...Why.
Why.
Why should he make others pay for his own choices?
Why... these people are always so stubborn?
So much so that all that was reflected on Su Mingan's face were unconscious tears.
But the Godfather did not care about His indifference. He raised his hand, touched His cold cheek, and calmly wiped away the tears on His face, as if his wish had been fulfilled.
Inch by inch, the movements are gentle, like tidying up the clothes of a child who is about to go to school.
The young man looked back blankly.
In the white pupils, there was only Su Mingan's figure.
"Then, cry less." He looked at Su Mingan with a distracted look:
"Not saving you, letting you lose yourself, and becoming the most powerful god from now on is the best solution for the civilization of the old days."
"But I still came to save you. This was a very foolish move. It was not rational to put all my hopes on your humanity."
“But I finally understand something…”
The cold voice, with a hint of smile, lowered its voice.
"... what he said when he was a child, 'idealized' naivety."
He seemed to finally understand something...Su Wensheng's last remaining, pure happiness.
It was the boy's influence that made him stand up and choose an idealistic path - he would rather lower the survival rate of civilization than preserve Su Mingan's "self".
Believe in Su Mingan’s future...infinite possibilities.
To do this, he gave up his future that would last for thousands of years and his long life that would last as long as the sky.
At the end, before the words took effect, Li Mingyue talked about many things.
He said that he had witnessed heavy snow countless times in his life. Snow in the capital, snow on airships, snow on islands...but no snow was warmer than today.
He talked about the church that had not yet been built, the books that the priests had not yet sorted out, the pot of peach blossom wine warming on the stove, and the list of welfare institutions that had not yet been completed...
Talking about the well-behaved female students in Daoya City, the unkempt Teacher Xia, the soup-giving party to be held next year, the white bird greedily eating bread crumbs by the fountain, the lush sycamore tree at the door, the tea that has not yet boiled on the table... talking about the moonlit night in Loulan, the war in Changping, the waterfall in Taihua, the camel bells in the Western Regions...
Talking about his thousand-year life, everything that was so long, the little soldier I met earlier now has a large family, and his tombstone stands in the corner of the hillside. The little girl selling cloth I met earlier was forced to get married by her family, and no one knows where she went. And the lady who once touched his head, carrying a load, sells rock sugar next to the icicles, and now this craft has probably been passed down for more than a dozen generations...
Speaking of the boy who also died at the age of nineteen, he liked rock sugar and hawthorn slices since he was a child. He also had a childish temper, loved to be naughty, and sometimes quarreled...
However, he finally said with red eyes,
…He felt sorry for the boy.
He lowered his head, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, covering Su Mingan's unconsciously red eyes...
"Ming An."
"Remember to smile more often in the future."
He stared at the clear light in Su Mingan's eyes.
like……
I saw the frost and snow that have existed for thousands of years.
It turned out that he also gave up his own movement.
"It's hard enough already... be happier."
The snow-white hair drooped to the ground. Under the silent and eternal blue moon, the spirit of words finally transferred completely to him. The bright red malice instantly overshadowed the cold light in his eyes.
then,
The cross chain gradually fell to the ground from his hands that had become nothing.
"Ding-dong."
A crisp sound.
After a while,
Su Mingan seemed to realize something, he let out a desperate gasp, and his hands felt cold.
He held the quiet white-haired person in his arms, tears falling from his confused eyes.
…
"……godfather?"
…
He seemed not to understand that no one would let Him call him by this title anymore.
The body in his arms became transparent at this moment, carrying an eternal curse. He would never open his eyes to gaze at Him again, nor would he call Him "Ming'an" again.
The care of Daoya City, the first bag of bread, the warm coat, the quilt warmed by my own hands, the rule book written in blood...
No longer exist.
He raised his hand and tried to flip open the closed eyelids. The eyelids opened, and there was no light in the white pupils. He called out "Godfather" several times and pulled at the white-haired man's lips, but no sound came out no matter how hard he pulled.
Why.
He made Him smile more.
But He...
"……godfather?"
He stood there stiffly, trying to smile awkwardly, but failed.
"Please teach me again... Godfather."
"After becoming a god, I don't think I will laugh anymore."
"You haven't given me your Immortal Talisman yet... Since you can't give me this, then give me something better, Godfather..."
My emotions seemed to be suppressed, and a sharp pain came from my heart.
The expression of the body in his arms was frozen in a tiny smile, which reminded Su Ming'an of Su Wensheng's smile when he fell into the lake in his memory.
...In the end, who becomes who?
"godfather."
He stood there in confusion, shaking the motionless body in his arms, tears falling for unknown reasons, silently falling to the ground.
He seemed to see.
When they first met, she was wearing a jade-colored robe embroidered with silver thread under the white jade pavilion. A gust of wind blew, and the jade pendant jingled. The frosty person turned around and looked at him.
White hair fluttering, quiet and silent.
The river of time flows between them, and thousands of similar figures spread under His feet.
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