From the very beginning, she was not encouraged, expected, or favored.
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Six years after the Tianshi era, Su Luoluo came back.
She debugged several of the most important Dream Patrol games and came back for a short break.
Su Mingan didn’t know what she had experienced this year, but it certainly wasn’t good.
"I don't think we can live like that anymore." These were the first words she said.
Her energy had dried up, her voice had lost its joy...a flood of negative emotions began to shape her in reverse.
Su Mingan asked Su Luoluo what she wanted to do to relax.
She stared at him for a moment with her wet eyes and said she was an adult and wanted to drink.
This puzzled Su Mingan. He hesitated for a while, and then thought that since he was the body of an old god, maybe it didn't matter.
There was a lounge chair on the balcony. Su Luoluo drank sip by sip. The golden wine poured into her mouth.
"What's so good about this thing? It's very bitter." Su Mingan didn't touch it.
“…It’s not tasty. But I’m an adult.” She said, “It’s like medicine… After drinking it, although there are no colorful elves dancing in front of my eyes, I feel much better…”
When I sent her back to her room, her face was already red with drunkenness.
The room was filled with the aroma of wheat from the wine bottle. She was very drunk, lying on the bed waving the wine bottle, saying that Die Ying was a bad guy, that she couldn't go back, and that Xiao Yun Duo would always be by her side...
Su Mingan turned around and saw the photos on the wall - him giving a speech on the podium, him reading a list with his head down, him sleeping on a bench... He thought of Lin Guang's studio. They were all working hard to preserve everything about him.
In the middle of the wall was a painting she had drawn herself. He stood among the sunflowers that covered the hills, holding a white cat and smiling.
"...We will wait for that kind of life." He muttered to himself.
Even if I can't wait, you will.
Those sunflowers, sunsets, sunrises and sunsets... were all beautiful before they were polluted.
…
Days like this never end.
No the next day.
There was no sign of a third day.
Later, she became more and more silent.
Sometimes Su Mingan walked by her side by side, with a few bottles of wine in her arms. Even though she would give him her usual smile, something seemed to have changed.
She frequently traveled through different eras. With the gods watching over her, Su Mingan did not ask about her specific movements.
During the break, she always locked herself in the room, not knowing what she was doing, maybe crying under the quilt, or just sitting quietly, like a shriveled piece of bread.
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