He looked at Su Shize and could only see a blurry circle of moonlight in his field of vision.
It was as if everything turned into moonlight.
He walked to an insulated cabinet and took out a white morning glory flower from it - this was the morning glory flower he left behind when the war spread to his hometown before it was destroyed.
He did not tell Su Shize the cruel truth—his hometown had actually been destroyed long ago, destroyed by the war they had started—and there would be no more white morning glory flowers.
He placed the last white morning glory on Su Shize's left breast pocket and fastened it with the medal with a "click", as if handing over something. He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his brows.
Then, in this war-torn land, in this room filled with lists of the dead, in this beautiful soft moonlight—
Tang slowly revealed a quiet, soft smile.
It was exactly the same smile as his grandmother Martha's.
Like moonlight.
…
The flowers are so beautiful.
...Go and see it for me.
…
No.46 link the fire Shize Su
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The leader of the Human Self-Saving Alliance died silently one morning.
An ordinary morning.
Outside the window, wild geese flew over the mountains, snow was falling, steam was still wafting from the thermos cup, and the marching log on the table was still half-written, with a few drops of ink flowing from the tip of the pen, making people feel as if Tang would pick up the pen and finish it.
There are also a few photos hanging on the wall, which are photos of him and his grandmother Martha traveling a few years ago. In the garden full of morning glory flowers in the town, the old lady and the young man hold hands and walk towards the bright sunshine, as if he will continue to walk.
...but he was indeed dead.
Whether it was the excessive pressure of being a leader or the mental burden that was enough to crush his body, he was unable to open his eyes again.
When Su Shize saw Tang lying on the table as if asleep, his heart was empty and his eyes were so dry that not a single tear was left.
He knew that this day would come sooner or later, and after Tang died, he would be the one to carry on the flame.
Su Shize took over the memories and emotions of the first forty-five people.
According to Tang's request before his death, Su Shize did not disclose this matter to anyone. He buried Tang quietly in the garden in the backyard, surrounded by morning glory flowers, and no one saw the funeral. The famous leader of the alliance, no one knew the day he died.
Su Shize patted the tombstone, just like he patted Tang's shoulder that day, indicating that he would always stand by his best friend...and it is the same now.
Those who were so eager to see spring still died halfway.
Su Shize calmed his emotions and made himself strong.
The moment I touched the white morning glory flower, it was at this moment.
Su Shize's breathing stagnated for a moment.
Then, his eyes, which were originally dry without a single tear, suddenly turned red. Tears suddenly rolled down, as if falling from an empty heart. He clenched his teeth, his whole body trembling, and he could hardly utter a word.
“…”
There are three lines of small words engraved on the petals.
…
【Don't feel bad that I didn't make it into spring. 】
【In fact, I have seen spring a long time ago. 】
【——In your eyes.】
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Wild geese fly south, and the mountains are covered with snow.
Su Shize returned to the room and picked up the evil ghost mask on the table.
He looked in the mirror.
——Slowly, he put it on his face.
"...Su Shize." Su Shize stood in the empty room, practicing his voice repeatedly.
"……spring."
“…Flowers.”
"……like."
He continued chanting the words, adjusting his voice until it matched Don's.
The leader of the Human Self-Saving Alliance cannot die, as countless people need this "lighthouse".
Therefore, "Tang" will not die.
He pressed the edge of the mask with his fingers, completely covering his face. He put on Tang's clothes and cut his hair with a pair of scissors. He used Tang's voice, imitating his accent and small movements.
——I will practice the ideals that you have not realized.
——The tomorrow that you have not realized will be created by me.
Everything you have is inherited by me.
The cold moonlight of that night has passed, and he is still getting older day by day, but Tang remains forever in his youngest age. The time of that idealistic young man has been frozen and will not move forward.
Su Shize recited ancient songs and poems to allow himself to take firm steps, open the door, and face thousands of expectant gazes.
…
From today onwards——
You are my [vest].
I am your everything.
…
In fact, I have seen spring a long time ago.
In your eyes.
…
No.47 link the fire (Lixian Su)
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In the 47th painting, a woman with black hair and a shawl is holding a blue glass bottle and standing under a tree full of flowers with a smile on her face.
The tree is lush and leafy, with wintersweet flowers dotted between the leaves, and the walls are covered with pale roses.
Until a brown-haired woman walked up to her and whispered, "Mr. Li, the battle line has retreated. In order to ensure the safety of the special medicine, we have to take the special medicine and escape."
Su Lixian smiled slightly: "Let's go, Yuzi."
When Su Shize died, the fire was passed to Su Lixian, the most famous mystic of the time. Lin Yuzi was her fellow doctor.
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