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Chapter 893 Chapter 890 One · "What color do you like?"

"Come here, bandage it." Su Mingan saw the blood on Su Luoluo's arm and told her to sit down.

Su Luoluo didn't cry, and watched him quietly bandage the wound.Behind her is the small family that has been reduced to ruins.All the photos that held memories, all the diaries she wrote as a child, all the trinkets she cherished in the iron box, all disappeared.

"So I'm so small." She said softly.

Su Mingan paused with his fingers, and quickly continued to bandage.

"I originally thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I could achieve anything. I have been working as an anchor and trying my best to make money... I will build my little family little by little, earn a little every day, and make a little every day." Su Luoluo said in a low voice:
"As a result, just when I thought everything was going to be fine. My little home, the piggy bank where I had saved all the money I had for a decade... and Dad. It was gone."

"There's nothing left."

Su Mingan pulled out the glass piece, she hissed softly.

"When I was young, I heard that the most expensive thing in the world was a villa. I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I would be able to live in a villa in the future. So I loudly announced that I would live in a villa. My relatives all looked at me with smiles. I thought it was a blessing." , now I understand that it is the eyes of children." Su Luoluo bowed his head and said to himself:
"'You are destined not to live in a villa since you were born here'—this is what their eyes told me."

"When I was young, I thought I could change the world. When I grow up, I realize that I am so small. As long as there is a little accident, everything can be wiped out."

"If I hadn't met you, little Yunduo, tell me, would it be possible for me to live in a big villa?"

Su Mingan was silent.

He knew that the "villa" Su Luoluo mentioned was just an image. She wanted to break through her destiny as an ordinary person and leave this imprisoned town.But if Su Wensheng had never met Su Luoluo, she was really unlikely to change her fate.

The most likely ending for her is to squeeze herself, continue to dream patrol to earn money for the family, bear the malicious words of netizens every day, criticize her appearance, figure, and personality, and finally die of a mental breakdown due to overwork.

A half-drunk bottle of wine rolled at their feet, and the clear liquid flowed out, reflecting gilt-like light in the sun.

Su Luoluo stared blankly at the liquor on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

Ears are full of people's ear-piercing cries, and no one can accept the sudden departure of their loved ones.

The house that was just built, the garden that was just planted, the little home that was just carefully prepared...all gone.The city is like a ruin that has been smashed by people, and there is pain everywhere.

Li Mingyue has been standing quietly among the ruins, silently looking at the people of Limin who are howling on the ground, looking at this devastated land, watching the mother dragging out the dead body of the child, watching the husband and wife embracing each other after the catastrophe , looking at the gray-haired old man walking hand in hand in the ruins.

Watching people laugh because their loved ones survived, watching people cry because of loss, and seeing the dullness and numbness in people's eyes.

Under the sinking blood-colored sunlight, white hair rose like a flowing wind.

"Crack."

The shards of glass were removed, and Su Mingan put on a bandage.

"You can endure pain very well," Su Mingan said.

While he was treating the wound, Su Luoluo didn't cry.Even at this time, she subconsciously controls her emotions so as not to cause trouble to others.

"I'm used to it." Su Luoluo blinked his dim purple pupils.

"Stay at my house from now on, my house hasn't been bombed yet," Su Mingan said.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. After I become popular as an anchor, I will find a way to move out, and I won't trouble you much." Su Luoluo whispered.

"You are not a burden." Su Mingan said.

"..."

"I don't see people as a burden." Su Mingan said.

"..."

"Not to mention that you are an excellent anchor." Su Mingan said.

"..."

"Cry if you want to." Su Mingan said.

The girl lowered her head, her short black hair hung by her ears, and there were flame-scorched scars on her cheeks.There were seven pieces of broken glass on her arm, one of which nearly pierced her bones.A seven-foot man would howl, but when Su Mingan pulled out these, she didn't yell or cry.

When she saw her father's tragic death without a whole body, she froze for a while, but didn't cry.

After seeing the house that carried all her savings and emotions in ruins, she still didn't cry.

It wasn't until Su Ming'an said, "Cry if you want to cry," that she burst into tears as if a nerve had been touched.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

It was just a small whimper at first, and it quickly became a wail.

Her cries were like sparks in the air, and her cries mixed with others' cries, like cumulonimbus clouds that were gradually accumulating, floating on the scarred land, gradually spreading into the wind.

The figures kneeling on the ground and digging frantically disappeared in the wind that gradually started the prairie fire, like living tombstones.

The blood flowed on the ground, like natural blood soil.

Bullets etched into pits like scars etched into bone.

At this moment, no one cared about the prohibition of "no crying in public". Everyone cried bitterly, hugging each other in the fire and smoke, as if melting each other into flesh and blood, hugging each other tightly, and the crying spread like an infection .

The girl cried like a child, while Su Mingan sat silently aside.

"Dad, Daddy..."

"Actually, I also hope that you are a good father... I... How I wish you could return to your normal self."

"I want... to go to the park with you, and our family to have a picnic like when I was a child. I'm obviously looking forward to it—I think when I make money and become a big anchor, you won't fight for money like now Crazy - I'm looking forward to it even with the slightest hope..."

