"No." Lin Guang stubbornly denied: "There must be a possibility that we can become good friends."
"It has been 32 years since the catastrophe. If I want your City of God, will you agree?" Su Mingan suddenly said.
"..." Lin Guang's expression trembled violently. After a moment, he said in a trembling voice: "No."
"It's been 49 years since the catastrophe. If I ask you to stop the nuclear explosion, will you agree?" Su Mingan asked again.
Lin Guang clenched his fists: "...No."
"In the 63rd year of the catastrophe, if I ask you to tell me all the secrets you have been hiding, will you agree?" Su Mingan asked the third question.
Lin Guang lowered his head: "No."
"Then..." Su Ming'an asked the fourth question softly: "It's been 71 years since the catastrophe. I want you to retreat now and not go along with the gods. Will you agree?"
There was a long silence.
Lin Guang could not give a positive answer to any of the four questions. And these four questions were the goals that Su Mingan had to achieve.
How could they agree on the same position? There is an inevitable contradiction at the root.
How could they be friends?
"Every time I begged you to come with me and escape from the hell of Doomsday City, you refused. In the end, you were betrayed by humans again and again, just as I expected." After a moment, Lin Guang spoke:
"But when they asked you to stay and take care of them, you always stayed without hesitation and didn't leave with me. It was as if I was the hell."
"You don't have any warmth for me. You only try to persuade me when you need me. I am just a tool to you."
When Lin Guang said this, he suddenly stretched out his hand. Su Mingan was about to step back, but found that Lin Guang was only reaching out to him.
Like a madman, Lin Guang peeled off his Hanfu, exposing his shoulders, forearms, abdomen... bloody bandages, and purple pinch marks on his neck. The bright red blood oozed out with his movements, staining the bandages like white roses stained with blood.
Su Mingan watched the scene vigilantly, and only then did he realize that Lin Guang was seriously injured, with wounds all over his body.
Who can hurt Lin Guang?
"I think I've told you more than once not to treat me as an NPC." Lin Guang pulled the bloody bandage and whispered, "But your attitude has been the same from beginning to end. You treat me like a wild beast that could go crazy at any time - you never considered that I might not have bad intentions towards you."
"Of course I have considered it." Su Ming'an said softly, "You crushed my consideration with your own hands."
"It was God who told me that this was the right thing to do. I didn't know how I could hurt you," Lin Guang said.
"A beast that is controlled by people." Su Mingan said, "Isn't it a beast anymore?"
He clenched his five fingers together; the glass wound on his palm was still bleeding.
"You sewed up the wound that was caused." Su Mingan raised his tone again: "Does it mean that the damage has never been caused?"
There was a crack in Lin Guang's expression.
He seemed to realize something and looked at Su Mingan with dull eyes, as if begging Su Mingan not to continue talking.
Don't... continue talking.
Please.
"If you are really Lu Shu..." Su Ming'an shouted, clenching his fists, forgetting that his wound was still bleeding, and the end of his voice was as sharp as a knife:
"——After doing all that in the past forty years, can you still be Lu Shu?"
The reason why people are human beings is that they are connected by social relations with each other. When these social relations and experiences are gone, then this person can no longer be the person in the social relationship.
At this moment,
The taut string around Lin Guang's body broke as his expression collapsed.
…
[I looked down upon the world like a god, and never thought that one day I would be as humble as a rat in the gutter.]
[I used to not understand what "friends" meant, what "loneliness" meant, all I could feel was despair and numbness. Finally, I can feel a little bit of happiness, and I want to keep it.]
【but why……】
【Can’t do it? 】
…
"good."
At this moment, Lin Guang's voice was very quiet. He stood there, like a lonely tree.
A bleak smile appeared on his pale face, like a rotten tree that finally broke under the heavy weight.
"It's still Lu Shu."
"It's still... Lu Shu."
He placed his fingers on his left chest and tore open the bandage there. Then, he placed his fingers close to the skin there, and his nails dug into it, and he actually began to tear the skin on his left chest. Blood flowed along his nails, seeping into the gaps between his nails, and flowed between his fingers.
Su Mingan watched this scene and felt that Lin Guang's behavior was more and more ridiculous. He moved to the right step by step, calling "Captain Mu" in a low voice.
The words in front of him flickered, which seemed to be Captain Mu's response, but due to the overlapping visual and auditory hallucinations, Su Mingan could not see clearly.
Wave after wave of overly strong emotional resonance overwhelmed all his senses, as if there was a figure in Hanfu, silently staying in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
Blood splattered in the water. The figure in Hanfu moved slightly, raised his head, and looked in an unknown direction.
[Is there still any meaning? ]
【You must never give up. 】
[Being shot, being stabbed by a sword, being thrown off a train, or being burned by flames. ]
【It doesn’t matter if you are misunderstood or hated. 】
【You must never give up. 】
…
In the endless hallucinations, Su Mingan even saw - under the dim light, a white-haired figure standing in the room. He put the dried ink couplets into the travel backpack; sorted out the flute scores; sorted the ginkgo leaves written in the diary by year, and locked them one by one in the cabinet; carefully hid the stitches and made a jingling knot.
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