Regardless of whether the people behind him need it or not, he himself is indeed not worth being saved - because that's how he evaluates himself. Humble, inferior, and self-destructive.
There is an indescribable loneliness in the young man's eyes, bright and lonely.
In the bright red light, he smiled and waved his hand, signaling Su Mingan to hurry up. It was like saying goodbye to a classmate after school, his posture was leisurely and relaxed.
...During this period of time, this was the closest they had ever been to each other.
At a distance of one meter.
Su Mingan walked forward.
One step, two steps, three steps.
He heard a heartbeat that seemed to be overwhelming.
Vibrant, dull, fast, and vivid.
The warning lights in the corridor lit up one by one, accompanied by shrill chirping sounds, alternating with the increasingly dim blood-gold sunlight, forming a wonderful interweaving.
Until the heartbeat gradually resonates with the warning sound.
"Let's go."
The young man behind him said.
…
Outside the door, the lines of the corridor extended and extended, forming an invisible corner in the distance. The whole city seemed to be suddenly awakened, and red lights intertwined into a transparent spider web.
Su Mingan walked forward, as if he was blocked by some invisible resistance. His steps became very difficult, as if he had left something important behind. He once again left "himself" behind.
…and he couldn’t turn back.
Shards of glass reflected the light and fluttered in his vision.
It was as if he was a reflection of himself living in the old days. If there were no world games, he might have made similar moves to Su Wensheng when the crisis was imminent. They were all this kind of people, hesitant at the expense of others, but decisive at the expense of themselves.
The setting sun was like a burning amber, as if he were in a burning dream. He did not look back, but kept moving forward.
Su Lin led the way in front, "Su Lin" defended behind, and the young man's figure gradually became distant.
The clinking sound of swords and bullets rang out, like piano music playing in his ears. Su Ming'an walked forward, thinking vaguely - he knew what the young man was thinking in that dream.
At that time, he was looking through Su Wensheng's memories and saw a diary. Most of the information was about trivial daily life, so he didn't read it carefully.
Now, as I say goodbye to my youth, the fragmented words inevitably echo in my mind.
He suddenly felt a burning pain.
…
[December 2: I buried the orange cat. From now on, I probably won’t keep any more animals. In this world, it’s hard to even support a human being, let alone a pet.]
[February 3: I went to the grave of that female classmate. Her dishevelled photos are still being circulated secretly on the Internet, at a price of a few cents per hundred photos.]
[May 13: I inquired about that dark place. It has not been demolished yet, and countless children have lost their lives there. I dare not tell anyone. If I do, I may even lose the qualification to take the exam.]
[June 12: Su Luoluo suffered from online violence. She cried and told me why people always assumed the worst of her.]
[August 29: My godfather told me that when I go to college and graduate, I can change all this. I have always believed this. I want to be a reporter, I want to go to the darkest places and shine light into them, I want to interview cities that are caught up in the black fog, I want to see food and vegetables.]
【December 12: I saw the bottle.】
[May 28: Her photos are still circulating.]
【November 28: Children are still being persecuted.】
[February 4: Su Luoluo is still suffering from online violence. ]
【December 2: I am still the same person. 】
[May 27: Her photos are still circulating.]
【November 29: Children are still being persecuted.】
[February 5: Su Luoluo is still subject to malicious speculation. ]
[December 13: In this era... I seem to see an endless cycle.]
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