Su Mingan's eyes trembled.
Under the cold crimson sunset, the bell tower shone with golden light, like a giant torch. The two of them stood side by side on the bell tower, each carrying the heavy warmth of the sun on their shoulders.
Su Mingan thought that some history would be buried in the past, some heroes would not be given a vindication, and the victims might not even be able to leave their names behind. There was no fairy tale where "everyone got a happy ending."
And abandoned between the past dimensions and virtuality, there are always people who close their eyes with a smile.
It was like a gorgeous feast and a shattered dream.
Although Su Ming'an only jumped between several key time points in Kaiusta and led the Dawn Battle intermittently, he seemed to have experienced the lives of many people - some people were immersed in the dreams of the past, some people could never touch the future, and some people were liberated in stagnant time, waiting for a complete awakening.
Actor, who dominated everything, stood beside him, on the bell tower of Doomsday City, gazing at the people he loved. His white coat was as white as frost and snow, and seemed to be melting in the setting sun at any time.
"Please let me watch them for the last time. We set off here... in the 72nd year of the catastrophe, in the Kaiusta timeline where eternity ends, this dimension buried in history." said the young man in the white coat.
His sight seemed to penetrate the buildings of the city-state and span a long distance. His expression was calm and peaceful, as if all the suffering and unwillingness had been washed away.
"You are really determined." Su Mingan said.
When Akto heard this, a childlike enthusiasm appeared on his face.
——Just like when he was nineteen years old, he first said that he would lead the Nine Seats to stop the human civil war.
There are always people who say that if only he could live, it would be great. If only he could live to this day, it would be great.
But if that happened, it would be like tearing his soul apart, and he would no longer be Asa Akto.
"Perhaps the dawn is so beautiful that people forget how to escape." Actor said:
"Su Mingan, it's too hard to learn to give up. You think so too."
Su Mingan didn't say anything.
The sun has set and the stars have not yet risen.
The seeds that break through the soil can break through all shackles. There is no longer endless thick darkness.
The young man's eyes were calm and rational, revealing the tranquility of a forest, as if he had walked out of a thousand years of history. Su Mingan had owned these dark gray eyes for twenty days. However, looking at this familiar pair of eyes now, he felt familiar yet strange.
The pure white coat seemed to blend into the sunlight.
Su Mingan seemed to see a white-haired old man in a white coat, walking step by step into the depths of the night, never looking back once.
The world of the past has become a footnote to the story, swallowed up by time.
——Perhaps he shouldn't have walked into the shadows.
How dazzling he is.
My love for this world never ends.
"Su Ming'an, can you help me carve a poem in front of my grave? My tombstone has been standing in Kaiusta for a long time, but there has never been an epitaph." Akto said.
"Okay." Su Mingan said.
…
Su Mingan went to many places this evening.
It is said that Noah was buried under a newly planted bed of sunflowers, which faced east in the spring to receive the nearest sunrise.
There is always a group of white birds perched near the flower garden. When looking up at these white birds, Su Mingan thought that perhaps one of them is Noah.
Bei Lisser was buried in the frozen valley, along with his fellow home appliance people. Xiao Bei went home.
Sen was buried in the tombstone surrounding the battle group, next to Xia Sheng's grave. Tretia was sleeping with her favorite flowers in the lotus pond of the ruined tower. Yao Wen was on the small hillside to the west, next to Feisi's mother's grave, with a glass of milk in front of the grave. As for Lin Guang... there was no body left.
When Su Ming'an faced the rows of ink-black tombstones, he was silent for a long time.
There were thousands of tombstones, each with a different face and name, the number was breathtaking.
As he stood quietly, a bouquet of flowers was placed on the grave in front of him. He turned his head and saw a white-haired old grandmother.
The old lady was obviously very old, but she tied her hair with an exceptionally bright red hairband. She wore a long black dress, and countless brooches hung on her wrists, almost covering her arms. A quick glance showed that there were about a hundred brooches.
"You..." Su Mingan stared at the old lady's face.
The old lady slowly raised her head, curved her eyes, and smiled at him.
"Xiao Shuai, don't you recognize me?"
Su Mingan heard this name: "Xi, how could you..."
"This is the last simulation. I am a person without a future." Xi said: "Jiu Xi's youth is maintained by resources. The war is over, and I don't need to stay young. This is my real age. You won't... think I'm ugly, will you?"
She showed her loose teeth in a grin, but her smile revealed her lively and beautiful appearance.
"No." Su Mingan shook his head.
They stood quietly in front of the tomb, one tall and one short. Her pupils were the grayish-white color of aging, but her eyes were bright.
She looked at the tomb in front of her, on which was engraved the name of Asa Aktor: "Is this the tomb he built for himself?"
"Um."
"Are you going to carve a poem for him?"
"Um."
"Come together, my handwriting is very beautiful."
"good."
Su Ming'an stretched out his hand, Xi held his wrist and helped him correct the font. The carving knife fell on the tombstone, leaving the words of the ruined world.
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