Chapter 267: The Long Years (Part 2)
Dongxue once had a dream.
She saw that people looked at her with a smile, as if they were treating an animal of a lower level than them, as if they were treating the dust under their feet.
Her hidden emotions were bloodily revealed, causing her pain as if her skin, flesh and bones were being torn apart.
She became a sheep in the rain.
She has always been childish, guilty of the sin of "not growing up" and being scolded by her parents.
But there will always be someone who will stay there, waiting for her, like a blue whale that sinks to the bottom with her.
Like a sheep accompanying her in the rain.
As long as she hugged the other person, she felt like she was hugging the whole world, and her arms seemed to be able to bear all the suffering.
She had been like a dead body, like a wandering ghost, indulging in repetitive dreams time and time again, repeating the most painful times and unable to get out.
...In such an unacceptable world, she went through an extremely long growth process.
"People give life to others and then die, and no one can choose this." The old lady whispered: "What can affect us is more ourselves - we will live this life without regrets."
As the flames spread, Dongxue looked up and saw her own face dancing in the flames on the glass wall.
In this oppressive "paradise", life is squeezed and shattered by the narrow space.
...The illusory world that should not exist bound the students and teachers, and also locked herself up.
But now, through the barrier of time, she saw the [future] that she had never touched before.
Her palm, separated by a layer of glass from time, touched the old lady's outstretched palm.
"You clearly once had talent and ability, but you chose to confine yourself in prison when you were at your most glorious." She whispered, "Why bother looking for me?"
"But in a world like this, you shouldn't stay young forever." The old lady responded softly.
There was an exceptionally peaceful emotion in her words, which made people calm down just by listening to them.
Dongxue pressed against the glass wall, as if wanting to crash into the other person's arms.
The old lady spread out her hands.
She held her close, just as Yang Xia had once held her.
A strong sense of weightlessness suddenly rose in Dongxue's chest.
The belt on her body was shaking with her, her bright red dance skirt was clinging to her body in the flames, the lace on the hem of her skirt was dancing in the fire, and the long tail behind her was like a slanting flame.
In the burning heaven, tears are lost in the raging flames.
"Can I still grow up? Yang Xia."
She asked softly: "...Can I still love you?"
The old lady nodded firmly, then shook her head.
"Love and death, this is the greatest topic in life - but why do we have to die because of love?" She said softly:
"Dongxue... [Love] is not some absolute sign of maturity, but it is about being a human being, becoming a human being."
In the bright flames, her eyes looked over clearly, and beneath her thick wrinkles, there seemed to be a pair of lakes locking up the deep years.
"Winter snow, romance, innocence, illusory emotions... these are the things I can't give up - these are you."
“Whether it’s the brilliance of the pen tip, the inspiration leaping on the paper, or the desire to express coming out of the throat… we were not meant to be islands of silence.”
"In your eyes."
“There can be unfair facts, and there can be food and vegetables.”
“…You don’t have to become a standard cog.”
“Only by living can the river flow, and only by standing up can you see the sky.”
"A red umbrella in the rain, a classroom in summer, and a crowded street."
"The falling waterfalls, the Gobi Desert flowing under the sun, the broken salt plains, the hot rivers and mountains all year round."
"…sooner or later we will see the scenery and become one of them."
"And by then, you can sit down, stand up, stay where you are or go against the flow of people... whatever is fine. You should be free to choose your own way of moving."
“View persecution as the injustice of the world, and turn your speech into a cry for reorganization. You deserve to transform yourself from a miniature to an upright individual.”
“[We will actively approach situations that we once avoided with fear, otherwise we will never be able to see everything with tolerance and tolerance.]”
"You should never be a victim, nor a perpetrator."
"The kindness flowing in our veins has never been blocked."
“The new will be created, the old will continue, the rigid will be heated up, and our mentality will always be young.”
“A life that stops can be reborn.”
"It has been like this for thousands of years."
"Spanning a long time."
"Through the cold and the hot, summer and winter."
"…Because we are 'human'."
"And we want to walk to the end in freedom and dignity."
…
"Winter snow."
"I love you."
…
Dongxue closed her eyes.
The dancing blood-red skirt fluttered behind her, and the burning flames were red and bright.
Her flying black hair was dyed crimson by the flames of the sunset, and even her face bathed in the light looked like soft white sand.
The hot air filled her chest, she moved her lips slightly, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
“Thank you for your love.”
She said softly.
"listen……"
The old lady closed her eyes.
She was smiling and looked peaceful.
"Dongxue, did you hear..."
Dongxue turned her head.
She heard a cracking sound.
Saw the nightmare collapsing.
What was collapsing and disappearing was this nightmare that had kept her in agony, crazy, and following the rules.
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