Siber pulled him forward.
Her hands were as wet as his and seemed a little soft.
Walking along the gravel road and through the dense flowers, everything is warm like spring.
During this time, Su Mingan saw some tribesmen running.
"Why did they run away?" he asked.
"That's not running away, they also want to see the sea," said Siber.
In the brilliant rainbow light,
In the fresh scent of jasmine,
In the beautiful singing,
Siber pulled him to a hillside.
From here, you can see the entire tribe, the houses covered with colorful rainbow lights, the men and women running and singing... and the sea.
…the sea.
Su Mingan really saw the blue flowing on the ground in this barren and yellow land.
"Is this the color reflected from the sky?" he said.
"It is said that the sea reflects the color of the sky." She stood beside him: "...So, if I see this reflected color, does it mean that I see the sea?"
She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.
"I'm really, really lucky, really lucky... to have you here," she said.
At this moment, Su Mingan discovered that
…It turns out that her eyes are also the color of the sea.
Her smile became brighter, and there was no trace of the pagan haze in her eyes.
She was bathed in the fiery rainbow light, with an expression of extraordinary satisfaction on her face.
"In the future, flowers and plants, and building houses." She said, "I will bring happiness to the people in the tribe."
Su Mingan turned his head and looked at her.
"Sky—sky—sky—a sky like the sea!" she cried, in unreasoning excitement.
Su Mingan reached out and touched her.
"But why is it that even though it is such a beautiful scene, my body feels so hot and painful..." she said.
Su Mingan's hand passed through her.
His eyes wavered slightly as he saw her figure gradually fade away.
"Siber?" he called, but Siberia had disappeared.
Mo Yan ran to his side, waving the sword in his hand, which looked like amber under the colorful rainbow light.
"——Brother, look! This is the new sword I forged. My master even praised how beautiful this sword is." He said excitedly.
"It looks nice, a very long sword." Su Mingan said.
"Right, like a fire stick?" Mo Yan said with a smile.
"It hurts a lot." Su Mingan said.
"Is that so? But this sword still can't break your hand bones. Can you consider using a piano board?"
"......Yeah." Su Mingan said.
"Moonlight by Debussy... sounds great." Mo Yan said, "After losing an important relative, you played the song so beautifully. That's why your mother liked the emotions in your song so much that she wanted to break your hand bones... Brother, when she smashed the piano plate down, what were you thinking?"
Su Mingan raised his eyes slightly.
"Children who have never been loved show their emotions too obviously." Mo Yan said, "Brother, you are also such a child."
"..."Su Mingan said.
"When you were painting flowers for Siberia, did you ever think about who could paint flowers for you?" Mo Yan said.
"..."Su Mingan said.
“Yes,” Mo Yan said, “the future is black and white.”
"..."Su Mingan said.
"Brother also knows that you can't succeed." Mo Yan said.
"..."Su Mingan said.
"Alas." Mo Yan said, "Well, after all, my brother is considered an 'alien' by people, and you are a 'monster'."
"...What are you talking about?" Su Mingan said.
"I'm talking about the sky! The sky!" Mo Yan suddenly laughed: "Brother, look, the sky is so beautiful!"
"...Fly." Su Mingan said.
Mo Yan glanced at him.
"Brother, your words are really inconsistent." Mo Yan said.
"You too." Su Mingan said.
"It's because your words don't make sense, brother, that I'm like this." Mo Yan laughed.
"…But I feel so hot." Su Mingan said.
"Brother." Mo Yan suddenly stopped smiling.
He stared at Su Mingan and said calmly:
"Have you carefully looked at...your sanity value, what is it now? Aren't you wondering why you can't see the various text comments clearly?"
Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.
"When people are dreaming, it's hard to see the specific words, right?" Mo Yan said, "Now... isn't it the same? The jasmine wreath on your head is beautiful, but are there really jasmine flowers in the sky?"
Hearing this, Su Mingan was slightly stunned.
A wave of fear and sense of missed opportunity suddenly overwhelmed me.
At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear his bloody, heavy breathing.
He raised his hand and immediately stabbed himself in the left hand.
Blood exploded.
A sharp pain came, like wiping away the mist in front of his eyes. The illusion in front of him quickly faded, and the jasmine wreath on his head also disappeared immediately.
He turned his head and looked inside the third tribe - only to find that the poisonous rain during the disaster period had already arrived.
It corroded people's houses, and the bodies of the tribesmen fell to the ground. People fled in all directions, howling.
The illusion of beautiful tribal scenery and enthusiastic tribesmen was suddenly shattered, and he suddenly saw a hell on earth.
…He seemed to have been haunted by hallucinations for a long time.
He breathed gently, and beads of cold sweat slowly slid down his face.
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