"I'm leaving, Siyi."
Under the quilt, little Si Que spoke to the girl on the upper bunk.
With her golden hair drooping down, Siyi lay on the edge of the bed and looked at him: "Why?"
"For more interesting inspiration, I'm going to the royal city." said Little Sique.
"So you want to abandon me and the story you were almost done writing?" Siyi's eyes widened: "You just acknowledged me as your sister, didn't you? We still have a long time to live together..."
"Yes." Xiao Si Que said, "But there must always be a next story."
Siyi felt abandoned.
Su Mingan could feel her emotions, confusion, anger, sadness, and even some darkness...
"Please stay and finish this story. After all, you have been thinking about it for so many years." Siyi tried to persuade him to stay.
Little Si Que yawned, with a blush on the corners of his eyes: "Creators must learn to let go at the right time."
Su Mingan had heard the Creator's Creed - after the characters in his writing came to life, he should respect their independence and stop interfering in their future. But in Siyi's understanding, this was abandonment, and she couldn't understand letting go.
She looked at Si Que and suddenly said, "Brother, if I eat you, will you stay here?"
After hearing such horrible words, Si Que just turned over and said, "Then remember to add some wheat. I like to eat wheat..."
He just fell asleep like that, not caring at all about what Siyi would do.
Watching this scene, Su Mingan seemed to gradually understand why Si Que wrote the story of "The Last Supper". It was entirely Si Que's own doing.
In the quiet room, the only sound was the two people's light breathing.
Gradually, under the blue moonlight, the girl's soft crying began to sound. Her voice was very low, covered by the quilt, as if she didn't want the sleeping Si Que to hear it:
"...Fairy tales like only obedient children get candy, monsters that steal stars, mighty demon kings and righteous heroes... these don't exist."
"The groom can't save the bride, and the bride doesn't like to eat wheat at all... The wheat ears in the story haven't even matured yet, and everything is over and abandoned."
"I thought this kind of life could last for a long time. The little magpie could write a better story at the table, but in the end, the child still has to become a steady hero, and the stories that fail to pass the review will be buried..."
"Then why did I come back to life? Why did I leave the paper all alone?..."
Her golden hair curled on the pillow, she was crying, and her shoulders were shaking.
On the lower bunk, little Si Que turned over again, his eyes reddened and he sighed silently.
"well……"
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[Act 7: Outside the Changting]
[There is an adventure island in every child's heart, with countless treasures on the island. 】
[Although their bodies are always in a boring reality, their imaginations will fly high again and again, flying to the distant adventure island, exploring treasures with the elves, breaking through the thorny maze, defeating the evil dragon, and starting the next adventure. ]
[I fantasized again and again...I imagined a monster stepping onto the playground, saving the world in front of the whole school, and summoning elves on the stage, causing teachers and classmates to exclaim...]
[Gradually, their bodies became heavy, and gravity began to drag their feet... They began to be unable to fly high, and were getting farther and farther away from MapleStory.]
【Then, one day, they no longer fantasized about that adventure island. 】
【The monster took the candy from their jar.】
【The stars in the bedroom were taken down.】
【The ears of wheat lie on the table.】
【The fairy tale on paper fell asleep. 】
…
On the night of departure, Si Que looked at the stars on the hillside.
…He was thinking, is he really going to the royal city? Is he going to change from a “child” to an “adult”?
His inspiration comes from his childish innocence. What if he says goodbye to his childhood? Will inspiration still favor him?
At this time, there was a rustling sound of grass behind him, and long green hair fell on the side of his face. Qiao was wearing a linen robe to adapt to the local customs, and walked over in straw sandals, without any aristocratic airs.
"The stars in the royal city are not so bright. They are always gray and full of boring and dull adults." Qiao looked up.
"Qiao, would it be best if I maintain the status quo and finish writing the story of The Floating City in the Daytime peacefully?" Little Si Que expressed his hesitation.
"Of course. It's good to continue being a child, and it's also good to become a smart adult. You don't have to grow up, Si Que, it doesn't matter if you don't grow up." Qiao said.
They sat quietly on the hillside for a while, with only the chirping of birds in the mountains. The fire was burning in the lampshade in the center of the village, and every household had gone to sleep.
"You said that everyone will face a monster when they are sixteen or seventeen years old. It will eat our candies and stars, our innocence and spirit, and then we will gradually become boring adults." said Xiao Sique.
"Haha." Qiao laughed and lay down next to him:
"So, you have to fight it head-on. If you don't fight it, how do you know if you will win? My little warrior, pick up your little wooden sword and face it bravely. You must be sure that no matter how old you are, it will not be able to devour your innocence and spirit, and that you will always be someone who can see MapleStory. Until the moment you defeat it, you will be blessed by inspiration forever."
"Forever..." Little Si Que chewed on the word: "But the life span of the magpie tribe is only more than 20 years, and I can't write a great story."
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