Chapter 180 Figures under the Night Cover

Wrapped in a thin blanket, Heshia sat by the electric stove in slippers, her beautiful black eyes looking at the orange heat source, occasionally in a daze.

"Sister Tilan, what do you think of this~" A lively footstep came, and three children around ten years old came to her side, holding the newly painted painting in their hands.

The picture was drawn with watercolor pens, and the style was very soulful. The messy lines probably required some kind of hallucination to see the content clearly. It was probably a black-haired little man holding a sword in his hand, flying in the sky, and below were various buildings tilted in all directions.

"This is the sister Tilan I drew. Do you think she looks like her?" The boy held up the painting, looking forward to the girl's answer, and there were snot bubbles on his nose.

"Wipe your nose first." The girl handed over two tissues and then looked at the painting.

She didn't want to hit the other party, but she couldn't say anything against her will.

'There is a lot of room for improvement, and the future is promising. '

"(＾－＾)V, yeah~ Sister Tilan praised me, hehe." He proudly showed off to his friends, then surrounded the girl and said he wanted her to take a photo as a souvenir, and then ran out with his companions.

Seeing the children running away, another aunt in the room spoke, "You really spoil them too much. Believe it or not, there will be several more who will ask you to draw in a few days."

"These children, this is..." Another aunt-level figure also echoed.

"I think they are not drawing, but they are really around Tilan. After all, Tilan's appearance is really the same. Painting is just a cover."

"Tilan, don't think the children are naive. They are so cunning." The two aunts in the room reminded the girl. After all, in their eyes, Tilan, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was still too young and immature. In fact, she was also a child who had not grown up.

"I know." Unable to resist the kindness of the elders, Tilan nodded, and then continued to lean on the chair, staring at the fire in a daze.

Sometimes she was very lazy, thinking nothing, just sitting quietly, letting her thoughts fly, and the orange stove in her eyes also added a bit of sleepiness.

Time passed unknowingly, and it had been a week since she came to her uncle's house. She gradually got used to the life here, and occasionally she would talk about her past life when asked by those aunts, which made people around her sigh.

"Your mother, Miss Gu Yongrong, was also very beautiful when she was a child. There were countless people pursuing her in Jielou City, and there were also many childhood sweethearts who grew up together, but in the end no one was chosen, but a stranger who had just met for a short time passed away. At that time, everyone thought she had passed away, and many people cried for it."

"Unexpectedly, the truth is another scene... It's a good thing that the eldest lady didn't die in that accident, but I didn't expect that outside, she was still..."

"Alas, look at my mouth, talking about sad things again."

"Nothing, I'm not so sad now." Heshia knew that she looked very similar to her mother, which easily aroused people's nostalgia.

After all, they had never seen themselves when they were young, and now they happened to look similar to their mother when she left, so it was easy to confuse and associate them.

It was another day, a rare day when the snow stopped.

Heshia, who had been sitting in the house for a long time, came out in a fleece winter skirt and long boots, walking outside in the snow, with several children of similar age.

First, they crossed the streets of the residential area, walked out of the urban area under construction, and headed towards the hills outside.

The mountain road was very flat, and traces of previous car traffic could be seen, but the main road was covered by snow and was not so obvious.

Several people walked through the snow pits of varying depths and came to the halfway point of the mountain, where they could overlook the entire city below and the gray wilderness in the distance.

"Tilan." The girl, who was a few years older than the girl, pointed to the wasteland in the distance and said.

"There will be a glass plantation there in the future, which can produce a lot of food. I will go there to work in the future." She is Gu Qianlou's second daughter and Heshia's cousin.

"Do you feel a little hopeless? After all, the eldest sister has begun to take over some affairs in the city." Her name is Gu Fanying. As for the eldest sister she mentioned, she is Gu Qianlou's eldest daughter, named Gu Fanqing. The two also have a younger brother, Gu Fanyun.

"It's nothing. It feels like a normal job." Tilan stroked the hair beside her ear and looked at the wasteland in the distance.

"You don't understand, because you grew up outside and don't have to bear the eyes and gossips of many relatives at home."

"Because we are the daughters of the leader, we have been strictly educated since childhood. Although this is also for our own good, the restraint and discomfort are also difficult to describe."

"I guess I can't keep up. I have never been good enough and was scolded by my father. I also quarreled with him once before, but I ended up being scared by the scolding. You don't know how scary my father is when he gets angry." She shook her head.

"However, in the past six months, he seems to have changed a lot. He's become a little gentler than before, and he finally had a good talk with me. He's no longer as strict with me as before, and he also agreed with my idea of ​​'giving up' and no longer pursuing high-sequence or important positions in the city. Instead, he would just be a gardener in a botanical garden."

"People's personalities won't change suddenly, and the biggest changes in the past six months were all brought about by you." She turned around and looked at Tilan.

"So I'm very grateful to you."

"These past few days, I've seen you often in a daze, and sometimes even sad. I don't know what's bothering you, but I still want to say that you should live well."

"I haven't experienced the feeling of a loved one's death, but I understand the sadness and loneliness in my imagination."

