"She just went to her utopia. There must be her dream there."
Under the moonlight, Su Mingan looked at the girl, then at the traces of the black-sailed boats. The waterway was narrow and sparkling. The bluestone slabs exuded a moist breath, and even the lights on both sides dimmed.
…They clearly still have a long time together, but every day feels like the last night before the end of the world.
Not only him, but she also understood that the chances of both of them surviving were so small that it was heartbreaking. Among the billions of possibilities of "death", they could hardly find a "life" that could survive at the same time. Su Mingan couldn't believe that she could survive, and she also imagined herself in this way.
This feeling of reluctance mixed with gentle pain makes it hard to breathe.
The two stopped dancing, walked to the shore, and sat by the river for a while. The sound of water was loud, and she reached out to scoop up small fish. Su Mingan watched quietly. Although she was much older than him, she looked more lively than him.
There were a few moments when she thought, if only these relaxing days could continue.
But Su Mingan seemed to be suddenly awakened and stood up quickly.
The soft moonlight flowed away from them.
Because he heard the system's voice.
“Ding Dong!”
[Currently: more than 50 years. Provide you with a piece of information related to B or C. ]
[You have obtained a content hint about "The World Game Ends Early."]
[If you always hold the authority that the higher-dimensional beings cannot take away, this will become your bargaining chip. The organizers are not omnipotent, they also have things they desire. Starting from the interests, pulling the higher-dimensional beings, you, and the organizers into a three-party round table may be enough to preserve a civilization. But the premise is... you have to believe in the promises of the higher-dimensional beings.]
【Good luck to you. 】
…
The system's voice broke the silence in an instant and also brought Su Mingan back in an instant.
He stared at his palms, silent for a long time, and slowly clenched them.
This is a dream.
Just a dream...
…
Tianshi generation 60 years.
News of the queen's death came from the royal city.
When Su Mingan and Yueyue returned from their fourth voyage, the whole city was covered with white cloth. The one who came to greet them was no longer the dignified and graceful Queen, but the young princess who had not yet succeeded to the throne.
The princess's golden hair was curled, exuding the fragrance of jasmine. She looked at Su Ming'an with a smile and put a medal on him, just like the queen when she was young. It was like a reincarnation.
This time, Su Mingan and Yueyue did not set sail again. His body had begun to age, and Yueyue's face had also become old, so she suggested that they stop taking risks and find a quiet place to have a good rest.
That day, an old lady came to the door.
She had shiny black braids, red lips, and delicate makeup. She was leaning tremblingly on a cane.
"Who are you?" Su Mingan asked her.
Her hands trembled as she took out a portrait from the cloth bag.
Su Mingan recognized that it was a portrait of Su Lin.
"This is... the person I've been looking for for half my life..." The old lady whispered, her cloudy pupils slightly brightened, and she stroked the portrait with her fingers, her movements extremely careful:
"Do you... know... where he went? On the day when the fireworks were the most brilliant, he disappeared. I closed the cloth shop and traveled by boat until I could no longer walk... but I... never found him..."
Her tears fell.
Su Mingan understood that Su Lin must have realized that Jiang Yin liked him, so in order not to delay her future life, he took the initiative to leave, wanting to give her enough energy to find a better one.
But he didn't expect... that he would leave.
She had been looking for him all her life.
Peach blossoms fell on her shoulders. The old lady, with tears in her eyes, tightly held a glass bottle without daisies.
Whose jade flute is playing in the dark?
The sound of flutes and shengs came faintly in the wind, and the scene of him walking away that day reappeared in front of her eyes. That morning, she was still annoyed by the sound of fireworks at night, and she didn't have time to say a few words to him. He looked at her quietly for a while, then turned and walked towards the teahouse.
At that time, she glanced at his back, thinking that he was going to the teahouse next door to listen to books like he did countless mornings. She was still thinking, when he comes back...she must plan her forty-ninth confession, and this time, she even prepared every word.
But I didn’t expect that... he didn’t come back until the sun set.
She stood at the door of the cloth shop, waiting for a whole night, her shoulders covered with dew, but he never showed up.
This waiting continued for the second day, the third day...
until,
A long, long time later.
She waited under the light for many days, from sunset to dawn.
When she was old, she finally earned enough money to travel, so she closed her cloth shop and boarded ships to various countries, searching everywhere. The first year, the second year, the third year... until she was old and gray.
She didn't know...she would never find him.
He may have returned to the Holy City, or he may have gone to another era. Between them, there was a time that could never be crossed. Even if she looked everywhere, she couldn't find him.
"This time, if I find him, I can't hesitate..." She spoke tremblingly, tears rolling down her cheeks:
"Otherwise... it's... a lifetime..."
She faithfully obeyed her own wishes...endured the gossip of the neighbors, did not find a stable man to marry, but lived alone until old age, closed the shop, and bravely embarked on the road of searching.
Su Mingan closed the portrait.
"I'll pass it on for you." He said softly.
Even though she already knew the answer when she was twenty years old.
She opened her mouth, revealing a smile full of sparse teeth... as bright as a girl's.
It was as if she was standing at the door that year, accompanied by her best friend, looking at the golden-eyed young man on the eaves for the first time, and smiling.
…That moment seemed like eternity.
Life is short.
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