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Chapter 1449: "HE·Gardenia Blooms"

The old man seemed to see a ship in the distant east, sailing towards this world.

The moonlight rises, burning the torrent of the sea and the blue of the sky, breaking through the icebergs, and spreading the magnificent clear white to the world.

The skyline stretches to the end, quietly watching everything rise and fall.

In comparison, the old man's figure looking out seems so small.

He wanted to fly on the wind, jump off the mountain, climb to the sky, and do everything that mortals could not do. However, his hands and feet were bound, his throat was blocked, and he could only gaze at the grand and noble moonlight.

A beam of moonlight fell into his palm. He lowered his head and saw the silvery moonlight flowing through his fingers and through his eyes, surging like a stream.

At this moment, his chest seemed to have the same surge, which was called "eternity".

Boom boom, boom boom.

Boom boom, boom boom.

……

"[…The boy walked a very long way, holding an oil lamp, and finally headed in a direction he was familiar with.]"

"[He saw a wasteland with white seagulls, rolling hills, and golden sand.]"

“Yes, it is a wasteland.”

"[The boy hesitated, but still walked over.]"

"[Did he walk for so long and still get nothing in the end?]"

"[His friend, a nightingale, landed on his shoulder and called out:]"

"['Your hometown, your hometown, has been filled up!']"

"['Filled up by the wrath of the tree, by the distant gods...']"

The soft sound is like running water.

Si Que Olivers sat at the head of the bed, reading Lin Hejin's "To Si Que Olivers".

This is a story about a boy who is looking for his hometown. He sets out from the forest with an oil lamp, meets his nightingale friend, the bad frozen man, and brother Leaf along the way, and finally arrives at his hometown - the sea. However, the sea has been filled up, and the boy can never go back.

Si Que thought this was a tragic story until he turned the page again. This was the last page:
"[The boy was too dehydrated and could no longer walk, so he collapsed in the wilderness.]"

"['At least, this is my hometown, and I can be considered to have returned to my roots...' the boy thought.]

"[The boy is about to die, but he still wants to go home. Everything he does is to go home with his friends...]"

"【Just when he was about to die, he suddenly heard the surge of the sea."

"【It turned out that the friends he had helped along the way all came to his side.】"

"【With a loud crash, the wasteland sank and the sea surged up.】"

"【The boy then realized that he had come here more than once. Every time he and his friends left a footstep, the wasteland would sink a little. Until this time, the sea water finally surged up.】"

"[The nightingale and the leaf cannot enter the water. At the moment when the boy was swallowed by the sea, they waved goodbye to him with a smile.]"

"[The boy returned to the sea, to his hometown.]"

“[Here, he found happiness.]”

"【But one day, he accidentally saw the bodies of Nightingale and Leaf at the bottom of the sea. He realized that when the sea water surged up and he successfully returned home, it drowned Nightingale and Leaf who were unable to leave.】"

“[So, the boy made a deal with the witch at the bottom of the sea, and in exchange for erasing his own memory, he resurrected the nightingale and the leaf. He left the sea, carrying an oil lamp, and sent the nightingale and the leaf to the forest…]”

"【After he left, the evil witch filled up the sea.】"

"【Several years later.】"

"[The boy in the forest completed the resurrection ceremony of Nightingale and Leaf. He lost his memory and only remembered that his hometown was in the sea. He picked up the oil lamp and embarked on the road home. On the way, he met his friend Nightingale and brother Leaf...]"

【(End of full text)】

……

"Pah!" Si Que closed the book, and he smiled and sighed:
"...You really do deserve a higher reputation, Lin Hejin."

In his opinion, it was a good story.

The old man showed a pure, happy and blessed smile.

Maybe he was still unwilling in his heart.

——If he really has no regrets, why is he still writing, still looking forward, and still expecting?
"I really like the protagonist boy in the story..." Si Que stroked the pages of the book with his fingers: "He is an upright, kind, and pure person... Can I reproduce him in the future?"

"It's my honor, I'm very grateful..." Lin Hejin's breathing became weaker and weaker. He knew that his life was over.

His eyelids drooped heavily, and he seemed to - seemed to see his younger self, holding "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life", running past the window at a brisk pace.

smile.

When I was young, I had a wild and unrestrained smile and was full of passion, as if the world was at my feet.

This world is an idealistic meat grinder. Any ideal thrown into reality will be crushed and thrown into the lake without even a splash of water.

