"Qi Jue."
Lotasha did not hear this.
Si Que: "...when everything is settled, when we no longer have to write stories..."
Si Que: "Wait until that moment... cough, cough cough cough!"
Si Que: "I'll accompany you to the sunflower garden and see... the white dandelions. I can walk with you among the white for ten minutes. You said, right? This way we can obtain... pure happiness."
Si Que: "I don't quite understand what that means. From a literary perspective, it should be a single, pure, tangible, and visible happiness. Is that what you have always longed for? You have been with me for so long... I will make it happen for you."
Si Que: "The white color of Yunwu Island was too mixed before. Maybe we haven't achieved pure happiness yet."
Si Que: "After you get what you want... maybe, pure happiness will come."
Si Que: "..."
Si Que: “Cough cough cough… cough cough cough cough!!”
Si Que: "I don't want to erase you at all. I don't want to call you OCs. You are living beings and I love you."
Si Que: "You guys are really... the best."
…
That day Lotasha left Sique's house.
The sky was exceptionally blue, and the clear yellow clouds reflected His green pupils.
The wooden house, iron pipes, grids and steam form an iron gray and crimson space, which is complex and exquisite. There is a beautiful lavender field at the door and wisteria flowers on the roof.
He set out, following the words of Si Que, to let the name of the goddess of life, Lotasha Ocasi Sylvia, resound throughout the whole of Rovasha. More and more believers began to believe in Him, singing those illusory poems and hymns, and He had to sit on the throne of God, meticulously.
Most of the time, He acts as a qualified goddess of life, compassionate to the world, and enlightening lives... Only occasionally does He dare to transform into Qi Jue and live for Himself for a dozen minutes.
At this time, He would think - did He misunderstand? Maybe Si Que meant for Him to live out His true self instead of being a rigid goddess?
But when he turned around, he couldn't find Si Que anymore.
Si Que is gone.
Until one day, the God of the End of All Things came to his dream and tempted him.
——"Si Que wants to see you live out your true self, Qi Jue." As soon as the words of the God of the End of All Things came out, they pierced His heart.
——"What should I... do?" Lotasha was at a loss.
——"Become the free Qi Jue, not the rigid Lotasha. Tell him... that you are already pursuing freedom."
——"But how can I see him? I haven't seen him for so long."
——"One day, Xiting will summon you, and you will be born in the land of the dead. You can tell him about your loneliness and waiting, and show him your growth and freedom... Believe me, he will be proud of you."
——"Then, can we go to the sunflower garden together? He won't hate me anymore?"
——"Of course, you will have pure happiness."
…
[The green-haired young man on the high platform looked at Su Mingan gently.]
[His eyes are the same green as Lotasha's.]
[“Si Que.” Qi Jue opened and closed his lips, and the goddess of life floating above his head laughed. The two voices overlapped together, as if one person was speaking, with the immaturity of a young man and the seductive magic of a woman.]
[“I really like your views on the goddess of life… and on me, Si Que.]”
…
——So, little magpie, it’s great that we meet again and you don’t really dislike me.
At that time, the time we spent together, the poems we recited together, the bookshelf I organized for you, the ink I ground for you...
Now, you're back.
Can I finally run to you?
…
[Su Mingan opened his eyes.]
There is floating white light dust in front of my eyes.
The feather pen in his palm pierced Qi Jue's chest like a purple-gold velvet knife. White dots of light fluttered around them, like a heavy snowfall of life. Su Mingan's expression remained compassionate, his golden eyes slightly drooped, and his long purple hair was stained with blood. 】
…
"...I can't understand." Green hair flowed on the ground, blood flowed from Qi Jue's chest, and he looked at Su Mingan.
He couldn't figure it out.
Just as He cannot understand His own meaning.
Just as He couldn't figure out how far away the sunflower field was.
Why is it that... after thousands of years, He still hasn't arrived?
Why do we have to miss out on everything?
He stretched out his hand with all his strength and touched the feather pen in Su Mingan's hand. He looked at the pen longingly with obvious confusion in his eyes.
“…I don’t…understand.” He slowly sat up from the ground, his body moving forward bit by bit, and the torrent of life in the sky floated like snowflakes.
Then,
He grabbed Su Mingan's wrist, tightly and hotly.
“I don’t understand.” He repeated it again, his voice beginning to tremble.
Can you... give me an answer? Tell me what I did wrong to make you angry and why you want to erase me.
What unforgivable thing did I do to have my path to you cut off...
When can we go back to that little house and sing the same poems as before? Or when can we set out to walk quietly for ten minutes in that sunflower garden full of white dandelions?
…
——My creator.
Why are you trying to kill me?
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