"I haven't become a big anchor yet... I haven't made a lot of money yet... I haven't let you see how successful I am..."
"Why is there a war? Why... Why..."
“Ahhhh—cough, cough, cough—”
Intermittent, howling, whimpering, trembling, roaring, coughing.
All the sorrow was like a raging river, connected with everyone's pain at this moment, like a never-ending ocean current.
Tears slid down her rough cheeks, which were full of traces of smoke and fire. It hurt when the tears touched them. The intense pain fell down her cheeks into her heart, like a rapidly falling boulder of fate.
Under the boulder of fate, the helpless girl covered her face, sobbed a few times, and then burst into tears.
Her cries are similar to those of thousands of broken families.
“Dad, Dad—”
"Mother--"
"Grandma, grandma——"
Thousands and millions of voices gather together and form an array into an ocean.
Under the sinking blood-red sunlight, blood-stained glass fragments fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
“Crack.”
…
The gods watched these from afar, but they didn't care.
…
…
Su Mingan sent Su Luoluo back home.
The girl fell asleep on the bed. She had low blood sugar and her face was as pale as death.
When Su Mingan was hanging up her coat, she found a medicine box with a corner exposed. It seemed to be some kind of psychiatric drug. It seemed that she had been affected by the disease for a long time.
[Please call me Miss Demon King] The live broadcast can only be suspended today. Su Luoluo cannot say that the reason for the suspension is the war, otherwise her real address will be discovered. She can only lie and say that she is sick.
After the reason for the leave was sent out, a bunch of eager viewers left messages:
[Ms. Demon King, please take care of yourself. We are waiting for you. 】
【have a good rest. 】
[The anchor just became popular and then he cancelled his show? 】
[Are you sick? You're not making excuses, right? You looked full of energy yesterday. ]
[Who would have thought that many people would become arrogant after becoming famous. ]
[I see that many anchors have asked for leave today. The news said that many cities have been bombed recently. I don’t know which force did it. Could this be the reason why the anchors asked for leave? ]
[Is there such a thing? Isn't war far away from us? ]
【……】
Su Mingan helped Su Luoluo edit the leave note. Su Luoluo's sudden popularity caused jealousy among her peers, and many people left malicious comments. Some people said that she must have sold herself to get the favor of the First Dream Patrol family.
Su Mingan turned off the computer, opened the door, and found that Li Mingyue had not left yet.
The white-haired man was dressed in pure white, like an angel in the dust light.
"Wen Sheng." Li Mingyue said, "This world is huge. It is human nature to express negative emotions. You can't change everyone. Unless you also use coercive violence to stop them."
Su Mingan vaguely realized that Li Mingyue knew which anchor Su Luoluo was.
"But even if you can kill a hundred people, a thousand people... ten million people, a hundred million people, even if you kill them non-stop, you will have to kill tens of millions of times." Li Mingyue said:
"Similarly, even if we rescue people non-stop, over and over again, it will not end these tragedies. Situations like this one will only happen thousands and thousands of times."
"Unless you can start from the source, from the most fundamental problem, and completely eradicate these tragedies."
"Godfather..." Su Mingan vaguely understood.
Li Mingyue was telling him indirectly that only by being above the gods could all this be changed.
"You have decided to take the college entrance examination, I will not stop you. But if you can't bear it later, remember to put on a coat." Li Mingyue said:
"If you can't bear it anymore, put on another one."
“Only you know whether you are cold or warm. Whether you need to put on another coat - as long as you are not wrapped up to death by clothes and cannot see your true appearance, then you will always be the safest role.”
Su Mingan heard the hidden meaning - Li Mingyue seemed to be talking about Su Wensheng's thousand-layer vest, not just a simple piece of clothing.
"Godfather, have you put on your 'coat'?" Su Ming'an said.
Li Mingyue's gaze moved slightly:
"A long time ago, humans wore countless outer garments."
He suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Wen Sheng, what color do you like?"
Su Mingan was stunned for a moment: "White."
Li Mingyue shook her head: "Next time, remember, no matter when, don't reveal your true likes and weaknesses."
“If you really want to leave this small town, you will have an infinite burden on your shoulders. If someone threatens you with something you care about, you will only face the trolley problem.”
"Everything you care about will become a bargaining chip for your enemy to bind you."
Su Mingan was silent for a while.
Li Mingyue asked again: "Wen Sheng, what color do you like now?"
Su Mingan replied softly: "...I don't have a favorite color."
“Correct answer.”
Li Mingyue turned around and walked towards the sunshine.
The spire of the church is looming in the sunlight. Even from a great distance, the highest part of this majestic building can still be seen. The dark spire is accompanied by the faint glazed tiles, and is flooded with magnificent rainbow-colored brilliance.
The white dove flew through the violent dust, and the man's pure white shadow disappeared in the overflowing light, gradually moving away.
Su Mingan stood at the door and slowly closed it, blocking out the brilliant light from the sky.
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