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Chapter 794 Chapter 790 · "I'm Waiting for a Spring (End)" ("Yulong" leader plus more)
Fiery pain came from all limbs.

Between the data of 0 and 1, the central building collapsed in the shock.The sky screamed and the atmosphere cracked.Bricks and tiles of the building... were all flying in the strong wind.

Su Ming'an fell from a high altitude, and the first ray of dawn spilled into the city-state through the gap, like a dawn rain in the daytime.

He fell down with Lin Guang in his arms, and the sun rushed in, carving their blood-stained clothes in detail. Amidst the shock, every inch of the sun shone into his pupils.

He couldn't see the situation of the city-state clearly, nor could he see the bricks and stones splashing around him. The endless stream of 0 and 1 data around Lin Guang made the two of them fall slowly, as if they were floating in a long gurgling white river.

Lin Guang's white hair fluttered like flowing liquid silver.Even the Hanfu is rising upwards.

He looked at Su Mingan with dazed and confused eyes, as if separated by a thin barrier.The helpless sadness and regret burned like fireworks in those pale eyes.

"Luvis..." Lin Guang called out in a low voice, as if his heart was full of sea water in this call.

Su Mingan stared into Lin Guang's eyes, re-examining this soul.

"'Love' is... what?" Lin Guang's eyes were almost pleading.

He puts his hand on his heart:
"Is love despair?"

Put your finger on the bandaged gunshot wound again.

"Is love pain?"

Then came his sad eyes.

"Does love die?"

Sadness swept over him like a hurricane, obviously he asked so many people, but still couldn't find the answer.

He simply cannot support a person with complete logic.So he is strong and fragile, naive and cruel, sensitive and dull, like a tree growing backwards.

When he saw Luvis being elected to the altar by the people, he could only watch it from a distance in the City of Gods.When he saw Luvis silently accepting everyone's anger, how much he wished...

—for a moment, he could come to him.

His white hair was entangled in the wind, like a long night drifting in the snow, and there was a misty misty sadness in his eyes.

Su Mingan's brows and eyes trembled, and he suddenly knew how to answer Lin Guang.He replied—

"Lin Guang. What you are doing now is 'love'."

Lin Guang stared blankly at the look in Su Mingan's eyes.

It was this...extremely vivid expression again, an expression he couldn't understand.For a person like him who was born in a black shell, he couldn't touch the expression.

He felt a scorching pain on his body, not from those wounds, but he felt that he was actually being hugged by Luvis, making him about to be scalded.

However, he hugged his friend tighter, as if hugging a fire that would burn him out, like primitive humans' desire for flames.

His pitch-black Hanfu was gradually stained with a viscous transparent color, like a black rose withering.The body shape gradually faded, as if it was about to merge into the sky.

The program's mission is over and he is disappearing.

"Lin Guang—wait, didn't you say you wanted to stay? Didn't you say you wanted to learn Long Guo characters for me? Didn't you say you would send me Spring Festival couplets every year? And tea, you haven't tried it with sulfuric acid yet. , why didn't you stop soaking?" Su Mingan noticed that Lin Guang was becoming transparent: "Wait a minute..."

Obviously...he only knew what Lin Guang had experienced in the past, and what kind of pain Lin Guang had endured.why so soon...

They have only been friends for 1 minute.

His eye sockets suddenly became very sore, this feeling is not the same as the loss before.

It seems to have seen a story really come to an end and write an ending.

If you want to wear Hanfu, you can wear it, and I won’t mistake it again.

How far have you learned Long Guozi? Will you make typos again?I haven't seen it yet.

Didn't you say that you developed fried strawberries?It doesn't sound very tasty, but I might be able to try it.

I promise to be your friend, Lin Guang, I promise.

You are not Lu Shu, really.

You are Lin Guang, the unique Lin Guang.

Although it is too late.

