The soldiers nearby also surrounded him at the same time, and they tried their best to hold Su Ming'an's body. In their eyes, the Battle of Dawn had just been won, and "Asa Akto" must not commit suicide.
"Su Ming'an, are you so selfish that you want to be buried with her?" Su Lin said word by word. He knew that only this statement could stop Su Ming'an from committing suicide: "If you die, everything will be over. What about the promise you made to me? What about the humans on Zhaixing? What about Luna who died for you? How can I go back to Praia if you die?"
"You are a selfish person who only has Praya in your eyes." Su Mingan suddenly spoke.
There wasn't even a hint of sadness or anger in his voice.
Su Lin laughed angrily:
"You are right. I would rather you only have your own world in your eyes. You are still young. Committing suicide is a stupid thing to do. I am older than you. I know you will regret your whole life because of your momentary impulse. It is normal for a person to sacrifice himself here. Your journey has just begun!"
He held Su Mingan's hand tightly.
The wind and snow covered their hair, and no one dared to come over to hold an umbrella. A layer of wet snow fell on Su Mingan's shoulders.
"[Normal] should not be considered [ordinary]."
Su Mingan said in a low voice.
Su Lin was about to continue persuading him when he suddenly saw Su Mingan raise his head.
The jet-black hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes were like the noisy sea breeze and tides.
"I am a human, Su Lin!" Su Ming'an's eyes were red and bloodshot: "I am not... a clearance machine."
Su Mingan's gaze was as sharp as a knife.
Su Lin's grip loosened a little.
At this moment, Su Lin took a step back and stared at Su Mingan in a daze. He suddenly felt a sense of disobedience.
It seemed that Su Mingan's state should not be like this. Everything Su Mingan showed now, including his expression, movements, and words... made him feel out of place.
——Su Mingan...seems to be performing.
What to perform?
Why did Su Mingan continue to perform before he died?
A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to Su Lin's mind - Su Mingan was not the kind of person who would commit suicide. Su Mingan's death must be able to save something, which is why Su Mingan wanted to die. This was the only logical thing to do.
"You..." Su Lin realized that Su Mingan's "means of redemption" must not be exposed, so Su Mingan must act like he is "heartbroken and wants to commit suicide" to prevent being forcibly interrupted by some unpredictable factors.
——So much so that after Su Mingan learned of Yueyue’s death, his first reaction was still to act.
What makes Su Mingan's death possible to save everything?
authority.
Death...power?
Death...the power of reincarnation?
Su Lin's eyes trembled, and in an instant, the overwhelming shock like a flood broke through his psychological defenses.
——Is Su Mingan still a human being?
He thought he had gradually seen through Su Mingan, the traveler from another world. He treated Su Mingan as an elder and wanted to help this 19-year-old young man move on, but he never imagined that... one day he would be shocked by Su Mingan's god-like calmness.
Even before his death, Su Mingan was able to perform calmly even in extreme pain in order to ensure that his death would not be interrupted.
...How strong is his heart?
Su Lin let go of his hand.
He couldn't say a word. He couldn't take his eyes away from Su Ming'an's bloodshot eyes. In those eyes, he saw the layers of tombstones and the long river of memory formed by countless timelines.
The young man in front of me used his tenacity to weave a camouflaged cage, allowing the active expression of his self to turn into a fluttering butterfly dancing in the cage, and transforming his independent suffering into a beautiful performance.
No one can understand this beautiful drama. Everyone's eyes are superficial, and they only see the arrogance and success of the performer. Look at him high and mighty, look at him having smooth sailing, look at him being unstoppable, look at him being all-knowing and all-powerful like a god, and the drama will never end. Named "Ready Player One", it is a popular, exquisite and grand drama, and everyone is amazed and happy to watch it.
And behind the curtain, in the corners where the light does not reach, on the abandoned stages, the performers tear off their costumes that are stuck to their flesh and blood, and step over the mountain of their own bones.
...He is only nineteen years old.
Su Lin suddenly understood that Su Ming'an must have experienced such deep despair and failure countless times before he could be calm enough to figure out how to start over.
His ideals are far from being described as "grand" or "terrifying".
There was a soft "cluster" sound.
Su Mingan pushed away the soldier who was blocking him and pointed his finger at his temple without any hindrance.
As the bright red blood flowed, Su Lin saw Su Ming'an's expression amid the soldiers' exclamations. He was exhausted, sad, and determined. Su Ming'an's calmness was incompatible with the sadness of the crowd, and death did not even bring him too much pain.
"You are too tired." Su Lin said.
Whether standing on the stage, in the eyes of everyone, looking like a dog for the organizers, or going deep into the shadows, dying again and again until you get used to it.
Su Lin held him, frost fell on his face, and his face was as white as snow.
"...Did you figure it out?" Su Mingan's breath gradually dissipated.
"Um."
"Then I am... happy." Su Mingan said: "Although... it's just this time."
He smiled a genuine smile.
Such a warm, relieved and reassuring smile, as if he had found a fellow traveler, was the first time Su Lin saw it on his face.
Su Lin silently supported Su Ming'an until the young man was no longer breathing. He knew that this rescue would be difficult and it was almost impossible to succeed in Su Ming'an's condition in the early morning.
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