"I have been looking forward to it..." Lin Hejin said softly, "When will those gardenias on the branches outside my window bloom? The temperature of the four seasons in Luowasha is very special. However, I have waited for the whole autumn and winter, and it has always been in bud. Does this mean that the flower in my heart can only wither... Mr. Si Que?"

Si Que smiled and shook his head, and suddenly said: "Do you want to go back to the past? Lin Hejin."

Lin Hejin opened his eyes wide, and a sense of surprise surged in his heart: "Really... is it really possible?"

Yes, he heard that Sique Olivers had great powers and could do anything, and maybe he could really let him go back to the past...

Si Que's warm hand approached him and gently placed it on his forehead:

"You still have regrets in your heart. Don't pay attention to the gardenias outside the window. Please go back to the past, back to that moment... and make up for your regrets."

Lin Hejin blinked.

When he opened his eyes the next moment——

The mirror reflected a young man with messy hair, old suit and cheap watch. He stared blankly ahead, holding a book "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life" in his arms.

The bright white light from the banquet hall shone down like warm moonlight, shining into his dazed eyes.

He’s back…he’s really back!
Lin Hejin's heart skipped a beat. He saw a purple figure... He subconsciously chased after it and shouted without hesitation: "-Mr. Si Que Olivers!"

Yes.

Even if he goes back in time, he still wants to catch up with Si Que Olivers.

However, he no longer expressed it in such a radical way. He had discovered that this gentleman was like an angel. As long as he spoke nicely, Si Que would listen to his advice.

Under the dazzling lights of the banquet hall, the "angel" turned around and looked back at him gently with her golden eyes.

"Mr. Si Que, I really like your "Goddess of Life Lotasha", but I am limited in knowledge and cannot understand some parts. I really want to discuss it with you and hope you can give me a chance..." Lin Hejin smiled.

This time, he didn't receive any mocking looks from others, and his ears didn't receive any sarcastic laughter from others.

There was silence in his ears, very silence.

The purple hair passed by, cutting the bright lights into spots. Mr. Angel took the book from his hand and said with a smile:
"it is good."

"I look forward to chatting with you, Mr. Lin Hejin."

...At this time, Mr. Si Que should not know my name...A strange thought flashed through his mind, and Lin Hejin hurriedly caught up with the purple-haired young man in front.

The light illuminates Lin Hejin's young and powerful steps, and his smile is like holding the "eternal" moonlight.

There are still many, many stories in his heart, waiting for him to write them down. Now that time has gone back, he no longer wants to be that boring adult trapped by the daily necessities of life...

In this lifetime, he must write a more wonderful book and give it to Mr. Sique Olivers...

……

The old man on the bed stopped breathing.

The incandescent light was like moonlight shining on his smiling cheeks, and his pale hair flowed in the frosty moonlight.

Si Que slowly withdrew his hand, and the art of creation finally created a happy dream.

The old man’s condition was beyond recovery. He did not die alone in pain, but stopped breathing in a happy sleep.

Next to him, "To Sique Olivers" fell on the bed as his old hands drooped with strength left, and the last page was closed.

As if responding to the last echo in his heart, the sycamore trees outside the window rustled. A star slowly fell from the distant sky.

The wind blew up the frosty white hair, and a tear that had never fallen fell down the wrinkled cheek.

Outside the window, the white gardenias had bloomed silently at some point.

"The wind is blowing..." Si Que murmured.

Brother Leaf, Nightingale Friend, the Naughty Frozen Man, and the Red-dressed Boy Holding an Oil Lamp. Their figures seemed to materialize, standing in front of the bed, taking off their hats and saluting, bidding farewell to their creator who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

In the past, their creators endowed them with soul and life. Today, although they have not yet become lives, it is their turn to bid farewell to their creators.

"Clap clap clap-"

applause.

The characters all clapped in unison, giving their applause generously.

The applause rose and fell, echoing throughout this closed and narrow house, as if this was a big stage being watched by the whole world, giving the performers a curtain call.

Si Que took off his beret with one hand and bowed slightly to the quiet old man on the bed.

“You wrote a great story.”

"Mr. Lin Hejin."

"May you have a pleasant farewell."

At the end of his life, he lay in bed alone, enduring the pain of his body, his heart full of the vast sea of ​​stars, but all he could see was the half-inch roof and gardenia outside the window - what was Lin Hejin thinking in the last period of his life?

