"——In my next life, I still want to be Yao Wen's mother."
"——If there is an afterlife, Grandpa, we must go to see the seabirds. I want to really try to live in the spring."
"——I want to try to learn how to make Hanfu, it seems to be very interesting..."
"——You who don't know your name, in the next life, can I ask you your name in person?"
"——Xiao Shuai, remember what I look like, okay?"
"——Programs cannot be reincarnated, and there is no afterlife. But if I could meet you again, I would like to raise my Houttuynia cordata for you to eat. Strawberries are also fine. Anything delicious is fine."
"——Spring is so beautiful. I want to see it forever. In my next life, old man, I must eat noodles with chopped green onions..."
"——Grandma, grandma, I want to see what the universe looks like and how far the sky is..."
They are no longer restricted by the harsh winter, just like white birds breaking free from their shackles, heading towards a new life above the sky.
Su Mingan stretched out his hand and waved to them with a smile.
The gods who imprisoned this world can no longer interfere in the mortal world. The long-lost sunlight lingers among souls like scattered galaxies.
The sun seemed to be particularly fond of Su Mingan. As he fell, the orange-red sunlight always followed his outline, every inch clearer.
A figure suddenly appeared from the air and approached him. Her black hair was clearly visible, her emerald green eyes were like a pair of emeralds, and her body was as transparent as his.
She and he fell together in the collapse of the building, with a new dawn rising behind them.
"Dong Anan...?" Su Mingan called out her name.
"I'm antivirus program T-0001. You can call me Su Xiaobi or Dong Anan." A line of emoticons appeared above her head, and the girl's pupils reflected the light:
"Thank you for saving us, Su Mingan?(^?^*)"
"The plane exploded, it must have been painful," said Su Mingan.
Su Xiaobi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt (′▽`???)"
The orange-red dawn sprinkled on their falling figures, dyeing each inch of them with golden light. The outlines of the mountains in the distance gradually became clear, like a long dragon.
She raised her head and looked at billions of souls singing in the sky.
"Thank you."
Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes:
"It turns out that electric sheep can also see spring."
"You belong to spring." Su Mingan said.
The girl was stunned for a moment, then she hugged him tightly and smiled in his ear.
"Thanks."
“Thank you to everyone in this world.”
“You are the most beautiful idealists.”
They fell in splendor,
It's like a new dawn.
The Idealist is a sad and passionate romantic.
It is a candle burning in the winter blizzard, offering a little light and heat to the unknown future.
The embers after burning and the ashes blown away by the wind are all the colors in the eyes of idealists. They always support each other and stand up again until they can see the dawn and stand freely under the blue sky.
Never give in.
Never fall.
The broken morning sun rising in the distance illuminated Su Mingan's soul, making it shine like a diamond.
The black fog disappeared in the data, as if falling into the vast universe. The thick frost broke, springs gushed out, rainbows hung in the sky, and wild flowers hung on the branches.
When dawn completely enveloped the earth, people hesitated at first, fearing that this was a dream. Until an old man holding a scarlet sniper rifle stumbled out, and in an instant, like a stone falling into water, he broke through the glass shell.
"It's a real sun! It's real! It's real!"
"Let's go! Let's go!"
"Windsor, take mom with you, let's step into the spring!"
"Go in! Go, go, go!"
People were awakened by the dawn that descended from the sky, and a little light lit up from the ruins.
Then, wildfires spread across the prairie.
They desperately stepped into the sunshine and ran into the new spring, laughing, crying, hugging each other, screaming, waving their arms and legs, beating their chests and stamping their feet, with tears streaming down their faces.
Roll around in the wild flowers, sing in the sunshine, dance with butterflies and white birds, recite poetry in suffering, and laugh in joy.
People covered with scars,
Take a step forward.
Step into the spring.
The peeling world framework, the intricate dimensional relationship network, and the dazzling group portraits of souls.
Humanity, sacrifice, faith. The wisdom of human limit, the confrontation with gods like a moth to a flame, the journey in the lonely night, the philosophy of the pioneers, the silence of the wall-facers, the sacrifice of the martyrs, the retrospect of the rebels, the refutation of the life process, the confrontation of civilization and universe, the epic of time.
One Ouroboros, two trap programs, three dimensions, four timelines, nine pioneers, thirty-six roses of blood, one hundred and two severe winters, twenty-three hundred simulations, five billion seventy-one million victims, and billions of souls that refused to succumb to defeat.
One aid across time and space, two lonely situations, three bridges of life made of wisdom, four timelines made for living, nine companions sworn to accompany until death, thirty-six roses of blood calculated for pain, one hundred and two severe winters seeking help in despair, two thousand three hundred simulations of drinking tea alone, thousands of pioneers lying down before dawn...Finally, the thirty-third round of death crossing.
——This is everything that makes up "humanity".
No matter how many times, they will save themselves from the fire and water of this world again and again, without hesitation, thousands of times.
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