There was a burning pain in all my limbs.
Between the data of 0 and 1, the central building collapsed in the tremor. The sky wailed, the atmosphere cracked. The bricks and tiles of the building... were all flying in the strong wind.
Su Ming'an fell from a high altitude, and the first ray of dawn sprinkled into the city through the cracks, like a dawn rain in the daytime.
He fell down holding the light, the sunlight rushed in and carefully carved their blood-stained clothes. Amidst the shock, the sunlight sprinkled into his pupils inch by inch.
He couldn't see the situation in the city-state clearly, nor could he see the flying bricks and stones around him. The endless stream of 0s and 1s swirling around Lin Guang slowed down their descent, as if they were floating in a long, rippling white river.
Lin Guang's white hair fluttered like flowing liquid silver. Even the Hanfu he was wearing was rising.
There was a blank and confused look in his eyes when he looked at Su Mingan, as if there was a thin barrier between them. The helpless sadness and regret burned like fireworks in those pale eyes.
"Lovis..." Lin Guang called in a low voice, as if all the sea water in his heart was overflowing with this call.
Su Mingan stared into Lin Guang's eyes and re-examined this soul.
"'Love' is...what?" Lin Guang's eyes were almost pleading.
He placed his hand over his heart:
“Is love despair?”
He placed his fingers on the bandaged gunshot wound.
“Is love painful?”
Then came his sad eyes.
“Does love mean death?”
Sorrow swept over him like a hurricane. Even though he had asked so many people, he still couldn't find the answer.
He simply cannot support a person with complete logic. So he is strong and fragile, naive and cruel, sensitive and dull, like a tree growing in reverse.
When he saw Lewis being carried to the altar by the people, he could only watch from afar in the City of God. When he saw Lewis silently accepting everyone's anger, he wished so much...
— and for a moment he was able to reach him.
His white hair was tangled in the wind, like a long night drifting in the snow, and there was a sadness in his eyes that was like a mist that could not be dissolved.
Su Mingan's eyebrows trembled, and he suddenly knew how to answer Lin Guang. He replied:
"Lin Guang. What you are doing now is 'love'."
Lin Guang stared at the look in Su Mingan's eyes.
It was this... extremely vivid expression again, an expression he couldn't understand. An expression that he, who was born in a black shell, couldn't touch.
He felt a burning pain in his body, not from the wounds, but because he felt that he was being held by Lewis and he was about to be burned.
He hugged his friend tighter, as if he was hugging a ball of fire that would burn him out, like the primitive human's desire for fire.
His dark Hanfu gradually took on a sticky transparent color, like a black rose withering. His figure gradually faded, as if blending into the skylight.
The program's mission is over and he is disappearing.
"Lin Guang - wait, didn't you say you wanted to stay? Didn't you say you would learn to write Long Guo characters for me to see? Didn't you say you would send me Spring Festival couplets every year? And tea, you haven't tried it with sulfuric acid yet, why don't you brew it anymore?" Su Mingan noticed that Lin Guang was becoming transparent: "Wait a minute..."
Obviously... he just knew what Lin Guang had been through in the past, and what kind of pain Lin Guang had endured. Why did he...
They had only been friends for a minute.
His eyes suddenly felt sore, and this feeling was different from the previous losses.
It was as if I saw a story really come to an end and have an ending.
If you want to wear Hanfu, just wear it. I won’t make the mistake again.
How far have you learned the Chinese characters? Will you make a lot of typos again? I haven't seen it yet.
Didn't you say you invented deep-fried strawberries? It doesn't sound very tasty, but I might try it.
I promise to be friends with you, Lin Guang, I promise.
You are not Lu Shu, really.
You are Lin Guang, the one and only Lin Guang.
Although it's too late.
The plan that cannot be spoken, the wall-facer who keeps his mouth shut, the process of not understanding love, 0321 whose nature has been distorted by the gods...
This friendship came too late.
The air was dyed a light gray with black spots, and their reflections flickered brightly in the neon signs of the tall buildings, like glowing shells.
Amid the flying bricks and tiles, Lin Guang's hug was very tight, as if he was trying to squeeze into his ribs, his ten fingers were like steel hoops. Even the hug was extremely aggressive.
"I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had any faith." He whispered:
"I give you the core of myself that I have managed to preserve—a core that does not trade in words, does not trade in dreams, and is untouched by time, joy, and adversity."
"[I give you my interpretation of your life, my theory of yourself, your true and amazing existence. I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart.]"
"[I tried to impress you with confusion, danger, and failure.]"
"Lovis, I'm just a program."
"I know." Su Ming'an's voice was mixed with bitterness: "I know."
"But Lewis, if I had been the coldest program from the beginning, without self-thinking, without the desire to explore, and without the ability to perceive emotions—"
"If I could have made a perfect countermeasure according to the program from the beginning, instead of a half-finished product that is almost human--"
"You will fail, you will get hurt, you will be touched, you will have a pile of muddy emotions, imperfect, incomplete, regrettable, like a mirage..."
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