It holds its head high, like a lone wolf watching for the dawn, maintaining an unchanging posture, always waiting under the tree, with bright eyes, as if waiting for someone.
It has waited for a very long time... It has spanned the long-term hatred, fear and sorrow of the people, and endured two thousand three hundred simulations of despair, confusion and loneliness, with the most noble loyalty and persistence.
When Su Mingan met its gaze, it stared at him intently.
"Woof."
It barked at him.
It seems to be calling Lewis.
Dawn rises from afar, showing the miracle of night turning into day. In the distance, a cock crows at dawn, one after another, and a hundred echoes. Wisps of warm light slide down from the sky inch by inch, illuminating all the darkness around Samoyed. Those dry grasses, those unopened flower buds, those little lives in the soil... slowly break through the soil and poke their heads out, enjoying the beauty of dawn.
They were shielded from the cold rain by the Samoyed's body all night, and finally welcomed a new life with the arrival of the sun, full of spring.
The Samoyed, which had been blocking the cold rain all night, shook off the heavy raindrops on its body and slowly lowered its head.
Its weak body fell down bit by bit, its pale eyes closed little by little, and its white hair, which seemed to be condensed from sunlight, fluttered in the wind.
"Woof."
It barked weakly at Su Mingan again.
As if saying goodbye to him.
When it fell, there was silence and solemnity all around.
The clouds and mist dissipated, and all the rivers seemed to converge in its eyes.
——At dawn, the Samoyed died in the rain, while the creatures it protected lived forever in the sunshine.
“Wuwuwu——”
The flute stopped.
Su Mingan still maintained his embrace, as if he was embracing the sunshine of an entire city.
White light gently scattered from his cheeks, arms, and chest, like pure white butterflies. The Hanfu embroidered with pine and bamboo, the fluttering white hair, the pair of pale pupils that were staring at him closely... all had disappeared.
His throat choked and he could no longer see the Samoyed in the illusion, nor the white-haired young man in reality.
His hands subconsciously reached forward, but he couldn't feel any body temperature.
“Lin Guang…?” He called out softly, as if he was afraid of breaking something.
He lowered his head and looked into his arms, but saw nothing.
The light disappeared. Only the fluttering white light, like little butterflies, brushed against his hair and clothes.
“Bang!”
A bamboo flute rolled at his feet, with a line of crooked Dragon language engraved on it: "A gift for Lewis".
"Lin Guang?"
Su Mingan called out again, his lips wet with bitterness:
"Lin Guang...?"
No one responded.
There was nothing in sight except flying bricks and stones.
His newfound friends dissipated.
His vision began to blur and uncontrollable tears welled up in his eyes. All that was left in front of him was a blinding white, like a ray of light deep in the mist.
Sharp pain and a sense of loss spread from his internal organs. He covered his face, sadness filled his skull, as if a hand was squeezing his heart, and his eyes were filled with resonant hallucinations and double images.
“Lin…”
He uttered a word and took a deep breath. His throat felt sticky and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His head hurt as if it had been split open by a knife.
The only thing in front of him was a silver-white pistol with lilies and butterflies carved on it, which had fallen to the ground. It seemed to have a pair of light-colored eyes, staring at him.
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[Lewis, come take a walk with me. ]
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[Louis, I want to be friends with you. I learned a new tune and want to play it for you.]
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[Louis, because I know you are coming, I let every flower in the garden stay in the most beautiful moment. Spring is coming, look! Spring is coming, this is the spring I prepared for you! ]
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[Lovis, when the war is over, I will definitely become your friend.]
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[Louis, the lilies are blooming beautifully today. I want to give them to you.]
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[Louis...]
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[Louis...]
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【Lewis.】
【What is love? 】
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Love is the courage to die for a person, a thing, or even the world.
Even though that person had no name, no appearance, and no love. The friendship he longed for, Lewis's care, human emotions and smiles did not belong to him. The whole world, including the gods, treated him badly.
But in the end he chose love.
Silent and tragic, romantic and desperate.
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What is love?
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——No need to ask.
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That day, it rained all night in the two-dimensional world, and it stopped when the bell rang.
That day, a beautiful, elf-like scarlet butterfly flew across the night sky, as if tearing through a crack in the darkness, carrying the flower fairy that brought spring.
People woke up from the resonance, raised their heads, hugged each other, and moved forward.
Only one person remained.
There will no longer be a white-haired young man in the world who will call him "Lewis", no longer the Dragon Chinese characters he had not finished learning, his more than a thousand paintings, his unfinished drafts, the flute music he had not been able to play, and the tea he had not improved.
His 40-year wait was over. He wrote a ginkgo leaf diary, learned 6,537 Chinese characters, brewed 3,628 cups of tea, read 2,298 poems, drew 1,267 pictures about Lewis, and wove 287 silk threads...
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