National Juggernaut

Chapter 788 The Long Road
The journey may have an end, but the traveler will only fall down on the road.

In the dark night, the figure with the lamp is looking for the way to the future, each figure either follows or disappears, sometimes the team gets longer and longer, sometimes there are only three or two people.

Time is cruel. The dream-chasing young man holding a lamp first became a middle-aged man full of struggle, but quickly turned into a decadent middle-aged man with a beard.

He turned around by chance and looked behind him.
"We can still persist, please continue."

He opened his mouth, and couldn't even call out that person's name. During this journey, too many people disappeared or fell behind, so many that he deliberately kept a distance from the newcomers and dared not communicate too much with them.

He knew that he couldn't stop, otherwise all sacrifices would become meaningless.

He didn't know whether his persistence was necessary, whether the "invincible god" would really be sniped one day, and he asked himself countless times whether he had dragged everyone into a deep pit that was destined to bury everything deep.

"...Although I can't continue anymore, please do your best."

The decadent middle-aged man opened his mouth. He didn't know how to deal with it. Too many failures made him doubt whether the "only equation" really had a solution.

Not every companion or comrade can accept this kind of endless consumption and pursuit.

Among the fallen people, many cursed him as the leader, cursed him for leading everyone into a path that had never been hoped for, and cursed him for wasting everyone's life.

He was powerless to answer.

But he was grateful, for him, the malicious curse made him feel more at ease than the sleeping smile "entrusted to you".

People in the world worship heroes, but in most cases, the so-called heroes are just a difficult road led by a certain core group of people. It is that group of people who really go on the road, and the "core" is just one of them. the heavier member.

Pursuit itself is an extremely painful thing, especially when you don't know whether your pursuit is really meaningful and whether it can really be rewarded.

In the long dark night, he could only keep holding up the lamp, trying to illuminate the dark road, and constantly using lies or cruel truths to encourage the precarious morale.

"Can't fall down, or else that"

Otherwise, the sacrifice is pointless?

Why is it so painful?Isn't this my dream?

He didn't know how to answer his doubts, because he didn't know when, his ideal became the thing he was most afraid of facing, it forced himself to go to the end, forced himself to sleep at night, forced himself Almost crazy and dare not be crazy.

In the end, he wasn't crazy, or was completely crazy. At least, he accomplished his dreams and goals.

At that time, he was at a loss.

His life is for this moment.

He was very happy and had a good time getting drunk, but what happened next?
What do you dare to do next, what else do you want to do?Or, besides that "ideal", have you really thought about what you need?do you really have any dreams
"I think everyone should not die."

Even more absurd thoughts flashed through his mind.

"...If time can go backwards, if I can see through the future, maybe they won't be left behind, maybe my children and my wives won't be."

Regret medicine is the bitterest, but at this time, he really got the chance to taste it.

"...If there is still a life, if I can live it all over again, then I hope for a happy end, a perfect ending where no one has to sacrifice"

Facing the cruel world, he, who knows the cruel and bloody reality of the world better than anyone else, made a naive wish, and then blew out the wishing birthday candle.

"Did you do it? Did you achieve the perfect ending of my dream, where no one has to sacrifice?"

The decadent and joyful middle-aged man looked out of the window. On the "outside" where the heavy snow was falling, a young man was silently watching him.

That young man is the past version of the decadent middle-aged man. With just one glance, the middle-aged man burst into laughter, and then burst into tears.

He had too many experiences, and he could tell at a glance that the young man who was still smiling a little fake was not in pain, and there was still hope for the future in those pupils, which was completely different from himself.

Like myself, there may be despair or ideals, but I no longer believe that the future will come easily. The cruel law of "what you want, you have to pay several times the price" has caused countless painful hearts to be cut Second-rate.

"Yes, yes, you are different from me, you still have hope and a future."

"Zheng Li" outside the window was silent, he looked at "Zheng Li" in the room, and finally squeezed out a few words.

"I will continue"

It's not a promise, it's not an affirmative answer, but it's already the most unobtainable answer in dreams.

Ability is a way for individuals to realize their "dreams", and it is the deepest desire of their souls. At this moment, when the fragments of the two souls fully recognize each other's desires, everything returns to peace since childhood.

Where is the heavy snow, where is the long road at midnight, where is the lantern bearer, where is the hero, and where is the dream chaser.

There is only one, the one who is too painful to turn back, poor man.

There is only one, the dream is to kill oneself, but why dare not die, poor thing.

There is only one, who dreams of forgetting everything, dreaming of starting all over again, but dare not even show his weakness, useless ghost.

"...I'll make it happen, my dream, and I'll make it all over."

The pair of eyes in the house were staring at him, and he was not satisfied with the answer of "myself".

Zheng Li smiled, smiled wryly, and said a "lie" helplessly.

".I will let my people, those who follow me, those who like me, no longer fall on the road."

At this moment, the middle-aged man smiled, even though he knew he was a "lie".

"To be honest, I never thought it was possible to succeed in the whale crusade, but I finally made the lie come true."

"...Oh, I guessed it, who can be sure of that kind of stuff. Don't worry, they also know that it's just your lie, but they all like your lie."

"That's what hurts me the most. Luckily, if your lie comes true, it shouldn't be so painful."

Everything in front of me disappeared, the snow was gone, the night was gone, the house was gone, and there was only a mirror left in place, and the young man inside was smiling at himself.

"I am Zheng Li (Truth), a man who seeks answers, a liar who turns lies into truth."

Zheng Li raised his head, the illusion has completely dissipated, and now he is able to control his own destiny.

"Welcome back, Miss Yinzi."

(End of this chapter)