Is she blooming today? [Zhongyingmei]

As the white-cloaked Superman once did—

She is separated from the world and has nothing to do with it.

They will eventually open up the whole world to her and present it in front of her without reservation.

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In the opera house, the high-spirited female voice sang the hymn of life and death, and the little Fulaer in the audience was sitting upright, with her chin resting on her hands, her eyes shining brightly without blinking.

Life and death are the beginning and end of life, and the so-called life is just a journey, a dream. Travelers will start at a certain moment and stop at a certain place, and start again after repairing; All the scenes are grotesque, and there will be countless dreams in one night, walk out of one dream, and rush to the next one.

In the dark, Sera smiled with crooked eyes, her young and childish face was calm and fearless, without any fear.

The lamp of the world is born towards death.

With the preferential treatment of fate, she has nothing to worry about.

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In the first life, what kind of pain and sorrow was it?

Sera laughed, her eyes filled with fine and beautiful rays of light, soft but not sharp, without resentment, unwillingness, or even a little bit of gloom, "It's me,"

"From the moment I was born, from the moment I had the consciousness of thinking, I..."

Almost instinctively yearn for death, but in the short life, in the whole process of drowning and being hanged, there is no help to give a little tenderness and kindness, they are all pushers, unconscious blood-stained executioners, together with that one So is the world.

No one is at fault.

"no one loves Me."

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Even if you can't understand it, you will never be able to read it, but those eyes can still see the filth in the soul, other people's, your own, the hypocrisy, the irony.

Unable to comprehend the existence of others including oneself, all meanings are dissected to the essence, crazy negativity comes together, rises and falls like a tide, and the soul mourns in the torment day and night, without even a single cent Seconds can be relieved to rest in peace.

That inescapable sense of suffocation, the whole world is sending her a message back:

Sorry, you can't live.

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The child who knew from a young age that no one loved her cried, a storm was blowing up in her soul, and the rain fell in unrelenting torrential rain, and the rising rain flooded plateau after plateau, and she was doomed to be alone , being held up by countless palms, what is the importance of everything in the outside world, she just...

You have to be strong and survive.

Never kill yourself.

Even if we live to wait for the moment of death.

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But no matter how you persist, there will always be a time when madness and boredom will completely sweep over.

Drowned in the depths of despair.

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Butterflies fall from high-rise buildings, spider webs are dropped by raindrops, and mayflies welcome the morning. The seemingly inadvertent, as if fate has been broken, the thrilling feeling under the calm appearance.

It's moving, it's breath-taking.

She closed her eyes as if falling asleep, embracing the dust in the wind, those whispers and chattering noises all went away, returning to peace and serenity, and she didn't think about anything during the slowly elongated time.

Just keep falling.

The wind and snow stopped.

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girl dragging skirt

All the way to the rose

wind and snow behind

she steps into the castle

Since then the rose snoozes

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It comes during the life and death of a person in the world, gathers the soul that is on the verge of being broken and incomplete, and carefully stores it in its own space like a treasure. Not daring to speak out, waiting for the moment when the soul will wake up.

It took her to float in the universe. The system that was put into it was already homeless. The mastermind would never send out contact before the game ended and the settlement was successful. In countless time, wandering countless light years, the universe was still shining brightly Dim, and it faintly gave birth to a sense of self.

When the soul that cherishes it very much and regards it as a treasure wakes up again, it asks in a daze: "Do you have any wishes?"

At the end of the game, I will spare no effort to fulfill your... wish.

Even if the dead are resurrected, time goes back to the past, all existence dies or is destroyed, even if it is the most incredible thing in the world, the wishing opportunities given by the system that belong to "miracles" can all be fulfilled.

The scarred and radiant soul condensed into form, she slowly lowered her eyes and laughed, "I have no wish,"

But the one in front of her seemed to be about to cry, the little ball of light flickered and flickered inexplicably, so she closed her eyes and said softly and slowly again:

"Then I make a wish, I want the world to be without me."

Completely erase all her existence, skin, skin, flesh, will and soul are all annihilated, without leaving a trace, no one will remember, no one will miss and mourn, and there will be no second consciousness like her in the world. An endless sleep.

Let her be quiet and really get a good night's sleep.

There is no anxiety, no boredom and irritability, no madness and despair, let her let go of everything in her body, and never complain.

