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Chapter 267 Chapter 260 Five · TE · Long Time

Dong Xue once had a dream.

She saw that people looked at her with a smile, as if they were treating animals lower than them, as if they were treating the dust under their feet.

Her secret emotions were uncovered bloody, with pain like tearing flesh and bones.

She became a sheep in the rain.

She has always been naive, with the sin of "not growing up", and the sin of being reprimanded by her parents.

But someone will always stop in place, waiting for her, like a blue whale accompanying her to sink to the bottom.

Like a sheep that accompanies her in the rain.

As long as she hugs each other, she is like hugging the whole world, and her arms seem to be able to carry all the suffering.

She used to be like a dead skin, like a wandering ghost, indulging in repeated reincarnation dreams, repeating the most painful time, unable to get out.

...In such an unacceptable world, she experienced a very long growth.

"People die after giving life to others, and no one can make a choice about it." The old lady said softly: "What can affect us is more ourselves-we will live this life without regret. "

Amidst the flames, Dongxue looked up and saw his face jumping in the flames on the glass wall.

In this suppressed "paradise", life is squeezed and broken by the narrow space.

...The illusory world that shouldn't exist, bound the students and teachers, and locked herself.

But now, through the barrier of years, she saw the [future] that she had never touched.

Her palm, separated by a layer of time-honored glass, was in contact with the old lady's outstretched palm.

"You were clearly talented and capable, but you chose to be a prisoner at your most glorious time." She said softly, "Why bother to find me."

"But in this world, you shouldn't be young forever." The old lady responded softly.

The emotion between her words is extraordinarily peaceful, and listening to it makes people calm.

Dongxue pressed against the glass wall, as if wanting to crash into the opponent's arms.

The old lady spread her hands.

Like Yang Xia once hugged her, she clings to her.

Dong Xue's chest suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

The sash on her body was shaking with her, the bright red dance skirt was clinging to her body in the flames, the lace around her skirt was dancing in the fire, and the long tailband behind her was like raging flames flying diagonally.

In the burning heaven, tears drowned in the raging fire.

"Can I still grow up? Yang Xia."

She asked softly: "...Can I still love you?"

The old lady nodded firmly, and shook her head again.

"Love and death, this is the greatest topic in life - but why do we die because of love?" She said softly:

"Dongxue... [Love] is not an absolute sign of maturity, but a human being, to become a human being."

In a bright flame, her eyes looked over clearly, under the thick wrinkles, it was like a pair of lakes locked with deep years.

"Winter snow, romance, innocence, illusory emotions...these are all things I can't give up-these are all you."

"Whether it is the brilliance of the pen tip, the inspiration that dances on the paper, or the desire to express from the throat... We will not be silent islands."

"In your eyes."

"There can be unfair facts, there can be food and vegetables."

"...you don't have to be a standard gear."

"Only by living can the river surge, and only by standing can one see the sky."

"Red umbrellas in the rain, summer classrooms, crowded streets."

"Falling waterfalls, Gobi flowing under the sun, shattered saline-alkali plains, scorching rivers and mountains in all seasons."

"... sooner or later we will see the scenery and become the 'people' in it."

"And at that time, it doesn't matter whether you sit down, stand up, stay in place or go against the flow of people...it doesn't matter. You should be free to choose your own way of walking."

"Think of persecution as the injustice of the world, turn speech into a cry for restoration, and you deserve to transform yourself from a microcosm of where you are to an upright individual."

“[We will actively approach those situations that we have avoided fear, otherwise we will never be able to see everything with tolerance.]”

"You were never supposed to be a victim and you were never supposed to be a perpetrator."

"The kindness flowing in the veins has never been blocked."

"The new will be created, the old will continue, the rigid will be heated, and our mentality will always be young."

"The life that stops, it can be reborn."

"It has been like this for thousands of years."

"Across the ages."

"Through the cold, summer, and winter."

"...because we are 'people.'"

"And we walk with freedom and dignity to the end."

……

"Winter Snow."

"I love you."

……

Dongxue closed his eyes.

The dancing blood-colored dress fluttered behind her, and the burning flame was red and bright.

Her fluttering black hair was dyed crimson by the sun-like flames, and even the face bathed in the light was like soft white sand.

