It was a somewhat hunched back, with silver hair fluttering slightly in the wind, and the black cloth he was wearing was extremely thin.
Next to her stood a tall figure, a young woman.
Su Mingan's footsteps caught their attention and they turned around.
The silver-haired old lady among them was none other than Garde. It seemed that she had not left yet.
"..." Jiaerde's eyes were a little blurry. The corridor where Su Mingan was was not lit and was very dark. She could not see clearly who was inside.
But she vaguely saw a figure.
"...Kaia? You're back?" she called softly, with some anticipation in her voice.
Su Mingan walked out of the corridor.
"It's me," he said.
He didn't know who the old lady was calling.
Considering her past...she must have mistaken him for the old man in her family.
Perhaps it is because at night, people will miss the past and become sentimental. On such a seemingly quiet night, Jiaerde may have thought of her once unforgettable lover.
More than sixty years ago, when the airship in the clouds left, Su Lin caught a glimpse of the young and beautiful Jiaerde and developed a liking for her.
But it was only a glimpse.
Su Lin threw her bottle of old rice wine that contained the girl's love into the water, abandoned the love that should not have sprouted, and left Praia with a sense of sacrifice and willingness to die, never to be seen in public again.
Even when Su Ming'an returned to Praia sixty years later, Jiaerde only recognized him as Su Lin's grandson.
Time is like a carving knife that can turn a young and beautiful girl into an old lady who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Time passes quickly in ordinary life, and during this period of being tempered by the carving knife, it seems that Jiaerde met a new partner and gave birth to a son and a daughter.
...It turned out that her new partner, the husband who had been promoted to Yunshang City to look for medicine for his meritorious service more than 30 years ago, was named Kaiya.
Seeing Su Ming'an covered in blood walking out of the dark corridor, Jiaerde's granddaughter Lele immediately became alert. She took out the knife hidden behind her and pointed the tip of the knife at him.
After all, Su Mingan had just killed several people and his body was still covered in blood.
"Le Le, put down the knife." Jia Erde immediately scolded her granddaughter: "He saved me and is our family's benefactor."
Lele could only retract the knife.
Gard raised his eyes.
Su Mingan could see the vicissitudes in her eyes.
The wind and snow fell on her silver hair.
There was a slightly cloudy circle of paleness in her eyes, and the girlish joy that appeared in Su Lin's memory stone was no longer there.
Looking at her grown-up granddaughter Lele, her eyes were filled with love for the child... and optimism for the "grandson of Su Lin" in front of her.
The still young Su Lin stood in front of her, but she had already grown old and was unaware of it.
The only emotion in her eyes was satisfaction for the younger generation.
"Sorry, I just thought I saw my old man Kaiya." Garde smiled and said, "Boy from the Su Lin family, why are you on the ship? The feast on the sea should have started by now."
"I'm here to inspect the ship." Su Mingan said, "You didn't leave?"
When he saw that Garde's house was empty, with only a clothes drying rack left at the door, he thought the old lady had left long ago.
"No, the feast has started recently and there are no ships that can leave." Garde smiled: "In fact, it doesn't matter whether we leave or not. The Pope has promised that after the feast is over, Jiajia will be sent to Yunshang City, so that her illness can be cured..."
Su Mingan frowned.
"What's wrong, young man?" asked Gard.
"……fine."
Su Mingan turned around: "Then I'm leaving."
He knew that the Pope was telling lies.
In the previous round, he had seen the appearance of Yunshang City, which was nothing more than a lifeless church.
There was no one alive in there.
Gods should exist, but as for the people from more than sixty years ago... except for Su Lin, no one should be alive.
But if we don't give Jiaerde hope, it would be tantamount to killing this old lady who lost her loved ones again.
She had already watched her husband pass away and her son sacrifice himself. Was she going to have to watch her daughter die on the hospital bed?
After all, he is not Su Lin himself, and Su Lin actually has no responsibility towards Jiaerde.
Just a passerby.
Eternal life became a shackle that restrained him, and also weakened the figures passing by him.
In this long river of time, these people are just like the flowing water that is destined to flow past him.
Su Mingan got off the boat quickly.
At this time, the shore was still crowded with people.
He even saw people holding glow sticks and custom light signs with his name on them, and wondered where these people got these things from.
...It's like chasing stars like crazy.
Seeing his figure appear on the deck, the people below started shouting like crazy:
"It's coming down, it's coming down——"
"Oh my god, it's alive. Take pictures and record videos quickly!"
"Why do the people on the boat look like they are fast asleep? How can they not be arrested?"
"No one dared to board the ship, and no one could contact the people on the ship... Didn't they say that contestants could not board the ship, otherwise they would be punished by the gods? Only Su Mingan dared to go on board."
"Player No. 1, don't go! Talk to us, we want to hear you talk about the lighthouse—"
Among the crowd, a girl suddenly jumped up and released the fireworks in her hand.
The fireworks rose into the sky, blooming into a line of fiery red English, and on top of it was an undisguised big "LOVE".
She looked at Su Mingan with a flushed face, as if she had fulfilled a big wish.
Su Ming'an looked at this scene without any emotion in his heart, as if he was completely separated from the excitement of the people below.
As early as in high school, he, who worked part-time as a blogger, actually dreamed of being sought after and having autographs at large exhibitions.
Being liked, supported, and admired, young children may have had such exciting fantasies.
But since the start of the World Game, after his fantasy was truly realized, and after seeing these people who liked him like crazy, his emotions gradually became indifference.
Somehow, no matter how exciting the event was, it couldn't make him happy.
Even standing on a podium and giving a speech seemed more like acting and work to him.
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