"Really?" Su Mingan said.
He couldn't remember ever showing his childish side.
"When you came to Beacon Fire in 1932, I felt that you were an extraordinary person. Later, Beacon Fire became District 11, and District 11 became Doomsday City, and more and more people saw you.
But I have seen you in a bad mood. When Feisi died, when Yaowen disappeared, when Luna died, when Xia Sheng died, when Tretia died, when Su Xiaobi jumped down... At that time, I felt that you were actually very lonely.
You can be resourceful and calm to the point of shocking. But you can also make mistakes and act like a sulking child, and that’s when you feel like a real person, not a perfect statue.”
"...I didn't say anything insincere." Su Mingan said.
"You are not speaking what you mean now," said Mori.
Su Mingan's eyes were unfocused.
He couldn't laugh at all at this time.
"I'm sorry, but I really want to finish what I'm saying," Mori said.
"It doesn't matter." Su Mingan said.
"After tonight, the war will surely be completely over. By then..." Sen paused for a moment, his voice suddenly trembling:
"Can you bury me... together with Xia Sheng?"
When facing death, the old man was much more calm and composed than the young man. He just said, "It's finally over. My life has finally come to an end."
He missed the chance to die on the battlefield that year, and felt uneasy about it for the rest of his life. Now he still died on the battlefield, which can be considered a worthy death.
But when mentioning "Xia Sheng", Sen's voice actually trembled and fluctuated.
That name seemed to be a memory he would never forget in his life.
"Okay." Su Mingan agreed.
Sen suddenly stretched out his hand.
His thin sleeves slipped down naturally, revealing an arm that was dry and black like a skeleton, with five fingers slightly raised upwards, as if trying to grab something.
Su Mingan bowed slightly.
So Sen's hand successfully touched his face.
Sen's body was weak to begin with, and he suffered greatly from the long-term detention. His hands were covered with frostbite and scratches.
Before he died, he touched the face of the city lord whom he admired most. It was like looking at a cluster of light, or like a ray of light finally touched another ray of light.
Then,
The light fell into nothingness little by little.
"I can finally..."
The old man rubbed his purple lips:
"I went to see Xia Sheng."
"He rested twenty-four years longer than I did,"
"I'm finally going to meet him."
Su Mingan's eyes trembled.
Some people say that people who have left this world simply no longer exist in this one, two, or three-dimensional space. In fact, they exist in a larger world with more people, but their form of existence has changed.
Sometimes, the heavy tombstones are them, the wind in the ears are them, the white birds in the sky are them, the lotus flowers in the pond are them, and the steaming milk on the table are them.
As for Sen Celstia——
Su Mingan ran straight into the bright red in his pupils.
Those flames that never stop burning are him from now on.
His son Cheng Celstia and grandson Che Celstia have fought for the preservation of humanity all their lives. There is also a burning fire in their eyes.
"Lord, after tonight, go enjoy the tomorrow brought by humans. This is what you deserve." The old man's mouth was bleeding more and more:
"Neither for life nor for death, humans are all carrying out their own beliefs. Some die for love, some die for happiness, and some die after experiencing suffering. This is too complicated, and you must... understand it a hundred times more deeply than an ordinary person like me."
"So, I will only give you my blessing..."
The old man said this and withdrew his hand.
He folded his hands solemnly on his knees, straightened his back and raised his head slightly.
At this moment, his whole body seemed to suddenly exude a sharp aura, and the pedantic feeling of old age suddenly dissipated in an instant.
Just like this moment,
The young Beacon Leader who was sitting on a high stool and slowly turning his head towards Louis, the newcomer who walked into the tavern in the year 32 of the Cataclysm - is back.
Su Mingan had seen him at his sharpest.
If the world is extremely dark, there must always be someone walking in the front, so that those behind can still see their backs when they look up. There must always be a flame of hope, otherwise what is the meaning of sacrifice?
"Sen Celstia."
The old man solemnly repeated his name:
"Here are my best wishes to you..."
A large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth, turning purple-black.
"Own a piece of memory tomb with flowers blooming everywhere..."
"I wish you..."
His eyes were always sharp, and the fire in them never went out on this journey home.
"This is the last time...to lose."
The cold rain poured into Su Mingan's clothes. He could no longer feel the difference between hot and cold. The sky and the earth were hazy, as if they were connected as one.
In the distance, there was the sound of a baby crying, mixed with the sound of wind chimes in residential buildings. The buildings were always peaceful, and the blood and rain on the streets could not disturb them.
Su Mingan could vaguely smell the fragrance of lilies.
Then he remembered the girl who gave him the first bouquet of lilies. She was Mori's granddaughter and died resisting his invasion.
Three generations of heroes of the Celstia family.
"I heard it." Su Mingan said:
"I will remember the last words, everyone."
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