Only this one wish.

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It was so aggrieved that it was almost in tears, and it flew over and squeezed into her arms.

Don't do this, don't do this.

She looked at it indulgently, let the small white glowing light be willful, it proposed: "But I want to give you the best,"

"Can you, let me bring them all to you?"

"Then you make a decision and say what you want."

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She has never seen the light all her life and has no expectations. After sleeping for a long time, there is still a lot of weariness hidden between her brows, but she still smiles gently and nods gently: "Okay."

So it decided to bind its first, and actually the last player.

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It has been born with consciousness for too long, but at this moment, it suddenly feels that it has 'grown up' and has real thinking consciousness.

To be a qualified system.

[...Ding, the player 'Sierra' is selected, the system binding is successful]

[The "Light of the World" game is loading, please wait a moment...]

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Erase the player's memory, retain the player's subconscious and personality traits, and limit the initial age of the game.

The essence of erasing memory is temporary separation, and as for returning, that is when the game is about to end.

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It has an extremely strong "wish" and refuses to interfere with the player's game progress. It only occasionally comes out to say a few words. It opens auxiliary functions for its players, gives her countless candies, gives her a guide to go home, and gives her She is a tender dream.

Be sweet, not bitter;

Come home, don't be alone;

Get a good night's sleep and don't be woken up by nightmares.

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It accompanies her through the ages, witnessing the players with incomplete consciousness awakened by her papa, watching her go from being ignorant to being able to bend her eyes and smile, and go through countless sad, bitter, and sad days , under the guardianship and care of the man who loves her, grew into a small seedling with difficulty;

From the accidental death of the player to the arrival of the third world copy, she was forced to leave her dearest papa. However, in the winter night alley, there will still be a knight guarding the darkness reaching out to save a sick and sad little girl. The fate is not only here, but also inseparable in the next few years;

In the last dungeon world, its players are bathed in the light of the world, and finally got their own heroes.

All debts, all regrets, all fulfillment.

All the resentment, hatred, pain and despair are gently soothed, and there is no longer any anxiety or fear.

They are gone at last.

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When she smiled, her emerald eyes shone with light, and the world's clarity filled them, she was the best appearance.

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【I have no wish】

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It knew, it had already had such a premonition, but it had its own wish.

It wants its players to achieve the final achievement of [Light of the World], to get the chance to make a wish that belongs to the 'miracle', to give her the best, to—

send her home.

She is its light in the world and the direction of its heart.

The weak consciousness born of her was stubborn and rigid. At the moment when it was finally obliterated by the system rules, it confirmed that the judgment had been tampered with, and then it was powerlessly submerged in the torrent of data.

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The last LEGO world is where the power of "miracle" belongs, and the miracle came here, so they finally met again.

On the first day, little Fulaer was 13 years old, and he had just left the first world dungeon, so he grew up by one year every day after that, and the time limit for their reunion was only eleven days.

It's still one year behind on No.11, so let's return it to little Fular.

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Arthur Fleck covered his face with his hands as if smiling, and his body trembled. There was something left by the system in his hand. It was a small device, but it required extremely huge energy. He was in Fulla I got it after I left, and Gotham's source of evil has been doing it in secret for years.

He has truly become the controller of this sinful city, and his methods are more covert, crazy and terrifying than before. No one knows all of this. This is a revenge and salvation that will last for several years and will never stop.

That device has no side effects, it is placed underground in Gotham, it will only absorb the 'evil' spilled from this land to maintain the future existence of his Fular.

Arthur has already known from the system that even if he has the opportunity and possibility to bring Flar back after the game is over, there are still certain variables, and the soul redeemed by violating the rules in this way will also have defects, and he will pay a lot. Estimated cost.

But Arthur felt that this was enough.

He just takes her home.

His little Fulaer wanted to go home.

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This time, Arthur watched his Fulaer slowly fall asleep, the young face was peaceful and serene, and there was still a residual smile in the corners of his brows and eyes. Before the soul began to dissipate, he bent down and stroked her cheek with his palm , without looking back, whispered: "Carl."

This will also be a spell. Superman, dragging a white cloak and wearing a black uniform, took a step forward. His gentle and moist eyes still fell on Sera, and he took a deep look, as if he wanted to engrave into the mind.This side is the real last side.