The fiery air poured into her chest, she moved her lips slightly, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"Thank you for your love."

she said softly.

"listen……"

The old lady closed her eyes.

She smiled and looked at peace.

"Dongxue, did you hear..."

Dongxue turned his head sideways.

She heard a cracking sound.

Saw a collapsing nightmare.

What was collapsing and disappearing was this nightmare that had kept her in pain and madness and followed the rules.

. . . is this paradise that merges infinitely with hell.

She saw bright flames dancing on the glass wall, like a glow dyed red.

She saw absurdity everywhere.

The derived trivialities were broken in her eyes, and she saw a line of small characters on the glass wall through the fierce fire, and reflected in the flames the delicate light of the setting sun like the surface of the sea.

[Winter Snow. 】

【be yourself. 】

【Don't be afraid. 】

She suddenly hooked her fingers, as if she wanted to break through the glass in front of her.

"——Can I still meet you in the future?" She choked up and asked, and then her voice gradually turned into a growl: "Yang Xia——Can I meet someone as good as you again?"

The old lady smiled.

The fire light danced in her eyes, and there was peace in those eyes.

She withdrew her hand and turned around.

"...you're going to be as good a person as I am."

she says.

The black gradually fades away.

Wooden piles collapsed and stairs caved in.

The girl with fluttering black hair stood in the pouring fire, looking at the dazzling sky light in the distance.

A ray of sunlight slowly fell into her eyes, she stared at the empty fire in front of her, opened her sour eyes, and burst into tears.

Like a brisk dance in the desert, like a stream running across the rocks.

She got rid of the old shackles, no longer trapped in the barriers of reincarnation, and will be permanently independent spiritually.

She has become living water that flows vividly and will welcome the freedom called "choice".

Su Mingan's consciousness began to drop.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself standing on the top of the roof, with the dancing flames below.

He opened the system interface and saw his original appearance.

Yang Xia's work has been done, and he has become himself.

Dongxue stood beside him, her face was covered with tears.

A mottled halo shone on her face, and the crescent-like eyes reflected his true appearance.

"Su Ming'an." She called out his name: "Where are you going?"

"What about you?" Su Mingan said.

"...I still don't want to grow up," she said.

"Ah."

"I don't know where I will go when the illusion I constructed disappears," she said.

Su Mingan listened sideways.

"...But I will definitely have a future." She raised her eyes and looked at him.

In the once dark night, her silent eyes like stagnant water shook him like a flash of lightning.

But now, in the blazing firelight, he saw the light in her eyes.

She will walk out of the silence.

Walking towards the unknown road ahead, with an immature heart, I pray to live forever young.

What she usually looked up to was the nightmare-like white sand paradise at her feet, and the roof of unknown material at the top shone like glass, reflecting the color of the sun.

Through the blazing flames, she could see a stream flowing in the forest, full of running water.

Like the meandering river of time.

The sun is no longer flowing, and the shadows of the trees stagnate without wind.

In a brilliant light and shadow, she saw many figures rising gradually from the collapsed buildings.

Young ones, young ones, old ones.

Tall, skinny, and chunky.

They closed their eyes, and the scars on their bodies were gradually fading away.

She saw flax.

The woman with the bottle was waving at her.

She also saw Xia Luoyang.

Xia Luoyang was still wearing a huge white coat.A smile appeared on his face as he gazed at her.

[Winter Snow. ] Xia Luoyang said softly: [Congratulations——you have saved your former self].

She even saw those white weirdos.

The bandages on their bodies were burned and fell off, revealing dark shadows one by one.

She heard many subtle words ringing in her ears, in different voices, all from different people.

【Honey, every time Dad sees this, he will think of you, as if he can hear your voice... Dad really misses you... Come back early, okay? 】

[In the past few years, we have liked you very much, you are a good boy... come back. 】

【I really hope that my husband is still alive so that I can remarry him...】

[I walked out of the haze of the past and became a gardener to save those who are like me. 】

[I lost my baby, but when I came back and wrecked places like this, they gave me a model bear that weighed the same as my baby...I'm still holding him. 】

……

She heard Yang Xia's gentle and old voice——

……

【—Darling, don’t be afraid. 】

【I love you. 】

……

"[We are never anyone's shadow, and I always have the power to choose]."

