At this moment, a figure in a khaki windbreaker flashed down the corridor and walked into the ward. Her red braid drew a red line in the air, like a scarlet butterfly.
…
Su Mingan had a very long dream.
He walked through the apocalypse surrounded by steel and concrete, and across the blood-stained black and white chessboard. The girl in a white coat handed him candy, and behind her were blue sky and white clouds.
He walked through the cold white city. A girl with blond hair and blue eyes tugged at his sleeve and sang the fairy tale song of the King and the Witch for him. Suddenly, she disappeared in the sound of the piano, like a scattered dead fire.
He walked past the gray teaching building. A young man holding a golden trophy waved to him, and his figure gradually disappeared among the spotlights.
He walked through the dim village, where blood-stained crosses hung high and ghosts sighed under coffins.
He was bathed in the blue-purple sky, hundreds of white doves circled the tower, the white figure stood quietly in the distance, and thousands of souls sang to it.
He saw the wooden building collapsing in flames and the black-haired girl and her lover kissing in the firelight.
He blew the salty and humid sea breeze, the golden-armored knight stood guarding the city wall, the red-haired girl looked back at him. The red rose pierced the devil's heart, and the dazzling cloud city collapsed in the waves.
He walked through the black fog, and the girl in the red robe shed tears. She used herself as fire, burning all the filth and ignorant beliefs in the world, and held up the entire dark sky with her own strength.
Then he walked into the light.
The sun shone through the gaps between the leaves and sprinkled on his body, like strands of hollow golden light. Thousands of dancing ginkgo leaves passed slowly around him.
Countless leaves turned from gold to white due to the change in light, and thousands of flying golden "butterflies" filled the path, walking along with his footsteps.
"Louis, would you like to go for a walk with me?"
He heard someone calling him, so he turned around.
Nothing.
No one stood among the flying ginkgo leaves.
He could only keep moving forward and walk along this ginkgo trail.
Suddenly, he saw a white-haired young man walking among the steel machines. He was clearly a flesh and blood man, but he seemed to have merged into the mechanical army.
The look in his eyes was like that of a wounded beast, a silent tombstone, or a damp and rotten swamp in the rain, but his soul was pure white.
"Lovis." The white-haired young man came forward and said, "Come with me for a walk."
Su Ming'an's throat became clogged for a moment, and he wanted to answer "OK", but the next moment, the white-haired young man shattered and dissipated in front of his eyes, like a colorful white butterfly.
Only the sound of the flute could be heard faintly, and the bamboo flute rolled to his feet.
…
Su Mingan woke up suddenly.
He opened his eyes and felt a chill and dampness on his back.
He was breathing heavily, his heart was beating very fast. He put his hand on his chest and could clearly feel the rapid vibration in his chest.
[Lewis, come take a walk with me. ]
[Louis, it's great to meet you. 】
[Louis...]
There was only the lingering echo in his ears. He suddenly felt extremely painful, as if he had cried in a dream. Even when he woke up, it felt like a heavy rock was pressing down on him, and his whole body felt as if it was torn apart.
"Calm down... take a deep breath..."
The whispers in his ears seemed to relax him.
Su Mingan adjusted his state, slowed down his breathing, and slowed down his heartbeat... His vision gradually became clear, and he saw the person sitting in front of his bed.
Su Lin sat on a chair in front of the bed, holding a thick leather book in his hands. His eyes were calm, and his shoulders slumped slightly forward, as if he was offering someone to lean on.
"You have suffered from a severe aftereffect of emotional resonance, and you may not wake up. So I wove a dream for you to remind you who you are." Su Lin looked at him and said, "Relax and don't make too much noise, otherwise the group of people outside the door will rush in excitedly when they find out that you are awake."
"Is the war in the two-dimensional world over?" Su Mingan asked immediately without caring about himself.
Su Lin lowered his head slightly, as if he was also touched by the 2,300 simulations of the ruins world. After a moment, he whispered:
"it's over."
"Tonight, the Kaiusta simulation will be completely over."
"Don't worry, no one has yet completed the game perfectly. As the supreme leader of the war, you will be the first one to complete the game perfectly."
In an instant, Su Mingan finally relaxed.
He looked out the window of the ward. Every building in the city was filled with golden sunlight. People walked in the light, their whole bodies flowing with golden light.
The sunshine is so nice today.
Very good.
"Su Lin, thank you." Su Ming'an looked out the window.
Su Lin stared at him for a few seconds. The two of them seemed to be in a silent peace, and Su Lin seemed to be hesitating about something.
When Su Mingan's eyes met his, Su Lin reached out and handed the thing in his hand to Su Mingan.
Su Mingan seemed to sense something and his eyes trembled.
This is a blood-stained bamboo flute.
It lay quietly between Su Lin's palms, and the bloodstains on the flute had not been wiped off.
"The flute he was going to give you was confiscated by the mercenaries, but he didn't know that this is his gift to you." Su Lin said, "It fell on the ruins of the building. Here it is."
Although Su Lin did not say who "he" was, the two knew.
The expression on Su Mingan's face froze.
Five seconds later, he reached out to take the bamboo flute. There was a white string hanging at the end of the flute. The craftsmanship looked very crude. Lin Guang could never learn these things.
But even if he couldn't learn, Lin Guang would always try his best to bring him all the good things. No matter how bad the tea was, he would give it to him; no matter how ugly the silk ribbon was, he would give it to him.
The crooked Chinese character "龙" on the bamboo flute is still ugly. I don't know how Lin Guang can have the nerve to say that he has learned it well.
He smiled subconsciously, then quickly retracted his smile, stroking his fingers on the flute, with only bitterness left in his mouth.
"Don't be too sad, just be true to your feelings." Su Lin said: "You always do a lot of things alone in silence, just like me when I was young. Losing is normal, after trying your best to keep it, just accept it."
“……”Su Mingan lowered his head.
After a moment, he pinned the bamboo flute on the left side of his waist, corresponding to the bamboo flute on the right side.
"I'm not sad."
Su Mingan looked up and gave Su Lin an ugly smile.
"So... I now have two bamboo flutes."
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