【9:20 p.m., Border Town.】
"One cold winter night, a young man wanted to ask the girl he had a crush on to dance. He needed a red rose, but after searching for a long time, he could only find white roses."
"The nightingale on the branch was moved by his emotion. It pierced the rose's thorn with its breast. The white rose turned bright red with blood."
"The nightingale died with hope for love, but the young man was rejected by the girl because he was poor, and he angrily threw the red rose into the gutter."
“…That’s the end of the story.”
In front of her was a microphone and a receiver. Xiaomei read aloud the fairy tales she had heard from the players with great emotion. A large group of children gathered around her and listened to her story.
This is the border town - because Doomsday City is not safe, many children have been sent out of Doomsday City.
Xiaomei has been staying in the border town. She doesn't want to cause trouble for Su Mingan, so she doesn't dare to run around.
After discovering a signal tower here, her aspirations were aroused - during the time she listened to the radio in the Measurement City, she had always wanted to become a radio host.
So, during this time, she sat in the signal tower and told stories to the children through the speaker.
"Then, Sister Xiaomei, if you were Nightingale, would you choose to meet that young man?" said the girl.
"I..." Xiaomei thought for a moment, facing the children's expectant gaze: "I probably won't do that... I'm a very timid person. I'm afraid of pain and death. I can't dye roses red with my blood and sing praises to love at the same time. It's too painful..."
"The nightingale is so stupid. Why should it die for someone else's love?" said a boy.
"Isn't there a sentence in the article? 'But love is better than life. Besides, how can a bird's heart compare to a human's heart?'" The girl said: "But I am very curious... Sister Xiaomei, I often hear people talk about love, what is love?"
What is love?
Xiao Mei subconsciously clenched the pages of the book in her hand. This question was too complicated. For thousands of years, poets and philosophers had exhausted all the gorgeous words and long paragraphs to describe it, but no one could accurately explain its meaning.
But when she heard this question, only one person came to her mind.
In the early hours of the morning, he passed by her in a wheelchair.
It was a rainy day, in a pool of blood, and he reached out his hand to her.
On a sunny afternoon, in the bustling city, he and she walked into the cinema.
His eyes were always full of tolerance and respect. Even in the coldest rainstorm, there was sunshine in her eyes.
People say that the first person that comes to mind when you hear the word "love" is the person that "love" represents.
So, in her eyes, "love" is...
"Meow~" The heavy white cat on her shoulder purred, its big fluffy tail brushing her cheek. Xiaomei seemed to be suddenly awakened, her fingers trembled, and she did not answer the question.
If the "young man" in the fairy tale was him and the "nightingale" was her, would she dye the roses red for him?
Will it?
She seemed...still not brave enough.
"Today's story is over, you can go back to sleep." Xiaomei immediately stood up and tidied up the scripts on the table.
It was already late, and the children yawned and left the signal tower. Only Xiaomei was left staring blankly at the reflective glass in front of her, and the microphones around her were flashing with rustling noises.
At this time, the sound of footsteps was heard.
"Xiao Mei - I heard that you are very familiar with Su Mingan. I want to give him a New Year's gift. Can you give me some advice?"
The person who was speaking was a female gamer with brown-blond hair and a mature look.
The actions of the players are full of purpose, and this female player is no exception. She knows that Xiaomei is the target of Su Mingan's mission, and she wants to help Su Mingan, so she will protect Xiaomei.
Xiaomei subconsciously asked: "Why did you give him a gift? Do you like him?"
The female player was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "No, I just want to give him a gift. Kaiusta is about to end, and he should rest for a few hours. I can give him the gift while he rests."
Xiaomei asked in confusion, "You don't like him, but you want to give him a gift? He doesn't even know you."
“Does it matter?”
With Xiaomei's puzzled look on her face, the female player sat on the chair next to her. The data on the signal tower's screen flashed, illuminating her profile with a cold white light.
"It's true that many people like him, but it's too sad to have love without an ending," said the female player.
"Then why do you..." Xiaomei said.
"You want to hear it? It's not an interesting story."
"I want to listen." Xiaomei said.
The female player smiled and lowered her head and said:
"Three months ago, I was in depression, crying all day and all night. I was afraid of zombies, skeletons, and all monsters in dungeons.
As I sat in the park crying, a small missionary group passed by me and gave me a copy of Notes from a Lighthouse. They said that everyone can shine their light.”
The female player laughed when she said this:
"I didn't take it seriously at the time, I just searched for Su Mingan's live broadcast. As a result, the more I watched, the more addicted I became. I thought, if he is so good at it as a peer, why can't I be able to do it?"
"On the day he taught in Constantine, my mother had already suffered from mental illness, and I had been in despair for half a month. But his piano playing awakened me... At that time, I was thinking, he could play such a beautiful piano despite such a heavy burden, so why can't I bloom?"
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