The unspoken layout, the tight-lipped wall-facer, the incomprehensible procedure of love, 0321 whose nature has been distorted by the gods...

This friendship came too late.

The air was dyed a light gray with black spots, and their reflections flickered in the neon signs of tall buildings, like glowing shells.

Among the bricks and tiles flying all over the sky, Lin Guang's hug was very tight, as if he wanted to squeeze his strength into his ribs, and his ten fingers were as hard as steel hoops.Even hugging is extremely aggressive.

"[I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.]" he whispered:
“【I give you the core of myself that I have tried to preserve—a core that does not make sentences with words, that does not trade with dreams, that is untouched by time, joy, and adversity.]”

“【I give you interpretations of your life, theories about yourself, your real and amazing existence. I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart.】”

“[I tried to impress you with confusion, danger, failure.]”

"Luvis, I'm just a program."

"I know." Su Mingan's voice was mixed with bitterness: "I know."

"But Luvis, if I'm the coldest program from the beginning, without self-thinking, curiosity, and emotion-"

"If I could have perfectly programmed countermeasures from the beginning. Instead of such a semi-human semi-finished product—"

"It will fail, it will be hurt, it will be touched, there will be a backlog of sludge-like emotions, imperfect, incomplete, regrettable, like a mirror image..."

Lin Guang's voice trembled:

"——If I was a perfect trap program from the beginning, I don't have the memories and defects of 'Lin Guang' and 'Lu Shu' like I do now..."

There is almost broken struggle in his eyes:
"—Will I not feel ashamed as I do now?"

From the past to the present, from the present to the future.So many lamp holders walked towards Su Mingan.Someone turned into a white bird flying high on the clock tower, someone became a monument, someone slept under the lotus pond, someone jumped off the cliff for him, and someone drove out the ice-blue manjusawa...

And what will he be?
A piece of data that leaves nothing behind?
"You weren't him in the first place." Su Mingan said, "It's fine if you don't have his memory, but you are you."

"Is he that good?" Even if Lin Guang didn't say who "he" was, the two of them would understand.

Su Mingan nodded.

"I'm fine too." Lin Guang said.

Su Mingan nodded again.

Of course you are fine.

Among the crumbling bricks and stones, their black and white hair rose high, like the shadows of butterflies flying.The dawn of new life sprinkled from the cracks in the masonry and into the pupils of every city-state resident.

The Hanfu rubbed against the blood-stained robe, like a pair of butterflies dancing in the air. The two of them were covered in sunlight, and even though they were falling, they seemed to be living with the dawn.

They are slowly falling in the long river of 0 and 1 data, as if they are swimming in the cycle of time.

"Am I your friend?"

——And Lin Guang said this in Su Mingan's ear:

"Is it a friend you don't regret?"

Maybe it's been a long time, or maybe it's just a moment.

Su Mingan responded in a low voice:
"Yes."

Lin Guang smiled slightly on his stiff face:

"Thank you."

"Although I still don't understand... what is 'love'."

"I kind of want to cry."

"If I was the one who met you first, if I didn't have the hint of 'Faction Boss' on my body, if I hadn't been distorted by the gods to look like this, would it be possible for us to become friends earlier?"

"..."

Su Mingan's eyes trembled.

Then he responded firmly:

"Yes."

You who are not covered with haze, you who do not have mud in your eyes.

For the sake of friends, I can learn decades of tea making, Longguo characters, paintings, and flute music—you who are so firm, you who yearn for friendship, and you who are so pure and innocent.

If in the beginning, I really met you like that.

I will definitely be friends with you.

...but no ifs.

At the end of the disappearance, the two fell to the ground.Amidst the cracking of the earth and the splashing of bricks and tiles, Lin Guang tremblingly took out a bamboo flute.

The quiet sound of the flute came from his lips, and he thought of all the experiences he had with Luvis.He didn't have time to play the flute music written in 40 years to Luvis one by one, so he only played the original "Missing".

