In a trance, he seemed to really resonate with Akto, and he knew exactly what tone and words Akto would use next. In front of him seemed to be the white-haired boy who held out the medicine bowl to him. The boy coaxed him to go to bed as soon as possible, and told him that the medicine could not possibly taste good. This was the scene in his memory.
……What's wrong?
...The aftereffects of emotional resonance?
Could it be that he never came out?
One hour and forty minutes of resonance... How could he get out of it so quickly?
"Xiaobei."
He spoke, and his voice and tone at this time were almost exactly the same as Akto's, who was in emotional resonance.
"People always have to move forward. Whether it's responsibility or shackles, I won't hesitate." Su Mingan said, his voice seemed to resonate with Akto:
"[No matter how they look at you, whether it's looking up to you, looking down on you, or hating you, it shouldn't make any difference to you.] Xiaobei, I don't want you to be sad after I leave."
"The sky is clear and everything is coming back to life. Spring is such a joy. But it is still a little chilly. We still need to hold on for a while."
Xiaobei's pupils moved slightly.
His eyes were like a piece of ice that hurt when touched.
He waited for so long that his soul was exhausted.
If Actor reached the limit of his soul's life span in thousands of two-dimensional test simulations and became an old man in his soul, then Xiaobei approached the limit of his soul in the long wait. The years are long and the heart is rotten.
He seemed to want to reach out, but stopped just before touching. In the end, he just asked timidly, his voice as light as a feather:
"Asa."
"Do I still smell like herbs?"
Su Mingan was stunned.
He could not smell anything, even if there was a scent like cedar and herbs, it had long been covered by the blood in the rainstorm. All calls were suppressed, and all scars were buried.
"No more." Su Mingan replied.
"Yeah." Xiaobei said, "It should be."
His face was covered with tear marks, like the crisscrossing moonlight, and the broken light in his eyes was like an old rotten tree that was about to collapse under the heavy weight.
"This rain," he whispered.
"After all... it's too big."
The next moment,
Su Mingan suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door. He was about to dodge with Xiaobei, but Xiaobei suddenly used force and hugged him tightly, not moving.
An invisible bird of wind pierced through Xiaobei's spine and came out from his left chest. At this moment, Xiaobei's eyes were filled with relief.
At the entrance of the medical room, the god who had arrived took back the Swift Bird with an indifferent look on his face. The mechanical army surrounded the entrance of the medical room.
"Found it, traitor." The god withdrew his hand.
Su Ming'an raised his head, his pupils slightly moving, the corners of his eyes and half of his face were covered with splattered scarlet blood. Xiaobei leaned on his shoulder, holding him tightly with both hands. The desire to live was no longer in those azure pupils, as if they were just waiting for the gods to catch up and take action.
Blood dripped onto the ground. Su Ming'an could still feel the hot wind on his shoulder. Xiao Bei's heavy breathing sprayed on his shoulder like a fire that had not yet burned out.
"…I remember a long time ago, this place was called District 11. There weren't that many buildings, and most of them were dead trees."
"There were white birds circling in the sky and ugly wild flowers growing on the land... But I thought it was really beautiful and wanted to see it a few more times..."
"Xiaobei." Su Mingan said, "The ruins world is too cold, and wild flowers only bloom in spring."
It is winter now.
Xiaobei's hand trembled slightly.
Outside the glass window, it seemed as if a beautiful snow track was falling from the sky. A "crackling" sound that made Su Mingan's teeth ache came from his side, and the surrounding walls, tables, medical cabinets... all began to freeze.
Frost condensed at the door, blocking the gods and mechanical army that were about to attack.
Three seconds later, the medical room was completely white, like a snowy paradise. Thick ice walls surrounded it from all sides, preventing any artillery fire or bullets from penetrating.
"Yes, it is indeed... winter now." Xiaobei said stutteringly.
Icy frost spread across his back, condensing and grinding freely, and then transformed into ice flowers blooming on his body. They took root in his flesh and blood, and grew, presenting the final beauty to a person who would never exist here.
Frosty flowers were frozen in the ice and snow, their petals slender and curled, like ice-blue Lycoris radiata - this seemed to be the language of flowers he wanted to express.
The source of light flashed around Xiaobei, the gaping wound on his back and the blood coagulated, and his voice became lower and lower.
The penetrating wound on the chest revealed a big hole, through which one could glimpse the flesh and blood inside. The god's attack was extremely ruthless, even the heart was broken.
"But I have seen spring a long time ago." Xiaobei said in a low voice.
On the distant other side, that person should still be waiting for him under the ginkgo tree.
They agreed that if that person didn't come, he would wait for him... until that person appeared in front of him one day, until the life of his soul ended.
"You must come, you must show up, understand? In the valley, there will be a man named Bei Lisel, who will guard a piece of spring for you. You must remember me..." Xiao Bei whispered:
"Asa, I've been waiting for you for so long, so long that I'm starting to become demented..."
Maybe they had been waiting for each other.
"..."Su Ming'an didn't say anything. Xiaobei gradually turned into ice in his arms.
He would not try to keep Bei Lisel. For Bei Lisel, this was not "death" but "reunion". Even dying in this familiar medical room was the ending Xiao Bei arranged for himself.
Su Mingan's expression was mixed with a trace of barely perceptible pain. He couldn't even estimate what his mood was at the moment, was it pain or joy?
He finally understood why Xiaobei was always half asleep and half awake. It was not an attempt to avoid the facts.
It turns out that's a symptom of Alzheimer's.
Xiaobei, Bei Lisel - just like Akto back then, he exhausted the life and time of his soul, and waited until the end of his soul in thousands of Kaiustas.
One who loves is the world.
A person who loves is one who loves the world.
If you wait your whole life for the world, I will wait your whole life for you.
"Thank you."
Xiao Bei's warm breath sprayed on Su Mingan's shoulder:
"Thank you... for always tolerating my rudeness."
"Yeah." Su Mingan responded.
"One last time... okay?"
"good."
…
"Asa." Xiaobei said.
"Xiaobei." Su Mingan said.
After this conversation.
There was no more wind on his shoulders.
In the midst of ice and snow, a white-haired boy whose body had solidified into a human-shaped frost leaned on his shoulder, his eyes still open.
In those blue pupils, there seemed to be a very far sky, with thousands of ice flowers blooming in unison, welcoming the sunless winter night with smiling faces...
The young man waited among the ice flowers for the figure who had been away for a long time.
…
"I'm back."
"Welcome back."
…
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