People are always greedy.
The moonlight at the temple fair, the song "To Alice" on the piano keys, the lost game, the lotus flowers blooming in the pond... He already felt reluctant to leave, but he couldn't turn back.
These beautiful memories were given to him by Brother Necklace. If Brother Necklace is gone, these reluctant images will turn into pain.
He made up his mind, but he was still sad. It wasn't because he felt sorry for his own life, but because he felt sorry for Necklace Brother... He should be sadder than him.
Why else... would the young man shed tears.
As if knowing that things were irreversible, the young man gritted his teeth and remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "...Changge, what is your wish?"
Changge smiled. He knew that Brother Necklace could no longer stop him: "I want to see the real lotus again, Brother Necklace."
The young man shook his head: "You forgot that there are no lotus flowers in winter. They only bloom when it is warm."
"No, I saw it in winter..." Changge's eyes slowly closed:
"That was...you gave it to me."
…Even if it happened only once, I will remember it forever.
But this is not a pond, only cold ground, so there won’t even be any lotus flowers growing.
But he had his eyes closed, so it didn't matter if he couldn't see.
He didn't need to use his eyes to look for it, he knew where the young man was standing and how far away he was. He could imagine the pink and white lotus flowers blooming in the young man's hands, the sweet fragrance of candied haws floating around, the fireworks of the temple fair blooming in the night sky, and how bright the young man's black eyes were... just like decades ago.
Of course he was afraid. In fact, he was still trembling. The gradual ebb of his life made him clearly aware of the process of his own death.
But when he thought about who he was, he stopped shrinking.
If Su Mingan himself was here, he would definitely not be afraid.
So he cannot be outdone, and he is not afraid.
Changge is no worse than anyone else.
"You are such an irresponsible guy." The young man questioned: "How can I miss you in the future? Do you think I can have a new close friend around me?"
“It doesn’t matter… there will always be…” Changge’s voice was as light as a feather. Finally, the white light on his body dissipated, like falling meteors all over the sky—
"You are so outstanding and a savior. There will always be people who like you."
"I'm just a minor character. I won't be remembered. I'm really not very smart. I can't beat the game and I'm clumsy at playing the piano."
"Of course, if you want to remember me and miss me..."
“The piano, the lotus, the barbecue, the lemon, the game, even the necklace itself… could all be me.”
"As long as you remember,"
The boy's voice began to tremble, he was also afraid:
“…I will definitely be here.”
As if in response to his last words, a beep came from the transmission machine.
That was the last sound, followed by a cold "beep"
The next second, all sounds stopped abruptly, making it unbearable.
A body without a soul fell to the ground.
The young man was stunned for a few seconds before he almost collapsed and fell to the ground, finally bursting into tears - something he had never done in a hundred years. He had always been constrained by his identity as a "savior". A calm and rational savior could not cry in front of others, nor could he be weak.
“Changge…Changge!! You…”
But at this moment, holding the cold body.
He bent down completely, almost wanting to bury himself.
"Why you——Why you...why..."
He finally felt...what it felt like to lose a [close friend].
Damn idealism...how many people have been eaten alive by it... ?
He flipped Changge's eyelids, as if this would make him open his eyes and wake up.
But his hand stopped at his eyelids and then dropped down. He knew what he would see. Lifeless eyeballs and gray pupils. Human life is like a flame in the mud. Once the wind blows, it will not ignite.
In the past, he would just roll his eyelids as a joke between close friends, but now... it can only be described with the cold word "examining a corpse."
...corpse.
But how come his best friend was a corpse?
He hadn't tried to sing a song yet, had he.
Until his throat became hoarse, he still couldn't believe that in just a few tens of seconds, the Changge who could run and dance was gone.
The music score in his hand fell to the ground. The crooked notes were very immature, and the title was a funny and amusing one... "To the Necklace Brother".
He really didn't understand.
What kind of mood was this guy in to write such a ridiculous title...
"Why..." He buried his head deeply, digging his fingers to bleed:
“It’s always people like us who die…”
"And yet..." His eyes were fixed on Changge's expression, which was a combination of fear and expectation:
"You seem very happy..."
…
…
There is a Tower of Babel in this world.
It was said that if only one person could fly over it, everyone would survive. People all aimed to fly over the Tower of Babel.
The boy built a pair of wooden wings and tried hard to practice taking off, but failed again and again.
But no one told him that wooden wings could not fly. He was born without bird's wings, so how could he dare to dream of flying?
"Some things you are not born with, you will never have in your whole life!" They mocked the young man like this.
At a flying convention, the "birds" were reluctant to leave their nests and decided not to bother challenging the Tower of Babel. The boy rushed up with his wooden wings, calling on everyone not to stop flying, but was beaten so hard that his vocal cords were torn.
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