At that time, a white-haired representative stood at the door of the garden villa in District [-]. The white grid surrounded the lights that lit up during the day, illuminating the clear water brilliantly, like a long bridge of water and light. bridge.

The pure white hair of the walker rises with the wind, like frost and snow that has not melted for a thousand years.

A gust of wind.

The two from 40 years ago looked at each other.

— as if it were eternity.

Su Mingan let out a trembling laugh.

Lin Guang smiled slightly, like a spring breeze on the snow.

His figure is becoming more and more transparent, like a bubble that is about to burst, including that pale face, those fluttering white hair...all are dissipating uncontrollably, like a butterfly that is gradually shattering.

He played the flute, his voice became lower and lower, but there was joy in his eyes that almost ignited——

Lewis.

——I learned how to make friends with Lu Shu's model. When I first met, I expressed my joy to my friends and hoped that you would become the light in my life.

——I treat your enemies with the tone of Lu Shu, scolding those who hate you.

——I use Lu Shu's tea art and Lu Shu's favorite pet to meet you.

——I use Lu Shu's hair color, Lu Shu's similar figure, and Lu Shu's paranoia and confusion to face this cruel world.You even paid attention to me just because I am similar to Lu Shu.

But I am not Lu Shu, and I do not even belong to life itself.I hate being admitted wrong the most, but the irony is that everything about me is based on "being admitted wrong".

There is no direction and bottom line to stick to, no blank paper of life.

Like I don't understand why you are so sad now.

...as if about to cry.

"...you won't be alone anymore."

Lin Guang's flute paused, and there was a cry in his voice.He clings closer to Su Ming'an, as if this can become a real life:

"...Someone is holding me."

……

"Woooooo-"

The last syllable comes from the flute.

Then with a bang, the bamboo flute rolled down.

Su Mingan felt a lightness in his arms, and suddenly a butterfly flew beside him, it was small, like a flame.It surrounds him longingly, like a gentle fire.

Perhaps it was an illusion caused by exhaustion. He saw that the top was no longer falling bricks and stones, but ginkgo leaves falling down. The dawn cast a soft golden-red light through the shadow of the tree. Rong Yuye licked his shirt inch by inch, the light was so warm that it made people feel dizzy.

Then, he saw a very big Samoyed.

A big dog with pure white fur stands under the ginkgo tree, crimson butterflies dance around it, magenta from the sky kisses its fur, it seems to be dyed by sunlight.

And it held its head up, like a lone wolf watching the dawn, maintaining a long-term unchanged posture, waiting under the tree forever, with bright eyes, as if waiting for someone.

It has waited for a long, long time... It has crossed the long-term hatred, fear and sorrow of the people, endured the despair, confusion and loneliness of [-] simulations, and has the most noble loyalty and persistence.

When Su Mingan met its gaze, it stared at him tightly.

"Wang."

It barked at him.

It seems to be calling Luvis.

Dawn rises from a distance, showing the miracle of night turning into day, and there seems to be a rooster crowing at dawn in the distance, one after another, singing a hundred harmony.Wisps of warm light fell from the sky inch by inch, illuminating all the darkness around Samoyed.Those dry grasses, those buds that haven't bloomed, those little lives in the soil... slowly break through the ground and poke their heads out, enjoying the beauty of dawn.

They were blocked by the body of the Samoyed from the cold and rain all night, and finally ushered in a new life when the sun came, and the spring was full of glory.

The Samoyed, who had been protected from the cold rain all night, shook off the heavy raindrops on his body, and slowly lowered his head.

Its weak body fell down little by little, its pale eyes closed little by little, and its white hair, which was condensed by sunlight, fluttered slightly in the wind.

"Wang."

It barks weakly at Su Mingan again.

As if saying goodbye to him.

When it fell, the surroundings were silent and solemn.

The clouds and mists dispersed, and all the rivers seemed to gather in its eyes.

