Alauddin's heart was pounding.
Under such circumstances, no one could refuse the young man's invitation.
Although he didn't understand the meaning, Alauddin still stepped forward and held Su Mingan's hand.
"Where are you taking me? Why did you suddenly appear in front of me?" Alauddin murmured, and couldn't help but tighten his palms: "How did you get so badly injured? Does it still hurt? Are you okay?"
What a serious injury.
The number one player is so powerful, how could he have been injured like this?
Su Mingan did not respond to his question, but just smiled slightly, held his hand, and gently pulled it forward——
"Come on, follow me."
The next moment,
Allahuddin suddenly saw——
He saw that the rosy sky of Lovasa was no longer around him, but a land that he was very familiar with!
Here there are ochre-red roofs, humid air, gray-black soil, and rolling brown-yellow rivers!
Here are Banu, an elderly woman selling chickpeas, Kumar, a police officer with an iron hat, Seth, a little boy who worships Dara, and Field, a lady adored by jewels!
This is his childhood, the place described stroke by stroke in his stories, this is "The Sky of Dara"!
Alauddin immediately realized why Su Ming'an suddenly appeared in front of him. It was because Su Ming'an came into his story!
Although he had heard that once a story was chosen by the "Book of the World", it would become reality, he never expected that his story, which was so ordinary and ignored by everyone, would be chosen one day!
He saw a man.
The man had eyes like lightning, a graceful figure, was not tall but as agile as a monkey, and was wearing a faded blue shirt.
The man jumped and ran on the ochre-red houses like a knight who could climb walls and fly over rooftops, like a phantom in his countless childhood dreams.
It was "Dara"! It was the person that Alauddin most yearned for, admired, and wanted to be when he was young - the hero of the slums, "Dara"!
Young Alauddin had spent countless nights being beaten with batons. He would hide beside a stinking ditch, shivering and praying that a hero named "Dara" would be born in this world, praying that the imaginary hero in his writings would really come to save him and the people in the slums. But until he grew up, until he was restricted by his untouchable status and could only do the most menial jobs, until his wife and children were separated... he was not saved.
Now, he actually saw this scene!
"Dara, Dara..." Alauddin murmured, and suddenly tears flowed down his face.
It turns out that the fantasy characters I wrote may really appear before my eyes one day, even though I am no longer young, even though I have long forgotten my childhood fantasies, and even though I have long been suppressed by life and have lost my outline.
At this time, the hero "Dara" who shuttled between the ochre-red eaves turned around and glanced at him with a faint smile. Alauddin's sharp eyes penetrated the hero "Dara's" dark face and saw a pair of calm and clear eyes.
Alauddin's clever brain instantly remembered the "joint story" that Su Ming'an had mentioned before, remembered Anthony's instructions, remembered that he had just uploaded this story, and remembered the "Book of the World" that suddenly appeared in the sky!
This "Dara", this "Dara" -
Alauddin finally understood why Su Mingan asked them to upload the story, and couldn't help shouting and dancing:
"Su Ming'an! Su Ming'an! Come on, become Dara, the protagonist of Dara's Sky! I am willing to use my childhood fantasy story to turn it into a stage for you to dodge and maneuver to save the world!"
"In this way, in this way...'Dara' is not just a hero in the ghetto, he is a hero to the whole world!"
“Ha…hahahaha! ‘Dara’! My ‘Dara’!”
Su Mingan turned around, smiled, and said only one sentence:
"Alauddin, this is your story. Please rewrite it in time. Please."
Alauddin didn't understand what this meant at first, until he saw Su Ming'an holding a shining ink-gold feather pen in his right palm and an open golden book in his left palm.
Until he saw a golden eye open on the river in the slums, and saw countless pairs of bright and clean hands reaching out to Su Mingan, trying to catch him...
Until he saw the figure of Euridylora in a red dress piercing through the sky, and the Lord of Thought and Faith emerged from the coal ashes, broke into his story, trying to chase the hero named "Dara"!
——It was at this moment that Alauddin realized what he should do.
His dried-up youthful heart was rekindled at this moment, his heart was beating with a throbbing beat, and his blood was surging like a river or a stream. His wife's dead face, his son's desperate eyes before being dragged away by the soldiers, his daughter's cries...all flashed through his mind in an instant.
His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding. He quickly took out his simple feather pen, opened his simple story interface, and turned to the first page of his story, which contained the opening plot of "Dara's Sky".
At this moment, the azure sky turned into off-white pages of a book. Alauddin’s familiar mother tongue and the Rawasa language jumped at the same time. One by one, black tadpoles of characters slowly emerged, as if the story was progressing steadily.
Alauddin took out his quill and put down -
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[《Dara's Sky》·Chapter one]
[It was an ordinary morning for Meng Qili.]
[Wet morning mist wrapped in coal smoke roams the slums, and the sound of overturned tin buckets can be heard at the end of the alley. Women are picking up mountains of garbage with their hands, their bare feet stepping on rusty tin roofs, and rotten coconut shells sticking to the hems of their faded saris.]
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