In the midst of the raging fire, she said softly: "Thank you, thank you for saving people like me time and time again."

"A person like you is very good." Su Mingan said.

Dong Xue smiled.

The firelight traced her face, the sun mottled on the dance skirt, and refracted brightly into her eyes.

She stood on the roof and looked at him.

"...I have left traces."

she said softly.

"Yes." Su Mingan said.

"...I saw her live her life well," she said.

"Ah."

"...even if I'm her creation, even if I'm something that shouldn't exist," she said:
"But...even if someone says she is sick, or something even more exaggerated, she still loves me silently."

"Other people's opinions have nothing to do with her. Even if she is sent here, I will accompany her, and she will accompany me."

"I slowly began to understand that I, who always lived under her protection, could not point to her with a smile and tell the people around me after a long, long time."

"【look.】"

“【She is my favorite person.】”

Su Mingan had a premonition in his heart.

She turned her head sideways.

In those crescent-like eyes, there is a shattered light.

"I'll never meet someone as nice as her again," she said:
"There won't be any in the future, and there won't be any in the future."

"This is a love that cannot be tolerated by the world, and she loves me like she loves the world, permeating all of me."

"I became a scar in her skin and flesh."

"I thought that maybe one day, she no longer needs me. I can only watch this love disappear in the gossip, and then never see the light."

"I can only watch her fall in love with someone else, slip away from me, a family distance away."

"...I can only see her in other people's photo frames."

"I will disappear from now on and spend the rest of my life alone in silence."

"Because this is a feeling that cannot be tolerated."

"But I can't fall in love with people in reality anymore, and I can't make more space to love others."

"It doesn't matter whether it's the same sex... or it's different dimensions... or it's virtual love..."

"Being divorced from reality, pinned on emotions, and become pure ideals."

"Nothing in reality can replace it."

"Because loving someone is never a random shout of liking, it can be pleasure, joy, romance, happiness..."

She looked over.

He saw her eyelids opening and closing, and the galaxy flowing in her eyes.

He blinked.

She saw her begin to fall forward.

She leapt.

"call--"

Flames fluttered and red skirts danced.

The warm wind blew through her hair, facing a beautiful and scorching heat.

She felt an unprecedented pleasure as if she wanted to shake off all the shackles on her body.The dance skirt behind her was dragging like flames, and she was like a star falling from the sky.

As if holding something illusory, she hugged herself tightly and fell into the gorgeous fire.

"【...I have left traces.】"

she said softly.

Here is her dream.

The illusory dream that shouldn't exist, repeated reincarnation.And when the dreamer dies.The dream will collapse completely.

The falling winter snow melted into the fiery red and disappeared inch by inch.

Su Mingan saw the raging wild fire in front of his eyes.

He saw the red light and dark corners in his field of vision, which dissipated like ice and snow melting at this moment.

...and gradually a completely bright world emerged.

As if a fine luster shone before his eyes, he stood in the fire and saw the city lit up in the distance.

He didn't know where Dong Xue had gone, and he didn't know if she could return to her real world after the dream collapsed and continue to be a little girl who couldn't grow up, or just disappear and blend into the old Yang Xia.

But he saw her eyes.

Her eyes before falling were bright and dazzling, he had seen many such eyes.

It seems to carry all the good things in the world, as if all things are revived and thriving.

The hope in her eyes was condensed like ice grains, and when she looked at him, it was like a distant traveler looking at each other across a boat, slowly passing through the boundless flame.

Like seeing the whole world.

……

It was daylight.

Her years may still be long.

……

"Ding dong!"

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[(TE·The years are long):
"Victims of the times, there are more and more dark figures, and mediocre skins that cannot be resisted."

"Sheep in the rain fall to the ground and people are pushed forward."

"But remember,"

"The tower never fell down, you are still brilliant, you are still one in a million."

"Your spirit is full and rich, your soul is independent and autonomous, and you are full of desire and passion for this journey."

"Meaning shines in the ideal, and the ideal sails in the journey."

"For all the malice you were born into, there are still people who love you."

"The world that loves you so much, I ran towards you barefoot."

"I listen to the whispers in your soul."

"—Please walk freely and with dignity to the end."

……

"Honey,"

"I love you."】

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(End of this chapter)