——At dawn, the Samoyed dies in the rain, while the creatures it protects live forever in the sun.

"Woooooo-"

The flute stopped.

Su Mingan still maintains the embracing posture, as if embracing the sunshine of a whole city-state.

Grains of white light gently scattered from his cheeks, arms, and chest, like pure white butterflies.The Hanfu embroidered with pine and bamboo, the fluttering white hair, the pair of light-colored pupils staring at him closely...all have disappeared.

His throat choked, and he could no longer see the Samoyed in the phantom, nor the white-haired youth in reality.

His hands subconsciously tightened forward, but they couldn't touch any body temperature.

"Lin Guang...?" He called softly, as if he was afraid of breaking something.

He lowered his head and looked into his arms, but couldn't see anything.

Lin Guang disappeared.Only the fluttering, white light like a small butterfly grazed his hair and robe.

"Boom!"

A bamboo flute rolled at his feet, engraved with a crooked line of Dragon Kingdom characters "replenish Luvis's gift".

"Lin Guang?"

Su Mingan called out again, the corners of his lips were soaked in bitterness:
"Lin Guang...?"

No one responded.

There was nothing in front of him except flying bricks and stones.

His new friends dissipate.

His vision began to blur, and uncontrollable tears welled up in his eyes, leaving only dazzling white in front of his eyes, like a ray of light deep in the mist.

The sharp pain and sense of loss permeated from the internal organs, he covered his face, grief filled the cranial cavity, as if a hand squeezed his heart tightly, and the hallucinations and double images resonated in front of his eyes.

"Lin..."

He said a word and took a deep breath.His throat was sticky and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his head hurt like being split by a knife.

There was only a silver-white pistol carved with lilies and butterflies that fell to the ground in front of him.It seemed to have a pair of pale eyes, watching him.

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[Luvis, go for a walk with me. 】

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[Luvis, I want to be friends with you.I've learned a new tune and I want to play it to you. 】

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[Luvis, because I knew you were coming, I let every flower in the garden stay at the most beautiful moment.Spring is here, look!Spring is here, this is the spring I prepared for you! 】

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[Luvis, when the war is over, I must become friends with you. 】

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[Luvis, today's lily blooms really well, I want to give it to you. 】

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【Luvis...】

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【Luvis...】

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[Luvis. 】

【what is love? 】

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Love is the courage to die for a person, a thing, or even a world.

Although that person doesn't even have a name, appearance, or love.The friendship he craves, the care of Luvis, the human emotions and smiles do not belong to him either.The whole world including gods are treating him badly.

But in the end he chose love.

Silent and tragic, romantic and desperate.

……

what is love?
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— No need to ask.

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On that day, it rained all night in the two-dimensional world, and it stopped at the moment the bell rang.

That day, a beautiful, elf-like scarlet butterfly crossed the night sky, like tearing through the gap in the night, carrying the flower fairy who brought spring.

People woke up from the resonance, raised their heads, embraced each other, and walked forward.

Only one person remained in place.

In this world, there is no white-haired young man who can call him "Luvis", there is no Long Guo character he has not learned, his more than 1000 paintings, his unfinished drafts, the flute music he failed to play, and There is tea that he did not improve.

His 40-year wait was over, he wrote 12398 ginkgo leaf diaries, learned 6537 Longguo Chinese characters, made 3628 cups of tea, read 2298 poems, drew 1267 pictures about Luvis, and edited 287 nets...

That's all he has left.

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

Carrying his memory with him, as dawn approaches, live.

That way, he never died.As a friend, he sincerely wishes him happiness forever.

Goodbye, my 1 minute friend.

what is love?
There is no need to ask.

……

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After the white-haired youth dissipated, the surrounding buildings lost their hold, bricks, stones and broken tiles squeezed towards Su Mingan one after another.

Nuo Er, who was standing not far away, saw Su Ming'an standing motionless between floors of buildings.

