Su Mingan fell asleep in the wooden house by the lake.
The wooden house is located by the lake, hidden among the intertwining shades of trees. The moonlight shines through the curtains onto the table, illuminating a pot of mimosa on the window side.
These buildings on the edge of the scenic area are free buildings, and anyone can live in them as long as there is no one inside.
“Crash——”
There was the sound of flowing water outside the window. Many people who originally came from the Jiangnan water town lived near the lake. While boating, Noel had chatted with these people.
"I'm from Huizhou and live by the river. When I woke up in the morning, I could see fishermen on the river."
"I'm old now. I don't want to fight or kill. I'm afraid of the pain of bleeding. Adventures like this can only be done by young people. People like me are satisfied with fishing and swimming in the lake. As for the future, leave it to the higher-ups. With so many people, they will always make arrangements."
"I don't really care what the aliens want to do. The origin of the world, the war of civilizations, the original universe, Mobius, none of it has anything to do with me..."
These people were dressed like fishermen, rowing their small boats towards the depths of the moonlight.
They talk about parents and children, about family matters, and almost everything else, but the only things they won't talk about are the city-state system, the rise and fall of a country, or the fate of a civilization.
Su Mingan lay in the hammock, thinking about what these people said, and gradually fell asleep.
A dreamless night.
When he opened his eyes, the morning light shone through the gauze curtains into his pupils. The others should not have woken up yet, and the other rooms were silent.
The founding ceremony of the Peak Alliance was at eight o'clock in the morning. He glanced at the World Forum and saw that there were already a lot of warm-ups, with many people already sitting on small stools waiting to watch the live broadcast.
He sat at the table, waiting for the others to wake up.
It is unknown who the previous resident of this wooden house was. There are neatly arranged dishes and chopsticks in the cupboard and torn calendars on the wall. Someone must have lived here for quite some time.
When drawing open the curtains, Su Ming'an's hand accidentally touched a yellowed notebook on the table. With a rustling sound, dozens of postcards flew out and fell to the ground.
He picked up the postcards one by one and saw the handwritten words on them.
The postcards were covered in dust. They were supposed to be sent out, but somehow they were left in this little room. The handwritten words were reflected on the paper, as if they were left by someone in the past.
【Mom, I miss you. 】
[Mom, are you doing well on Zhaixing? I will definitely come back after the year is over. ]
[Mom, I won't let anyone bully you anymore. Whether it's the landlord, the neighbors, or the city management, they can't hurt you. I will protect you.]
[Today I went boating on the lake and saw sweet osmanthus flowers blooming on both sides. When they bloomed, golden yellow, I thought of you.]
[I remember the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes you made, which were better than those made in big restaurants. You said that as long as you made enough money from the stall, we could move from our small shack to a big house, and we wouldn't have to stand on the street in the wind and sun every day, and I would have money to go to college.]
[But I want to leave money for your medical treatment. I heard that stomach cancer will be very painful in the end, and you can die from the pain. I don’t want you to be like that.]
[It was because of this that I chose the healing profession. The rabbit referee said that we can bring back some of the gains from the world game. I think as long as I am strong enough later, I can cure your stomach cancer when I go back. I don’t care about civilization, war, or organizer.]
【I don't want anything except you. 】
Su Mingan's hand paused slightly, and then he slowly closed the envelope that was torn by the wind.
There were a lot of postcards scattered around the notebook, and the fonts were messier than before.
[Mom, I'm back from the white sand paradise. ]
[The teachers at Baisha said that I could never become excellent. They said that people like me would not be accepted by society. They burned me to death. The feeling of death was really painful.]
[But it doesn't matter, I want to cure your disease, no matter how painful it is, I will do it. Just like my idol Su Mingan, he is the same age as me, he is so powerful, I want to get closer to him. ]
[Mom, for your survival, I will continue to do this even if I am tortured into a madman.]
[One year from now, I will bring all the postcards and go see you together. By then, we will definitely be able to live in a big house, cure your illness, and sit under the tree together and eat osmanthus cake.]
[It will definitely work.]
Su Mingan put the stack of postcards into the envelope, and he found that there were no subsequent postcards.
All the contents ended on the last page, and after that, it was blank, as if everything for the writer ended after the White Sand Paradise. No one knew what the writer experienced in the seventh world.
…In the seventh world, there is a tulip princess who kills souls and a siren who sucks souls.
Su Mingan placed the envelope neatly on the table and opened the door. He saw a figure waiting at the door, with rain mist on his shoulders.
"Su Lin?" Su Ming'an looked at Su Lin.
Su Lin took a few steps closer and flicked his fingers, revealing a red paper bag between his two fingers.
"I heard that you Dragon people receive red envelopes during the Chinese New Year."
"Have you ever heard that red envelopes are usually given by elders to younger generations?" Su Mingan glanced at the bulging red paper bag and asked, "Which elder of mine do you want to be?"
Su Lin did not comment and still held the red paper bag.
There were continuous sounds of doors being pushed open nearby, and the others gradually woke up. Su Mingan heard the noise and immediately took the red envelope to avoid being teased by others.
"When will you take me back to Praia?" After giving the red envelope, Su Lin's true intentions were exposed and he asked.
"Tomorrow. Players have returned one after another in the past few days. I will have time tomorrow."
"Yeah." Su Lin got a satisfactory answer and turned and left.
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