Another World: My life is on the rise!

For several days, they were immersed in the time of two people who seemed to have forgotten everything.

Even the new performances had been turned down, and he no longer accepted patients. Even when Shirley and others came to knock on the door several times in confusion, they did not pay any attention. In this small home that belonged only to them, they were wantonly immersed in the passionate feelings that continued to possess each other.

It seemed that only in this way could they let each other know what they were thinking in their hearts.

As if tirelessly releasing the happiness and love that had been suppressed for more than ten years.

And Lin En was more certain.

No matter what the ending was, he would definitely accompany her through this life. Even if the continuous fall might make him completely lost in the sea of ​​loss and make him forget whether it was real or a dream, he had already made his own decision.

He would definitely go on.

Give her a perfect and happy life.

…

Several days of lingering day and night finally exhausted all their energy. Although they wanted to stay in this time forever, life still had to go on.

The next day, she left quietly.

But Lin En knew.

She will definitely come back. He watched her from afar as she boarded the carriage with her suitcase. When her eyes under the exquisite hat looked over, the snow was fluttering. He stood at the corner of the street and smiled as he took off his hat to her, with such a tacit understanding, as if no matter how far away they were, the thread of the soul on their little fingers was still concerned about each other.

The opening of the grand performance.

Under the spotlight, she danced again, dancing to the classical rhythm in the melodious and sad singing.

But this time she looked at the first row of seats under the stage, which was no longer empty like before. Lin En sat there gentlemanly with a cane, with a smile on his face, just like the farewell, and took off his hat to greet her slightly.

There was light in her eyes.

She worked particularly hard in the performance that day, and every dance step under the spotlight seemed to be filled with some indescribable fragrance.

And only Lin En knew.

That dance was for him.

Just like the ugly duckling that once struggled in the mud, it finally transformed into a white and beautiful swan at this moment, and it was a swan that belonged only to him.

When they met again, they could not hide the passion that could not be suppressed.

Backstage after the performance.

She could not help but throw herself into his arms, raised her head and kissed him passionately, pouring out unbearable thoughts.

And only in front of him, she would change from the silent and calm appearance to the passionate girl, even behind the curtain, under the long skirt of the moving performance, she could not help but want to do those immoral things with him passionately.

It seemed that only in this way could she truly feel that he was real.

No longer his sister.

No longer his daughter.

But a true lover who could accompany her for life, even though he raised her and they were more than ten years apart, in her eyes, these were never regarded as an obstacle.

And time passed quickly in this happy time.

One day several years later.

When her fame was at its peak, she suddenly announced that she would no longer perform in any form.

And then she disappeared.

And the doctor in the ordinary town disappeared with her. None of them told others where they went. It was not until several years later that Shirley, who had already become a mother, received a letter from the other side of the ocean.

They told her that they had immigrated to the north of the New World, where there were endless grasslands, distant snow-capped mountains and sheep, and they had been living happily.

From then on.

There was no news of them anywhere in the world.

…

Until who knows how many years later, in a shabby town in the New World, a gentleman with obvious wrinkles on his face walked on the street after the rain with a young lady. They looked like a father and daughter, or a couple of lovers.

The young lady's appearance was particularly outstanding. Her neat bangs were accompanied by clear light blue eyes. Her black dress and simple hat could not hide her charming temperament and beauty.

It was as if she had never grown up after she turned 18.

They supported and depended on each other.

On the stone road after the rain, the shabby puppet shop was located there as if it had not been cleaned for several years. An old man with all his hair gone was sitting there. His eyes were hazy as if he would die of old age at any time.

Her pupils reflected the shop after the rain.

"What's wrong?"

The familiar voice sounded in her ears, gently resting on her bulging belly.

She told him curiously.

She seemed to have been here a long, long time ago, but she couldn't remember it, because she had never been to the New World before. She had always lived in that town with her brother. She had performed in many places, but had never been here.

But there was something strangely familiar.

The breeze blew the girl's long skirt, and she raised her head to look at the figure beside her. He gently put his arm around her waist, agreed to her request, and took her into the quaint and shabby doll shop.

The old floor creaked, and every puppet in the shop seemed to be covered with dust.

The old man sitting on the chair raised his head turbidly.

When he saw the curious eyes of the girl, his eyes showed the dazzling brilliance for the first time, but soon, the eyes dimmed again, as if withered.

Many of the puppets there were already worn out.

Just like the old man guarding the shop, it seemed that a long, long time had passed.

"Brother, look at that puppet, it really looks like me."

The girl raised her head and pointed to the most conspicuous position on the counter, the small puppet in a purple dress, it leaned there listlessly, and the gorgeous dress was already covered with dust, but even so, among the many worn-out puppets, she was still the most exquisite one.

Just like once upon a time, the puppeteer who made it had also invested a lot of energy and effort in it.

It carried the traces of the years.

"If you like it, buy it. It's your birthday present."

Lin En smiled and doted on the girl beside him. Her face showed that moving smile that never faded. He nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoe, and left a kiss on his cheek.

She turned her head and stared at the withered old man in a daze.

She said he was strange.

Because she really seemed to have seen him before.

But she couldn't remember it. Lin En smiled and told her that if she couldn't remember it, she shouldn't think about it, because even if she had seen it before, it was already a distant past.

She listened to him very much, and as he got older, she became more and more obedient to him.

They bought the doll.

Before leaving, she quickly turned back and put a small bag of coins on the legs of the withered and turbid old man. She said goodbye to him, with a trace of kindness unique to girls in her clear eyes. She said that if his father was still alive, he should be about the same age as him.

And no matter how hard life is, you must take it seriously.

Because no matter what.

The future can also be beautiful.

She waved goodbye to the old man she had never met, ran out quickly and threw herself into the arms of the figure.

She held Lin En's hand and hugged the doll. She always looked up at him from time to time. Her eyes seemed to always have that moving brilliance. There seemed to be a strand of silk thread after the rain between the little fingers she held, reflecting the fragmented light in the sun, tightly connecting each other.

The old man raised his turbid eyes dejectedly.

He suddenly lowered his head.

A few drops of turbid crystals fell, splashing on the heavy purse in the hand.

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ps: It's almost over,