Lin Guang's voice trembled:
"——If I had been a perfect trap program from the beginning, without the memories and flaws of Lin Guang and Lu Shu as they are now..."
There was a struggle that was almost broken in his eyes:
"——Will I not feel as sad as I do now?"
From the past to the present, from the present to the future. So many lamp holders walked towards Su Mingan. Some turned into white birds flying high on the bell tower, some became a monument, some slept under the lotus pond, some jumped off the cliff for him, and some blossomed ice-blue Lycoris radiata...
And what will he become?
A piece of data that leaves nothing behind?
"You are not him in the first place." Su Mingan said, "It's okay even without his memories. You are you."
"Is he that good?" Even if Lin Guang didn't say who "he" was, the two of them understood.
Su Mingan nodded.
"I'm fine too." Lin Guang said.
Su Mingan nodded again.
Of course you are fine.
Between the crumbling bricks and stones, their black and white hair flew high, like the shadows of fluttering butterflies. The new dawn sprinkled through the cracks in the bricks and stones, and sprinkled into the pupils of every resident of the city-state.
The Hanfu and the blood-stained robe rubbed against each other, like a pair of butterflies intertwining and dancing in the air. Both of them were dyed with sunlight, and even when they were falling, they seemed to be coexisting with the dawn.
They are slowly falling in the long river of data of 0s and 1s, as if swimming in the cycle of time.
"Am I your friend?"
——And Lin Guang said this in Su Mingan’s ear:
"Are you a friend who doesn't regret it?"
Maybe it took a long time, or maybe it was just a moment.
Su Mingan responded in a low voice:
"yes."
Lin Guang smiled slightly on his stiff face:
"Thanks."
"Although I still don't understand...what 'love' is."
"I feel like crying a little bit."
"If I had been the first one to meet you, if I didn't have the 'Faction Boss' sign on me, if I hadn't been twisted into this state by the gods, would there be a slight possibility that we could have become friends earlier?"
“…”
Su Mingan's eyes trembled.
He then responded firmly:
"yes."
You who are not stained by haze, you who have no mud in your eyes.
For the sake of your friends’ hobbies, you can study tea making, Chinese calligraphy, painting, and flute music for decades - you are so determined, so eager for friendship, and so pure and innocent.
If I really met you like that in the beginning.
I will definitely become friends with you.
...but there are no ifs.
At the end of the dissipation, the two landed on the ground. Amid the cracking of the earth and the flying of bricks and tiles, Lin Guang tremblingly took out a bamboo flute.
The clear sound of the flute came from his lips, and he thought of all the experiences he had with Lewis. He didn't have time to play all the flute pieces he had written for forty years to Lewis, so he only played the original "Missing".
At that time, in the garden villa of District 11, a white-haired agent stood at the door. The white grid surrounded the lights that were turned on in the daytime, making the clear water sparkle, as if a long bridge of water and light had been built.
The agent's white hair fluttered in the wind, like frost and snow that had not melted for a thousand years.
A gust of wind moved.
The two people forty years ago looked at each other.
——It seems like eternity.
Su Mingan let out a trembling laugh.
Lin Guang smiled slightly, like a spring breeze under the snow.
His figure became more and more transparent, like a bubble that was about to burst, including his pale face, those fluttering white hair... all were dissipating uncontrollably, like a butterfly that was gradually breaking into pieces.
He played the flute, the sound getting lower and lower, but there was a joy in his eyes that almost ignited people -
Lewis.
——I used Lu Shu’s model to learn how to make friends. I expressed my joy for my friend when we first met. I hope you will become the light in my life.
——I treat your enemies with Lu Shu's tone and scold those who hate you.
——I will use Lu Shu’s tea art and Lu Shu’s pets to communicate with you.
——I use Lu Shu's hair color, Lu Shu's similar body shape, Lu Shu's paranoia and confusion to face this cruel world. Even just because I am similar to Lu Shu, you pay attention to me.
But I am not Lu Shu, and I am not even life itself. I hate being misunderstood, but the irony is that everything I do is based on being misunderstood.
Without a direction and bottom line of your own, there is no blank sheet of paper in life.
Just like I don’t understand why you are so sad now.
...as if I were about to cry.
"...I won't be alone anymore."
Lin Guang paused in his flute, and there was a sobbing tone in his voice. He clung even closer to Su Mingan, as if this would allow them to become a real life:
“…Someone is holding me.”
…
“Wuwuwu——”
The last syllable came out from the flute.
Then with a bang, the bamboo flute rolled down.
Su Mingan felt his arms lighten, and a butterfly suddenly flew to his side, small and flame-like. It circled around him lovingly, like a gentle fire.
Perhaps it was an illusion brought about by fatigue, but what he saw above him seemed to be no longer falling bricks and stones, but falling ginkgo leaves. The dawn sky cast soft golden-red light through the shadows of the trees. The leaves shattered the light, and the light melted into the leaves, licking his clothes inch by inch. The light was so warm that it made people feel dizzy.
Then he saw a very big Samoyed.
A big dog with pure white fur stood under a ginkgo tree. Scarlet butterflies danced around it. The magenta from the sky kissed its fur, and it seemed as if it was dyed by the sunlight.
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