one day.
"...Childhood fantasies will basically have their moments of disillusionment. Fortunately, fortunately, even if I have experienced such disillusionment, I still hope that I will catch the real starry sky on the hillside... because such a dream is really beautiful..."
Zero days.
Shenming An set foot in this room for the last time.
Lu Shu's voice was already intermittent, and he couldn't even form a complete sentence.
He listened to Lu Shu telling countless old stories, and he could memorize many of them. It is said that people really like to talk and repeat stories when they get old, and it seems to be true.
Before my grandmother passed away, she loved to tell repetitive stories. Lu Shu was just like her...
After he turned four, he no longer heard his grandmother's nagging, and later, he also could not hear Lu Shu's voice.
He sat by the bed for the last time, intending to hold Lu Shu's hand. Lu Shu always felt very cold during this period, and his five senses were weak. He needed to hold something to feel at ease.
Just as He stretched out his hand, suddenly, Lu Shu's hand trembled and made a gesture as if he was scooping something.
After a moment, he withdrew his hand, looked at his palm, and smiled wistfully:
"ah."
"I finally got it..."
In his palm was a blue-black starry sky.
“Is this the starry sky you showed me?” Lu Shu opened his hand and revealed his palm.
Shenming An lowered his eyes and sat quietly under the bed. He felt as if he was sitting in a blue-black lake. There were stars floating along the lake. As long as he stretched out his hand, he could pick up the starry sky...
This is His world, so of course He can allow him to scoop up the non-existent starry sky.
They sat there from morning till night, the snow outside the window was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to bury the villa. Lu Shu talked about the old past countless times, and Shenming An listened in cooperation. They tried to scoop up the starry sky around them with their hands.
In the last few seconds, Lu Shu seemed to have sensed something. He held the starry sky in his right hand and held Shen An's hand tightly with his left hand for the last time:
"do not be afraid……"
"I believe... you can definitely defeat Noel..."
"If... I could live a little longer, I could give you more company and courage... I told you... so many old stories about the past, about Lin Yin and Yamada... the past that I am familiar with..."
"You... can create them... to accompany you..."
"Take my place... be your anchor."
"In this way... you should be able to hold on longer... you will definitely win..."
Shenming An's eyelashes trembled.
So that's it.
It turns out that you kept repeating those old stories in a long-winded way, and described the details in great detail even though you knew I could memorize them... Was it to provide me with more anchors... to replace you?
You know you are going to die, but your fear, terror, sadness about death... are all based on your fear of how it will affect me, not your own death.
So you didn't think about yourself, but always thought about others until the last moment before you died, right? Lu Shu.
Under the endless snow.
The white-haired companion showed the most satisfied smile of his life.
He couldn't even figure out why he was so satisfied with such a life, such a monotonous life, such a life that was like a prison...
"Being able to save this world with you... is the happiest thing for me... a former homeless man." The white-haired old man tightened his palms again and again, and hot tears fell on the back of his hands:
"Being the anchor of the savior is the proudest achievement of me, a guy who has always been a drag..."
"ah……"
At this moment, he seemed to see countless people... Lin Yin, Yueyue, Yamada, Lu... holding his old hands together, standing by the bed and looking at him with a smile.
...It turns out that you have always been by my side.
Their faces are still young and bright.
At that moment, he seemed to see himself regaining his youthful appearance, transforming into a proud and cold-blooded white-haired swordsman, running towards them.
He turned into a free kite, no longer bound to the ground, but flew high into the vast sky.
…
"Finally got hold of that thread."
"I... never left you... it's so great..."
…
That face, that smile.
That was... the happiest smile Shenming An had ever seen on his face.
This guy... turns out to be actually feeling happy, instead of just comforting Him.
…
After Lu Shu passed away, Shenming An sealed the villa.
The wind and snow still haven't stopped.
He buried Lu Shu on a replica of Mount Taihua, the hillside that Lu Shu often visited in his childhood, and the hillside that used to be a lake.
"…Today is not a farewell. He stands beside us amidst the noise and behind us in our joy, like a lonely and tough tree in winter."
"...His life was silent, yet it was better than all the noise in the world. Although he left, he did not disappear. He lived in every moment protected by his silence..."
The priest created by the god An read the eulogy in front of the tombstone in a daze. The development level of the "small space" is not enough, even the artificial life is stupid, and even the eulogy was written by the god An alone.
The god lay on the hillside, listening to the eulogy read by a robot. He wanted to cooperate with this sad ceremony, but he had been a high dimension for too long, he had forgotten too many things, and he had also forgotten how to cry.
Apart from Him, no one else in this world will be sad about this sacrifice.
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