Even though he grasped "eternity", he still failed to write a perfect story. If Squee Olivers had not arrived at the last moment, he would have died with a lifetime of confusion and regret.

Even so, he still did not receive any encouragement or love from his readers. Until the end, the laughter that had lingered in his ears for a lifetime was finally lost in the wind.

"Clap."

A thin book lay on the old man's chest. The title of the book was "Lin Hejin".

Si Que once said that the essence of Luo Vasa is a book, because Luo Vasa has many memory lenses that can be opened again like a book.

In fact, there is a deepest meaning - Rovatha is a book that is a collection of everyone.

Most people’s lives are neither perfect nor interesting. But as long as they are included in this anthology, and accidentally turned to, observed, and read, perhaps they and their characters will “live forever”.

Si Que closed his eyes.

Although he tried his best to "taste" the joys and sorrows of others, and appreciate the pain in the sorrow and misfortune of others, he still could not produce an original understanding.

He opened Pandora's box to his heart's content, regardless of whether it contained surprise or destruction.

Yes, how can one "appreciate" pain? He had adopted the wrong perspective from the beginning.

Just like now, he felt sad for Lin Hejin's passing and bid him farewell. At the same time, he found helplessly that Lin Hejin's experience was remembered by him and became a new inspiration of "a creator who died in depression" in his mind, which could become the text he wrote and the component of his new role at any time.

In an instant, a flash of light flashed through Si Que's mind, and he suddenly looked at Lin Hejin in shock.

“…Ah.” He murmured.

So that's it, so that's it, is this what Lin Hejin meant by "eternal life"...

You did it, old man.

Your traces will remain forever in my writing.

The beret was taken off, revealing a few green feathers on Si Que's head. He pulled down his sleeves to cover some of the exposed feathers.

The only regret is that the "Simag Olivers" standing here is the pet magpie. However, only the magpie himself knows this regret.

Wow - Wow -

The leaves rustled outside the window, and the sound of wind poured into the quiet house.

"According to your will, old sir." The purple-haired young man's golden eyes sparkled:
"I will fulfill your wish and bring the protagonist of your book - the boy - back to life. Make him a real life."

"Since you, Mr. Lin, are only a D-level Creator, the boy I created will only have a soul, without a body. However, I believe he will gradually become a complete person."

"A child's soul composed of 'justice, purity, kindness, responsibility, freedom, courage, sacrifice, and idealism'. In this increasingly impetuous world of Rovatha, it is a very rare thing in the world. Only a creator of the same kind can write it."

The magpie closed his eyes.

The books began to glow——

White lights flickered, purple hair fluttered, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wisteria and gardenia.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the dim kerosene lamp on the table lit up automatically.

The pages of the book flipped rapidly, and countless words popped out from the pages, gradually condensing into a white figure, with red clothes and an oil lamp in hand faintly visible.

The young protagonist was successfully materialized and gradually came to life.

"Goodbye, Mr. Lin." Magpie put on his beret and bowed gently:
"May you have a good dream. May there be no pain in your dream."

“You wrote about a proud child, a child with the scent of sea breeze, wheat ears, and gardenias.”

"I will name the child after the single character 'Jin' from your name, 'Lin Hejin'."

"——Su Liujin."

The white figure opened his golden eyes.

It appears in a soul state, with a confused look.

Magpie took Su Liujin and left the dark side, heading to the current real timeline - 154.

……

第二纪元195年12月27日，上午11点35分。

Lin Hejin's life ended at this moment.

Su Liujin's life began at this moment.

Outside the window, gardenias are blooming.

The boy, who is set to "his hometown is on the sea and he longs to return home", instinctively looks towards the sea with his unformed soul.

The footsteps before and after destiny begin to connect, reveal, and take shape at this moment.

……

"Mr. Magpie, what is my name?"

"Su Liujin."

"What is my race?"

"This has not been set up yet. You are only in soul form now, and we need to find you a suitable body."

"Who are my parents? This old man on the bed makes me want to cry... Is he asleep?"

"Well, he is your father...a great creator."

"Great? But he looks so weak, and no one cries for him or mourns for him."

"Greatness does not correspond to insignificance. A person who devotes his whole life to passion is great no matter what the result is. There are too many impetuous people in this world who pursue fame and fortune. How many people are there who only focus on loving one thing all their lives..."

"Who is he to you, then?"

"..." The magpie smiled:
"student."

"He was my...first, and only, student."

"From now on, I will no longer be anyone's teacher."

……