"I haven't become a big anchor yet...I haven't made a lot of money yet...I haven't let you see how successful I am..."

"Why is there a war, why... why..."

"Ah, ah, cough, cough, cough—"

On and off, howling, whimpering, shaking, growling, coughing.

All grief is like a wild and raging river, connected at this moment with the pain of all people, like a never-ending ocean current.

Tears slid down her rough cheeks, this face was full of smoky marks, the tears hurt when touched, and the severe pain fell down her cheeks all the way to her heart, like a rapidly falling stone of fate.

Under the boulder of fate, the helpless girl covered her face, sobbed a few times, and then burst into tears.

Similar to her howling, it is similar to thousands of broken families.

"Dad, Dad—"

"Mother--"

"Grandma, grandma—"

Thousands of voices gather together and form an ocean.

Under the sinking blood-colored sunlight, blood-stained glass shards fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Crack."

……

The gods watched these from a distance, but didn't care.

……

……

Su Mingan sent Su Luoluo home.

The girl was lying on the bed and fell asleep. She had hypoglycemia and her face was as pale as a dead person.

When Su Mingan hung up her coat, she found a corner of the medicine box, which seemed to be some kind of psychotropic medicine. It seemed that she had been affected by the disease for a long time.

[Please call me Miss Demon King] We can only suspend the live broadcast today.Because Su Luoluo can't say that the reason for the suspension of the broadcast is war, otherwise people will find out the real address.She could only lie and say she was sick.

After the reasons for asking for leave were sent out, a bunch of viewers waiting to be fed left messages:

[Miss Demon King, pay attention to your body, we will wait for you. 】

【have a good rest. 】

[The anchor just became popular? 】

【Sick?It can't be an excuse, I didn't look radiant yesterday. 】

[Who knows, many people will drift away when they get angry. 】

[I see that many anchors have asked for leave today. The news said that many cities have been bombed recently. I don’t know which force did it. Couldn’t it be the reason for the anchor’s leave? 】

[There is such a thing?Isn't war far away from us? 】

【…】

The leave note was edited by Su Mingan for Su Luoluo.Su Luoluo's sudden popularity was envied by colleagues, and many people left malicious words.Some people said that she must have sold it to get the favor of the No. [-] Dream Watcher.

Su Mingan turned off the computer, opened the door, and found that Li Mingyue still hadn't left.

The white-haired man was dressed in pure white, like an angel in the dust and light.

"Wen Sheng." Li Mingyue said: "This world is huge. It is human nature to express negative emotions, and you cannot change everyone. Unless you also use coercive violence to stop them."

Su Ming'an vaguely noticed that Li Mingyue knew which anchor Su Luoluo was.

"But even if you can kill 100 people, 1000 people... 1000 million, [-] million people, even if you kill people without stopping, you have to kill tens of millions of times." Li Mingyue said:
"In the same way, even if we save people for a moment, repeatedly, these tragedies will not end. The situation in this city will only happen again and again."

"Unless you can start from the source, from the most fundamental problems, and completely eradicate these tragedies."

"Godfather..." Su Mingan vaguely understood.

Li Mingyue was telling him insinuatingly - only by overriding the gods can it be possible to change everything.

"You are determined to take the college entrance examination, and I will not stop you. But if you can't bear it anymore, remember to put on a coat for yourself." Li Mingyue said:
"If you can't bear it anymore, just wear another one."

"Only you can know whether you are cold or warm. Whether you need to add another coat - as long as you don't be wrapped in clothes to death, so that you can't see your original appearance, then you will always play the safest of."

Su Mingan heard the implication - Li Mingyue seemed to be talking about Su Wensheng's layered vest, not the simple clothes.

"Godfather, have you put on the 'coat' yet?" Su Mingan said.

Move slightly from the sight of Mingyue:
"Long ago, long ago. Human beings put on countless coats."

He changed the subject and suddenly asked, "Wen Sheng, what color do you like?"

Su Mingan was startled for a moment: "White."

Li Mingyue shook her head: "Next time, remember, no matter when, don't reveal your true preferences and shortcomings."

"If you really want to leave this small town, there will be an infinite burden on your shoulders. At that time, if someone takes something you care about and threatens you-you can only face the tram problem."

"Everything you care about will become the enemy's bargaining chip to restrain you."

Su Mingan was silent for a while.

Li Mingyue asked again: "Wen Sheng, what color do you like now?"

Su Mingan replied softly: "...I don't have a favorite color."

"correct answer."

Li Mingyue turned around and walked towards the direction of the sun.

The spire of the church is looming in the sun. Even if it is extremely far away, the tallest part of this majestic building can still be exposed. The dark spire is accompanied by faint glazed tiles, flooding with magnificent rainbow-colored brilliance.

The white dove walks through the violent dust, and the pure white shadow of the man is hidden in the flooding light, drifting away.

Su Mingan stood at the door, and slowly closed the door, blocking the brilliance under the sky.

　The school is in a hurry and will update tomorrow.

　
(End of this chapter)