He didn't care about the suspicious eyes of several people behind him, even if there were three Batman eyes behind his back, Superman flew out directly, so fast that even Clark, who was a Kryptonian, couldn't stop him in time.

The power of the superman in the white cloak far exceeds that of the superman in the main world. He has experienced more battles and tempers, and he has emerged from the flames of war to become a righteous lord who suppresses the entire earth by himself. No struggle is allowed under his jurisdiction When a conflict occurs, once it is violated, the god of the world will come down in person to stop them.

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This is Superman, the most powerful man in the world, protecting his lover for the last time.

Pushing the Earth out of orbit with all his strength, Superman's arms and forehead showed blue veins, muscles all over his body swelled, and the corners of his eyes were almost cracked, but his expression was determined, without any hesitation or negligence, and he pushed the Earth forward in the universe. Avoid most dangers.

The earth deviates from its orbit and its phase shifts, retaining the soul of his lover who is about to dissipate, and Arthur, who is protecting her, collects the incomplete soul fragments.

At the moment when the power of the "miracle" completely dissipates, everything will return to the original track, the earth in this world will be fine, and they will return to their own universe, and they will succeed, even Batmans cannot stop them .

Batmen won't stop either.

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The Lego bat stared blankly, he knew that Xiao Hua's dearest papa would try to keep him, he couldn't help it, but couldn't he hope that others would have a way?

Watching the other two Batmen with vigilant eyes, Bruce wanted to step forward, but was immediately grabbed by the Lego bat. He squinted at his peer, holding a bat dart in his hand under the loose robe, ready to move, Threats like throat cancer in a low voice said: "In order to avoid conflicts, back off, don't let me shoot."

Then he looked at the faded gray bat with a ferocious and unceremonious expression: "You too."

Robin next to him has already put on his uniform, and the old LEGO butler also raised the silver plate in his hand. In fact, he still has a gun attached to his lower back, and he will pull it out whenever the situation is wrong.

Damian and Clark, with aggrieved and innocent expressions: ...but it's so funny to watch them.

Damian, who had a nasty look on his face but had been separated from his three-headed body over time, pushed away his father who was standing in front of him. He stood beside Sierra's bed, facing Batman, and the eyes of a young man with a face similar to his rarely showed gloom. , playing with a bat dart in his hand, suddenly throwing it up and down, "Father, don't say that you have no criminal record in such a thing, and you are staying here now, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Bruce and Gray Bat were silent, and did not do anything, but asked Arthur: "How sure are you? Are you sure it will succeed?"

Arthur restrained his smile, his face was gloomy and indifferent, only his tone was gentle, "You have to try, this is the last chance,"

"There's nothing worse after all."

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When the power of the 'miracle' was withdrawn, Arthur had already held some soul fragments.

Amidst all the eccentricities in front of him, he embraced his beloved little Fulaer—he put them all in his breast pocket, and began to think about the price he would pay.

He seemed to be falling continuously, a huge sense of dizziness hit him, a force flooded into his mind, and he took something away.

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Arthur seemed to wake up from a dream, but he couldn't remember anything. It wasn't the dream that repeated every day that made him burst into tears.

He put on the hospital gown that had been washed until it turned white, washed up as usual and went out for a walk. After walking around a corner, he stopped for some reason and looked back.

For a moment, Arthur seemed to go back to many years ago. He saw his little Fulaer, looking at him with those clear and beautiful eyes, and she was hiding behind the corner, following his steps reluctantly, for a moment. I don't want to be separated from him either.

That was the little Fular who looked like the second year they met.

The author has something to say:

Alright, we're really done, thank you dear ones for not giving up and staying with me until now.

In the early stage, there was a period of googling, and the kiss did not complain, really, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I really, really love Little Flarer very much. This ending was also decided after careful consideration. I think it is considered complete. Maybe the only abuse point at the end is: Arthur Papa forgot his Fulaer has grown up and will still fall into misery, but he will always love his little Fulaer.

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In the end, I still want the comments from my dear friends. This is the second article. The first one, Xiao Jiya, belongs to [Writing with a Hot Brain and Passion], but my little Fulaer does not!

I really thought a lot about Little Flarer's article, although I set the be ending and the main theme of "gentle and sad" from the beginning, what I want to express is "irretrievable and powerless to save".

But at the end of writing, until now, I still feel that little Fulaer really healed me too much.

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