[There should be no regrets. ]
[There are still some regrets · Magpie]
…
[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]
[November 29, 153]
[My condition has worsened and I can no longer see, Mr. Lighthouse.]
[But I can still smell the ink and feel the touch of the quill at my fingertips.]
[I can still write and create.]
【Still Strong · Magpie】
…
[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]
December 6, 153
【I can’t hear any sound.】
[But I can still smell the fragrance of Isha flowers and continue to write stories. ]
【I feel Chiqin holding my hand and writing on the paper:】
[“——We will have a bright future, Si Que.”]
【Want to drink tea and listen to the flowers blooming · Magpie】
…
[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]
December 16, 153
【The last tactile sensation begins to fade.】
【My eyes went dark.】
[But in my mind——there is always a gorgeous and extremely vast world. ]
【Ideals are always beautiful and sparkle like gemstones.】
[Magpie waiting for dawn in the dark night]
…
[To my good and forever friend Su Mingan:]
December 29, 153
[I have lost my sight and hearing. This is a letter I wrote in advance.]
[… Qianqin and I went to the last location, Twilight Realm.]
【All journeys have ended, and we have not obtained any way to prolong our lifespan.】
[We were forced to stop our journey because I was already short of breath and shaking all over, so I had to stop and get an IV drip to sustain my life... To be honest, I dictated this letter and Qianqin wrote it for me... By the way, Qianqin! Come and say hello to the God in me! (Followed by a line of smaller words: [Hello, God, I am Qianqin. Thank you for taking care of Si Que.] Accompanied by a crooked smiley face.)]
[The place where we finally stopped was a small town with golden wheat ears, which was very similar to the Maizi Village where I lived when I was a child. I was no longer able to return to Hongta, nor to climb the sacred mountain, so I could only spend my last days in this unknown town.]
[Her Majesty the Queen replied, saying that she gave Si Hua an extremely beautiful court dress, but Si Hua just eagerly asked where her brother had gone.]
[In order to avoid my sister being sad, I lied to her. She still thought that I was still traveling around the continent and enjoying the dazzling youth life.]
[However, what my sister doesn’t know is that I am already an “old man”, haha…]
[Her Majesty the Queen also said that the covenant she made back then is still valid. Even though I am old, if I am willing, she will still marry me and hold the wedding immediately. Let my name live forever in the history of the royal family, and enjoy all the good things in the last stage of my life.]
[However, I rejected her. I knew she had some feelings for me, but why should I delay her?]
[…Mr. Lighthouse, my dear friend.]
[I am still willing to believe your prediction, believe that I will live a very long time... believe that a miracle will happen when I am on the verge of death, and that something magical will happen to extend my life.]
[Then, in the distant future, I will meet you, and we will go to the sea with golden sand, look at the distant Cangshan, step on the sincere and warm land, and smile. ]
[I want to watch with you the last young feather of the magpie gradually turn blue-green. In the spring, we will sit on the hillside and sketch and recite poems. I will write the poems and you will tell the stories of your past experiences. When you are done, I will carve a few portraits of you and your sister, and pin a few Isha flowers on the ivory-white stone statues. The red one is your sister, the white one is you, the yellow one is Qianqin, and the blue one is Huibai.]
[I wish that it would be a peaceful and beautiful era, where there would be vast and distant golden wheat fields, where the wind would blow through the wheat and the wheat would dance, and the golden wheat would be layers of overlapping sunlight. The sunlight would fall on our palms, and together with the reincarnated Hui Bai, the four of us would sit under the fallen sycamore tree, looking at the distant bright red sunset, which would gradually spread into the color of toast covering the sky and the earth. Then I would wave my brush and record the smiles on your and your sister's faces.]
[Would you like to?]
【Are you willing to live that kind of life with us? 】
[Looking forward to that day, magpie]
…
This was the last letter from Si Que that Su Mingan received.
When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not the scene when Si Que was 18 years old, but the familiar black water dream.
——He is back.
Si Que's memory ended.
"...What happened next?" His heart tightened instantly, and a strong pain surged in his chest. He immediately closed his eyes and tried to return to the time of the Second Era, which was full of sunshine and the smell of wheat. However, the black water was surging at his feet, and he was like a prisoner with his legs and feet trapped, with no sign of flying out of his body.
It's like a story that ends suddenly or a poem that ends abruptly.
What happened in the end?
At the small round table, the young man with purple hair and golden eyes opened the lid of the tea and tasted the mellow Earl Grey tea. He cast a cool gaze over:
"Mr. Lighthouse, there is no more story after this. You are back to reality."
Su Ming'an looked at Si Que like a drowning man grabbing a straw, eager to verify: "Si Que, you encountered a miracle later, right? So you survived and have lived to this day. You also participated in the 18-year-old Creator Competition, stood on the world stage and won the championship, and everyone knew your name. Under your leadership, people in the world no longer discriminate against Creators... Your twelve stories are complete. You traveled around the world with your sister, Hui Bai and Qian Qin always accompanied you, and you set foot on the vast and sincere golden land..."
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