——Why is the nightingale so persistent in searching for the forest that no longer exists among the steel jungle? It is obvious that the forest has long been gone.
Food and vegetables, lights in the mines, buttons in the tailor's shop, fire from the tip of a pen.
The weight of freedom and the deep affection of life.
…He cannot be touched.
Just like He didn’t understand the fire in Su Mingan’s eyes.
But Dieying knew Su Mingan's idealism and knew that he would never give up, so he would definitely fall into the trap of fate, would definitely win this bet, and would definitely... come to this day.
The god finally sighed.
He lowered his head, like a bird feather crushed by the snow, and slowly closed the Stray Birds in his hand, which was Su Wensheng's favorite collection of poetry. In this battle between the three gods, he should not have brought any extra things, but he still brought them.
Now it was His turn not to understand His own actions.
"I cannot steer a boat." The spirit whispered other verses: "But if you were on a distant seashore, I would brave the wind and waves to look for your treasure."
This is the poem that Su Wensheng once read to Him.
When the gods stood on the high building overlooking the city, Su Wensheng would occasionally sit on the rooftop and recite poems in the evening breeze, the sound like the white feathers of some bird floating by. Sometimes the young man would laugh out loud as he imagined the future.
Freedom is the sharpest blade. It slashed the heart of the bird and let it fall in the ruins. He looked at the bird dying at that time, without any feeling. Even now, it is the same. Because all he gave was the coldest tenderness.
But He would occasionally think of these lines of poetry, and sometimes He would think of the birds when He was alive.
……Why.
…
The shadow approached Su Mingan, surrounded by starlight.
He leaned over to whisper in his ear like a conqueror.
“…You have no more trump cards, right?” Dieying chuckled and whispered.
Su Mingan did not answer.
He was covered in silent frost and snow, and there was only calmness in the depths of his eyes.
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