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Chapter 692Chapter 690 · "Hook your fingers and swear."

Thousands of colorful lights, the sky is full of light.

Lamps are hung outside the doors of every house, as if to open a way home for the soldiers on the front line.

In the era when the world was controlled by gods, the air pollution was so serious that people often could not see the starry sky.In the 32nd year of the cataclysm, after the official launch of the War of Dawn, hundreds of millions of soldiers and civilians died.

In order to comfort the living, people have learned the practice of fireworks and floating lights.And tell the children that the dead just went to the sky and became the stars watching everyone in the night sky.

"...So, in order to express their longing, on the day of Fuyuan Festival, people will make floating lanterns with their own hands, write the words they want to entrust, put them in the sky, and send them to relatives who have become stars."

Yueyue sat by the bed and told Su Mingan about this custom.

In the clean and white ward, only her voice can be heard, and occasionally the smell of rice and sweet snacks can come from the window.

"Obviously I have also experienced the 16 years of Kaiusta, and I don't know this custom."

Su Mingan's gaze was fixed on the window.

"What you see is different from ordinary people, whether it is strategy or vision." Yueyue said: "I don't think anyone will come to tell you this when you are dealing with war. Just like you know Minghui The secrets of the entire world, mastering the talent awakening magic circle that can change the entire continent, and will not know how many processes a cup of Xizhou black tea needs to go through—because it is unnecessary for you.”

"..." Su Mingan said, "After all, I am not a player who comes to travel."

He heard that many players call themselves "landscape school".They danced under the bright and bright sky, accompanied the forest elves who had just opened their minds, rowed kayaks and boats on the sea in Praia, and enjoyed unique lemon wine and barbecue.These people never get close to missions and key npcs, and never try their best to understand the core plot of the world. They are as free as they are on vacation.

There are also many such "landscapers" on the World Forum. Every time they "play" in the dungeon, they will write down their experiences like a tour guide, and post various screen recordings and screenshots.It has attracted a large number of historians, geographers, and writers to study, and the flourishing of human cultural undertakings also stems from this cultural fusion between different worlds.

Su Mingan once clicked on the "Landscape and Culture" section, and saw many articles that were as rigorous as papers.He felt their seriousness from the words of these players, and every opening of a world copy was equivalent to a door to an unknown landscape.

If you don't want to intervene in the plot, and don't want to discover the core secrets of the world, this kind of gameplay is very easy.

"Then, today, the first day of the Fuyuan Festival, the first day of the new year, would you like to play like a tourist?" Yueyue said.

When she said this, her hands tied her loose black hair that fell to her shoulders, and a red rope slipped from her wrist, wrapping around her high ponytail.She looks heroic with her ponytail hanging, and there is a little softness between her brows, just like Su Mingan's memory of her in a high school classroom.

"Then let's go." Su Mingan nodded.

They made an appointment last year to celebrate the New Year together.

She reached out and pushed open the window.He pulled out the instruments and various needles on his body, and jumped out of the window regardless of the nurse's dissuasion.

His body tilted when he landed, and she reached out to hold him and handed him a mask.

The lights and shadows climbed up to the sky, and the gorgeous fireworks exploded in the night with the sudden cheers from the crowd, surrounded by stars and bright fire, she was like a circulating cloud leading him to the streets and alleys, just like celebrating New Year's Day At that time, Nuo Er, Lu Shu and Lin Yin led him through the crowd.

At this time, all the wind seemed to be soft, and his eyes even returned to normal colors.Her red rope was raised high, and the silver bells jingled. There seemed to be a fragrance like red wine on her body, which slowly dissipated into the air with her steps.

The barrage is also congratulating the New Year:

【Happy New Year!Su Mingan! 】

[I hope we can celebrate the New Year with you next year! 】

[There are a lot of people on the streets of the Lord God World. I took a look and everyone was watching the live broadcast. Hundreds of millions of people were watching Su Mingan's Chinese New Year outside the screen. 】

[The nuclear explosion was not stopped... Will there be a problem with the City of Gods?Doesn't this mean that Su Mingan gave up all his previous plans in the City of Gods? 】

[It doesn't matter, the first player must have his own thinking, we just need to watch his victory~]

【…】

"Give you."

Yueyue stretched out her hand and stuffed a warm paper bag to him.The food in the paper bag is similar to egg waffles, the skin is soft and mellow, and the inside is wrapped in cream.

When Su Mingan took the paper bag, words such as Dawn System, Xike, and Tawei would always subconsciously flash through his mind. Even when he saw children playing around on the street, he would think of some key NPCs.He is so used to thinking intensely all the time that the current relaxation time cannot be integrated into the New Year.

He took a bite of this yellowed flour food. It really tasted like an egg waffle, soft and waxy, with a hint of softness and sweetness of cream. He hadn't eaten this kind of food for a long time. food instead of his recipes.

"Is it delicious?" she asked.

"Hmm..." Su Mingan's thoughts had turned to the battlefield.

And Yueyue didn't forcibly draw his attention back, but just let him think far away, walked through the streets and alleys with his mind wandering, and bought him various... small things that he would never cast his eyes on in the past .

Nuomi, egg waffles, etc. are fine, but she still buys toy swords without blades and water guns without live ammunition, as well as flowers that look like they are about to wither, and some low-end clothes.

"In this world of ruins, there are many unknown small cities like this, scattered in the world like stars, and they may be destroyed by unexpected artillery fire at any time... And in this small city we have seen, there are countless This kind of merchant is struggling between the food and clothing line. I come from the city of measurement in the 102 years of the catastrophe, and I have not experienced wars. I think I can help them, even if it is just a little money." Yueyue said so.

