...In other words, this time it might be a farewell forever.
Su Mingan lowered his head and said softly:
"Then don't talk about confession, or such profound topics as hell and heaven."
"Before we part, please say something you want to say."
"You have been 'Olives' your whole life, the strongest creator your whole life, the 'glorious shepherd of the world' your whole life...but you have never really been a little magpie for a single day."
Click, click—
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【23:57】
…
Last three minutes.
Si Que's golden pupils shrank, and after a moment of silence, his smile suddenly became free and relieved.
It was as if all the huge rocks in his body were suddenly let go, and the pain that had lingered in him for 3029 major resets and tens of millions of years turned into flying snow and disappeared in this smile.
In the blink of an eye, it was already far away in the ocean.
All the sufferings in the world turn into falling snow.
"Yes, I have written so many words for others, it is finally time for me to say something of my own."
"Mr. Lighthouse."
"...Want to listen to some music?"
Su Mingan concentrated, was stunned for a moment, and nodded slowly:
"Well, then let's invite the great artist from Lovasa."
The stars were twinkling in the sky. They were sitting under the blue sky and white clouds. The two figures seemed to have turned into two planets.
The ocean of a planet occupies 70% of its area, and the 30% of land is turquoise. It looks like a blue water ball.
A planet with brilliant colors, spreading roots like clouds and mist, beautiful as a song, like a colorful glass ball.
At this moment, they seem to be a soft bridge between two civilizations.
——What does “love” mean? Why is “love” painful? Why is “love” a song?
For life, for soul, for ideals, for all the unattainable things, for broken promises, for close friends who are destined to be separated, for the torchbearer left in the darkness, for the elegy in the crowd, for the eve of dawn, for the weeping blood of the nightingale, for the dim morning star, for the broken pride, for the end of the century, and for the best ending that is hard to accept.
For all this it's worth chasing.
——It is also for "love" itself.
"Want to hear something? Mr. Lighthouse."
"What can you do?"
"Violin, guitar, flute, harp... anything is fine. I know everything about art."
Su Mingan thought for a moment and said, "Then let's ask the great artist from Luowasha to show us his guitar skills."
He always thought that people who could play guitar were cool. If Ms. Lin hadn't forced him, he might have worked part-time as a guitarist.
The purple-haired young man smiled, and the smile gradually became fuller, no longer dry and pale, like a magpie gradually growing flesh and blood.
He reached out his right hand and held a mahogany guitar in his arms, which exuded a fresh woody fragrance.
After trying a few notes lightly, he lowered his head gently, his golden eyes slightly closed, hiding the fatigue and weakness in his eyes.
He didn't tell Su Mingan that he had actually lost his sight, but that didn't affect his singing.
A few seconds later, a voice as clear as a stream, yet with a hint of vicissitudes, resounded throughout the dream:
"?"
"【Girl from the small town, listen to me,】"
“【There is a madman in this world.】”
"[He has long purple hair that looks like a big windmill.]"
"【With a pair of golden eyes like the sun.】"
"If you saw it on the street,
"【You must stay away from him.】"
"?"
"[What's wrong with him?]"
"[I have torn down the building of science, and I have also bent over to smell a flower,]"
“[I have opened Pandora’s box that overturned the world, and I have also brewed a simple cup of tea.]”
"[He stole the branch of the World Tree,]"
"[Write jokes about ten thousand worlds,]"
"[Tear down Don Quixote's windmill,]"
"[Drank the wind and sand on Theseus' ship,]"
"[Leading people out of Plato's cave,]"
"[Throw Sisyphus's stone off a cliff.]"
"?"
"【Little Wheat, born in Wheat Village,】"
"【Traveling across the ocean to various places,】"
"[The sorrow buried at the foot of the sacred mountain,]"
"[Walking into the immortal mountain,]"
"It was he who killed the scientific age."
“【It is also the home in the hearts of all the deceased.】”
"?"
"[Oh, the world,]"
"[Can he create books about new worlds?]"
"This utopia and ivory tower,
"[Which one belongs to him?]"
“[A home where everyone can have enough food and warm clothes,]”
"【When will the millions of mansions be used to help the world?】"
"?"
"【Following the pen tip, the river of the human world slowly falls,】"
"[That lunatic is thinking about you guys.]"
"[All the people in a hurry,]"
"【Go and be the one who spreads the fire...】"
"?"
The sound of the guitar is like a string plucked at the heart.
Time has come to the last moment.
“Click, click…”
Su Mingan seemed to sense something and raised his head——
A warm touch brushed across his forehead.
While humming, Si Que waved the purple-gold feather pen and tapped Su Mingan's forehead, officially handing over the anchor point of the [protagonist].
From then on, the protagonist of the story changed from "Su Liujin" to "Si Que", and then from "Si Que" completely returned to "Su Ming'an".
Colorful starlight sprinkled in front of Su Mingan's eyes, and Si Que's figure gradually turned into star sand.
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