Qiao stroked his head with his palm, his eyes deepened: "The quality of life does not depend on its length."
Little Sique stood up and looked intently into Qiao's eyes.
The moonlight flowed on their fluttering hair, and Xiao Si Que opened his palm - it was a worn-out, gray-brown feather pen. It was made of the most common materials, without any special features, but it had been with him for a long time.
The golden color flowed in his eyes, and it was hard to tell whether it was the light of his eyes or the moonlight:
“—But what if I am defeated by that monster? What if I can no longer write spiritual stories when I grow up? What if The Floating City of Daylight is the best story I have ever written…”
If he also...
Fleeing from the "monster"?
If he also...
What about "Oppa" and "Uncle Hunt"?
What about those stories in his mind that have not yet been written, the poor girl who was the subject of the experiment, the young woman who was waiting anxiously, the wanderer returning home from a long journey...what if they were also "erased"?
Familiar but never uttered names floated on his lips, as if they would spring to life from beneath the paper as long as he called them.
until--
The bridge hugged him.
The emerald-like long hair fluttered by, and the boy's eyes were fixed on Qiao's chest. His head was held by broad hands and buried in the warm embrace.
"…It doesn't matter if you're defeated." A generous voice flowed into the boy's ears.
For a moment, Xiao Si Que felt that what was touching his cheek was not the texture of a cloth robe, but a hard police uniform. His hair was being rubbed by big hands, and he was being held by arms like iron hoops.
"...Whether you are a boring adult or an interesting adult, you will always stand above the spiritual energy."
"Because you are a child blessed by inspiration, you are born with wonderful ideas. Moreover, even if you are defeated and really lose your childish spirit..."
"I will help you get it back, too, because it is as precious as gold, little bird."
"I found you in the beginning only because my divination crystal told me that a child with a destiny entangled with mine appeared in the village of Tara in the east. I don't really believe in vague prophecies, I just came to look for you. I plan to provide you with food and drink until the end of your life, but I don't plan to do more than that."
"But after seeing you, I realized... you are different."
"You are different from the others. Your aura is the brightest and most dazzling I have ever seen."
“Little bird, you should fly, fly high over the Adventure Island, find the treasure in the mist again and again, and always keep your spirituality and romance, no matter how old you are, no matter after the Second Age, the Third Age, the Fourth Age... after thousands of years, where will we return to, or even dust.”
"Look, the starry sky is so beautiful tonight. Before we leave, let's make a star necklace for your sister."
…
[Act 8: "Star Necklace"]
【He runs forward.】
[He left the old rut, the warm village, and the treetop where he had spent his entire childhood.]
[The summer cicadas' chirping faded away, and he could no longer hear the croaking of frogs by the lotus pond.]
[“Don’t go, little magpie. Promise me that you’ll let me go to see the wheat.” The bride in a white wedding dress called him.]
[“Don’t leave. You are curious about the future of the floating city, aren’t you? The crazy ruler, the mechanical bride named Nolia… Come back, little magpie, continue to be a carefree child, and write about us.” A uniform voice called him from behind.]
[“Don’t leave, great creator. I haven’t even invited you to see the scenery of our inner and outer cities, and you’ve given up on the story just like that…”]
【"elder brother……"】
…
"Si Yi."
Kerosene lamp, grille in front of the window, and yellow wooden table.
Little Si Que grabbed Si Yi and placed the feather pen in her palm.
"What is this?" The blonde, blue-eyed heroine looked at him blankly. Her eyes were red, and she cried all night because she knew that the story of the floating city was destined to be abandoned, and Si Que abandoned them.
"I want to give the pen to you, the heroine." Xiao Si Que looked at her: "The main storyline has been told to you in the past few years. Next, please write your own story."
He transferred the right to write the story to the protagonist himself.
There was a sudden light in Siyi's eyes, and she stared at little Sique blankly.
"Really?"
"Well. I'll go to the Royal City, maybe I can see the World Tree. One day, I will try my best to make sharp contradictions no longer be content that cannot be reviewed, so that you can truly appear in the world... I will come back." Little Si Que stretched out her hand and wiped away her tears with a handkerchief:
"Until then... the pen is yours. Freedom is yours."
"I must leave the village. The war of independence has begun."
"Si Yi, I'm sorry to leave you. But I'll give you my quill. Wait for me... okay?"
Siyi sobbed:
"good……"
Little Sique took out a star necklace from her arms.
"Then wear this parting gift, which I made last night."
He put the necklace on Siyi's neck:
"This way, no matter what you become, I will recognize you at a glance when I see you."
"My first protagonist...I will come to you."
…
[“I have a brother… but he is gone too.” Siyi lowered her head. There was a star necklace on her neck, which was left to her by her brother.]
…
——The strong children have all left the village, so there must be children who stay to help grandma-in-law harvest the wheat, right?
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