"—Su Ming'an! Get away!!" Noel yelled.

It was as if the slow-motion button had been pressed suddenly, and in Nuoer's sight, Su Mingan fell forward slowly.With the dawn rising behind.

Su Mingan's gaze froze for a moment in the morning light in the distance, as if he wanted to fix this morning in his retina forever, and then quickly lost his sight, lightly, his eyes scratched Nuo Er.

The eyes gradually turned into nothingness, as if the color had suddenly faded.

Noel's breathing stopped for a moment, and he almost thought he would drown in that look.

...why does he have a feeling.

...It seems that he will lose Su Mingan at any moment.

With a "plop", Su Mingan fell into the rainwater, and the rainwater flowed over his ears, his face was pale, like a gray-white corpse.If he died one day, it should be like this.

The invasion of rose blood, the long-term whispers of Tawei, the abuse of mental stabilizing drugs, the emotional resonance of repeated self-mutilation, the tense mental pressure, and the pain of loss.A series of negative effects superimposed to make people suffocating.

He kept falling in drowsiness, like falling into the deep sea.

……

While in a coma, Su Mingan had a dream.

In the dream, a white-haired young man was holding an umbrella and waiting for him in the rain.

The rain dripped down the oil-paper umbrella, Su Mingan stepped forward, stood side by side with the white-haired young man, and looked at the ginkgo tree in the distance.

The silky spring rain fell on the leaves, rolling up the golden sky, like golden butterflies flying in the wind.Perhaps because of dreaming, Su Mingan's thoughts were a little fuzzy, he didn't know who the white-haired young man was, and he didn't know why he dreamed of this young man.

"What's your name?" Su Mingan asked.

"..." The white-haired young man answered him.

"What's your name?" Su Mingan didn't hear clearly, so he asked again.

"..." The white-haired young man answered him, still repeating the answer.

"I've asked you twice, every time you just said your name, I forgot." Su Mingan was a little annoyed.

He suddenly felt his nose sore.It seems that it is a pity that the white-haired youth has no name.

The white-haired young man was slightly startled, but raised his lips and smiled slightly.

He has a pair of light-colored pupils, white hair like flowing mercury, gentle and pure white temperament, like a smiling angel Samoyed who has not been stained with mud:
"It's okay, I don't have a name, and it's okay."

"As long as you're my friend."

He approached and touched Su Mingan's forehead with his forehead, as if to comfort him.

Although Su Mingan didn't know the young man's name, he thought that the young man must have a nice name.

He and the white-haired youth stood side by side in the rain, staring at the endless rain.The rain fell from the sky, sprinkled into the grass around them, and scattered the ginkgo leaf carpet all over the place.

The rainwater gathered and scattered everywhere, like white flowers in full bloom.

They waited for a long time until Su Mingan forgot why he was standing here.

Until the white-haired young man took out a bamboo flute and played it quietly. This is a tune that Su Mingan has never heard before, and the sound is clear and pleasant.

……

So Su Mingan asked the white-haired youth:

"what are you waiting for?"

Hearing this, the white-haired young man raised his head, and the moonlight shone on his fluttering white hair, like melting the ever-lasting white snow on the top of the mountain.

Among the dark green mountains, a lone wild goose fluttered across the sky.Fly to the warm south.

When the first ray of sunlight hit the white-haired young man's shoulders, his figure gradually dissipated, like a blown foam.

The white-haired young man smiled softly, and finally touched Su Ming'an's forehead with his forehead. There was no trace of impurity in that smile, as if it was a kind of pure happiness——

All I could see was the sky full of dawn, like shooting stars during the day.

"Me." He said before disappearing:
"I'm waiting for a spring..."

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[It's great to meet you, Luvis. 】

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[Be friends with me, Luvis. 】

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[Be friends with me, Luvis. 】

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【friend. 】

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【friend. 】

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【Love. 】

【Love? 】

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(End of this chapter)