After 23 years of life, she seems to have become a part of the measurement city.She really regarded these npcs as real people, not targets in Su Mingan's eyes.She lived every world like a real life.

They were walking on the street, with heavy oil-painted masks on their faces. No one knew that he was the Lord of Aktor who led the Battle of Dawn.People chatted, laughed, gazed into the distance, and prayed for the safe return of their relatives and friends from the front line. Children stepped on the thick snow holding stinging fireworks, and hundreds of floating lights slowly rose into the sky.

She turned her head in the snowstorm.

"Dingling——jingling—" the silver bell around her waist rang, and the bundled black hair was held by the evening wind, which shattered the light flowing on her shoulders.There are flickering spots in her eyes, as if there are fireflies dancing in her dark eyes.

"--happy?"

"En." Su Mingan responded.

"——I can't go back to the world of the Lord God, and I didn't spend New Year's Day with you, but I heard that Lu Shu and the others are with you, and it will only get better and better in the future." She said with a smile.

Her voice penetrates the light and shadow and overlapping wind and snow, like the sound of a distant piano.

For a moment, the orange-red floating lamp in her hand seemed to completely illuminate the long shadow dragging behind him, and burn the damp and ugly bones inside.She was infinitely more beautiful alive than a dead body.

"Okay." Su Mingan said.

"Are you really happy?" Yueyue said.

"happy."

"Then we'll celebrate New Years later."

"it is good."

"Pull the hook." Yueyue stretched out her unburnt, clean hand.

Su Mingan is connected with her little finger, touching the thin callus left by her sword practice, this is the sword sharpening stone that has always been with her soul.

"I'll take you home," he said.

On New Year's Day, he wanted to bring everyone home, and now she will not be missing.

She smiled and held up the lamp in her hand.

This floating lamp is connected by a frame made of wire. The lamp is covered with a layer of oilcloth paper that can resist wind and snow. The square candles are fixed on the frame. The whole is like a half-empty house.

"Ming An, you can write down the person you want to bless." Yueyue said.

The floating lamp is a gift to the deceased. Su Mingan took the pen and wrote a series of names without thinking too much.

[Xia Sheng], [Stacy], [Feisi], [Yaowen], [Carol], [Fei Yi], [Roxanne]...

"Hey——" Yueyue found something was wrong: "You can only write up to ten, if there are too many, it won't work."

There are still dozens of names floating in Su Mingan's mind, and he can only put down his pen after hearing what she said.

"Let's go." Yueyue raised her hands high.

A ball of candle flame fluttered leisurely in the hazy veil, and soon burned vigorously.She let go of her hand, and the lamp was like a flame floating in the air, as if drifting to a fantasy world that people couldn't touch.

The lights fluttered with the wind, high or low, like orange-red stars all over the sky.Su Mingan's lamp gradually merged into hundreds of floating lamps, gradually blending into the night sky and becoming a star in the sky.

—Where does the road go?Where does love go?

He held his head up and watched it gradually drift away, the cold wind soaked in festive atmosphere blowing against his face.When he turned his head, Yueyue's eyes were like two other fireworks, and the hair fluttering in the wind seemed to be dyed with numerous lights.

It was as if she had been carved out of white porcelain, not only beautiful but fragile.

"... Yueyue?" He called out, and gripped her sleeves tightly, which was the real touch of the fabric.For a moment he thought he was hallucinating.

The beauty is so rare that it feels like a dream.

"I'm here, I haven't left." Yueyue took his hand: "Go back."

She knew that what he longed for most was not brilliant fireworks and beautiful flowers, he needed to rest.He seemed to her more like a patient suffering from chronic stress.

Although the patient didn't know it himself, he thought his mental state was normal.

Su Mingan looked at the lamp until it was no longer visible, then turned his head.

"Let's go."

She sent him back to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses who had formed a row at the door immediately surrounded him.

"City Master, your vital signs are not stable, please don't run around..."

"City Lord, you should bring a guard at least, what should you do if something goes wrong?"

"City Lord..."

They surrounded him back to the ward, Yueyue covered him with a quilt, the pure white room seemed like a fallen paradise.

Finally, she put a garland-like leaf ring made of ginkgo leaves beside his bed.This ginkgo leaf ring is golden, like a round of overlapping gold.

"I heard that you think that something made of twelve flowers can restore your sanity. I made this for you, and I hope you feel better." Yueyue said.

Su Mingan looked into her eyes and said "Mmm".

He didn't say much tonight, just "um", or "okay" is enough.

"Then, good night?" Her hands covered his eyelids.

"—!"

suddenly,

At this moment,

At the moment when his eyes were covered by her hand and his vision was plunged into darkness, he suddenly felt a flood of strong fear and panic.

He heard voices lingering around his ears, like auditory hallucinations, densely packed, like flies around.

【—You came back from the City of Gods, what about the nuclear explosion?What about Lin Guang who has no one to restrain him? 】

【—You are gone, who will save the domesticated Yamada?Who is going to save the red-eyed Noel on the first floor of City of Gods? 】

【——The last thing you should do is teleport to Yueyue directly... 】

These voices are the source of his panic tonight - he can't enjoy the New Year's Eve she prepared for him at all, all the good things are like illusions.

...Stop making noise.

...don't ring in his ears.

He wanted to disperse them, but the more he listened, the more familiar these voices became...

These voices—the lines of voice—the tone...

Yes.

—It was his own voice.

"..."

He suddenly removed her hand covering his eyes, only to find that his slightly moving lips were repeating these words:

"You shouldn't have come back..." He said to himself, his black hair was sticking wetly to the side of his face, and his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

And Yueyue just looked at him quietly, as if she was used to his hysteria.

(End of this chapter)