"Because I often have this feeling, because of the misunderstanding, denial and persuasion of my family, I feel very wronged. I seem to be surrounded by people, but I am extremely lonely."

"I don't want to care about the trivial matters between relatives anymore, and I don't want to be like my sister, to be the kind of person who holds power. I always want to escape and live a simpler life. I also feel weak because of this escape." She stamped her feet and shook off some snow.

"There's no way. Things can't be solved by thinking or spiritual victory. Hesitation and waiting can't change anything."

"Try to move forward, the road should become wider and wider." After saying that, she gently hugged Tilan.

"You are the most talented and beautiful girl I have ever seen. You should not be so sad every day. You should be shining and dazzling."

Is this comforting...

Tilan said thank you and wanted to explain that she was not that sad, but at this time, several children behind her slowly climbed up the hill and trotted over.

"Haha, I'm here first~" Several children chased each other, and even though their cheeks were red from the cold, they were full of energy.

After the other children came, she and the cousin had no room to talk, and then they were surrounded by others and talked about all kinds of things. After

making snowmen on the hill and playing in the snow for a while, the other children gradually got tired and didn't want to continue climbing up, so everyone slowly walked back. Along the way, Tilan was also thinking about what her cousin said just now.

It seems that her performance has made others worried. She took a deep breath to cheer herself up a little, and then looked up.

The world full of snow and the desolate gray wilderness are hard to be described as a pleasing scenery. Only in the city below, the construction sites that never stop working day and night and the many mechanical self-disciplined units that come and go make people feel a little energetic.

I want to change something, but I am anxious whether I can really change this sad planet and world, and myself who doesn't know where to go.

Standing on the mountain road, Tilan stopped and stared for a long time, until finally, she cast her eyes on the vast sky above her head, the vast and endless galaxy outside the atmosphere.

People born in the past era were lucky, because their world was just a planet, and they could spend their whole lives experiencing and visiting, and fully experiencing all kinds of wonderful things.

But in today's era, even seeing the entire federation has become impossible. The world is too vast, and I am so small, so small that any wish is despair from the moment it is made.

The more I understand my talent, the more Tilan feels a sense of insignificance and powerlessness, as well as the anxiety that comes with it.

Is she really qualified to shoulder the great mission like the previous two generations of color-level singers? Now all the problems of the Federation are already deeply rooted, with the rich and the poor divided, uneven distribution across regions, and scattered people's hearts. The upper and lower levels of each position are all in a state of infighting, and the single social evaluation has created a hell of mutual torture. Everyone is living for themselves, and no one should live for themselves. What qualifications do she have to unite everyone and return to one voice?

The road ahead has come to an end, and she can only stop here halfway up the mountain, helplessly watching it slowly erode until the day it collapses.

If the song is the voice of the heart, she can't even convince herself, so what qualifications do she have to convince others, let others believe, and let everyone have hope.

If there is no way forward, then the so-called hope is nothing more than a tormenting poison, and an even more cruel emotion.

So, she didn't want to speak, because she was full of sadness and had nothing to say.

Stripping away the quiet and gentle appearance in life, the real Tilan has always been lingering with these questions in her heart, so she would be dazed from time to time, and occasionally sad. She was not only uneasy about her increasingly developed special talent, but also sad that even with such a talent, it was difficult to bear the mission of a color-level singer.

The sky gradually darkened, and stars appeared in the night sky. The dark earth and the tiny figure, the girl walked aimlessly in the wilderness until she finally stopped in front of a pile of debris.

There were a lot of desks and chairs scattered here, and there was still a little snow on the metal desks and chairs, which felt cold to the touch.

Probably transported from an abandoned school, the girl could see some digital marks left on the desks.

These old desks and chairs were exposed outdoors, piled up into a small hill.

The girl's figure jumped lightly, her toes landed on the small flat surface among the messy desks, and then jumped again, lightly and quietly jumping over various obstacles, and finally reached the top of the pile of desks.

Standing on the top of the hill made of desks, the dim lights in the distance reveal a little light. On the horizon, the girl's figure is connected with the desks. She has a different kind of loneliness, just like the king of fantasy in the second year of middle school.

Standing on the hill of desks, the girl looked up at the endless starry sky above her head, where the endless stars and the moon are constantly rotating, and the starlight spanning billions of years is shining quietly.

Even the most brilliant civilization will have a day of dimming and extinction.

Today's human beings are just one of the more shining ones.

Planets will be annihilated, civilizations will be destroyed, the universe will end, everything is slowly moving towards the end, so what is the meaning of our existence?

If everything is meaningless, how should we act?

The girl slowly closed her eyes, the night breeze blew slightly, and the cold and coolness slowly spread from under her body upwards.

Just like this, she stood quietly for a long time, then raised her head and fell down, letting the wind lift her up, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Still not sure, Tilan brushed off the snow on her body, ran her fingers over the metal desks and chairs in the snow, and then returned to her residence.

Today she still didn't get the answer, but she also knew that it was difficult to get a definite answer to such a question.

Perhaps it was just like what her cousin said, take one step first, then another, and the road will slowly open up. Now let's do what we can do first.

(End of this chapter)