, the surrounding buildings lost their hold, and bricks, rocks and broken tiles squeezed towards Su Mingan one after another.

Noel, who was standing not far away, saw Su Mingan standing motionless between the buildings.

“—Su Ming’an! Get away!” Noel shouted.

It seemed as if the slow-motion button was suddenly pressed on the surroundings. In Nuoer’s sight, Su Mingan fell forward slowly and slowly. With the dawn rising behind.

Su Mingan’s gaze froze for a moment in the morning light in the distance, as if he wanted to fix this morning in his retina forever, and then quickly lost his sight, lightly, his eyes scratched Nuoer.

The eyes gradually turned into nothingness, as if the color had suddenly faded.

Noel’s breathing stopped for a moment, and he almost thought he would drown in that look.

…why does he have a feeling.

… He seems to lose Su Mingan at any moment.

With a “plop”, Su Mingan fell into the rain, and the rain flooded his ears, his face was pale, like a gray-white corpse. If he died one day, it should be like this.

The invasion of rose blood, the long-term whispers of Tawei, the abuse of mental stabilizers, the emotional resonance of repeated self-mutilation, the tense mental pressure, and the pain of loss. A series of negative effects superimposed to make people suffocating.

He kept falling in drowsiness, like falling into the deep sea.

…

While in a coma, Su Mingan had a dream.

In the dream, a white-haired young man was holding an umbrella, waiting for him in the rain.

The rain dripped down the oil-paper umbrella, Su Mingan stepped forward, stood side by side with the white-haired young man, and looked at the ginkgo tree in the distance.

The silky spring rain fell on the leaves, rolling up the golden sky, like golden butterflies flying in the wind. Perhaps because of dreaming, Su Mingan’s thoughts were a little fuzzy, he didn’t know who the white-haired young man was, and he didn’t know why he dreamed of this young man.

“What’s your name?” Su Mingan asked.

“…” The white-haired young man answered him.

“What’s your name?” Su Mingan didn’t hear clearly, so he asked again.

“…” The white-haired young man answered him, still repeating the answer.

“I have asked you twice, every time you just said your name, I forgot.” Su Mingan was a little annoyed.

He suddenly felt his nose sore. It seems that it is a pity that the white-haired youth has no name.

The white-haired young man was slightly startled, but raised his lips and smiled.

He has a pair of light-colored pupils, white hair like flowing mercury, gentle and pure white temperament, like a smiling angel Samoyed who has not been stained with mud:

“It’s okay, I don’t have a name, and it’s okay.”

“As long as you are my friend.”

He approached and touched Su Mingan’s forehead with his forehead, as if to comfort him.

Although Su Mingan didn’t know the young man’s name, he thought that the young man must have a nice name.

He and the white-haired youth stood side by side in the rain, staring at the endless rain. The rain fell from the sky, sprinkled into the grass around them, and scattered the ginkgo leaf carpet all over the place.

The rain gathers and spreads everywhere, like white flowers in full bloom.

They waited for a long, long time until Su Mingan forgot why he was standing here.

Until the white-haired young man took out a bamboo flute and played it quietly. This is a tune that Su Mingan has never heard before, and the sound is crisp and pleasant.

…

So Su Mingan asked the white-haired youth:

“what are you waiting for?”

The white-haired young man raised his head when he heard the words, and the moonlight shone on his fluttering white hair, like melting the ever-lasting white snow on the top of the mountain.

Among the dark green mountains, a lone wild goose fluttered across the sky. Fly to the warm south.

When the first ray of sunlight hit the shoulders of the white-haired young man, his figure gradually dissipated, like a blown foam.

The white-haired young man smiled softly, and finally touched Su Mingan’s forehead with his forehead. There was no trace of impurity in that smile, as if it were a kind of pure happiness—

I can only see the sky full of dawn, like shooting stars in the daytime.

“Me.” He said before dissipating:

“I’m waiting for a spring…”

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【It’s great to meet you, Luvis. 】

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【Be friends with me, Luvis. 】

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【Be friends with me, Luvis. 】

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【friend. 】

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【friend. 】

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【Love. 】

【Love? 】

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(end of this chapter)