[Comprehensive] living to death

Mingyue put a second piece of candy into the cup.The snow-white cube sugar floats in the red tea soup, which is quickly dissolved by stirring with a slender silver spoon.She picked up the spoon and put it on the saucer aside, picked up the cup and took a sip.It is too sweet.She put it down after taking a sip, and looked ahead boredly.

There are two clowns there.exactly the same.One with his back to her waving his hands, like a live conductor of a large symphony; the other facing her, reciting poems intoxicated to the standing microphone in front of him.

"How fresh and beautiful the rising sun is,

Shoots its greeting as if it exploded!

Happy is he who praises it with love.

For its sinking—brighter than dreams! "

The sweet aroma of black tea was still spreading on the tip of her tongue, she frowned, thinking seriously whether it would be impolite to spit it out on the spot.After thinking about it again, she decided to forget it, after all, it's not polite to black tea to spit it out.

The sound of the symphony really echoed in the grand and empty temples of ancient Greece.It was one of the few classical music that Mingyue could remember, and she could even hum along with it when she closed her eyes——

The goddess of joy is holy, beautiful, and shining brightly on the earth...

"Ode to Joy".Fourth Movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.

The songs learned in music class in elementary school are as unforgettable as the handkerchiefs washed in kindergarten.

The clown is still reciting:

"I remember!

……

I have seen flowers, furrows, springs

They are all obsessed under its eyes, like their hearts are beating! "

Mingyue supported her chin with another hand, and yawned boredly.The lingering music in the hall is magnificent and passionate, just like the burning and rotating stars in the universe seen through countless white columns.But she's still bored.

This empty grandeur is nothing but grandeur.

Just as she was thinking so, the self-absorbed George Orwell suddenly called out her name: "Moon!"

The next moment, Mingyue met a pair of cold blue-green eyes.Those eyes were right in front of her, flashing a malicious mockery.She looked at him fixedly, calmly pushed away the big face in front of her with her hands, and even wiped the biscuit crumbs on her fingertips with his purple suit. "Stay away from me," she said.

"Mingyue." The clown repeated her name, and then laughed.Accompanied by more and more high-spirited and joyful background music, after he laughed out loud, he continued his poem reciting in cadence:

"Run to the sky, it's getting late!

Run!

at least catch a strand

Slanting brilliance! "

Hula-boom!

The illusory lights and shadows constitute countless illusory fireworks, which explode joyfully in mid-air.

Bang bang bang!

The temple, which was empty except for her and George Orwell, burst into a chorus.There are men and women, countless human voices overlap, and overlap with the symphony——

"Freude, schner Gtterfunken,

Tochteraus E□□ium,

......"

——Goddess of Joy is holy, beautiful, and shining brightly on the earth...

"Wereinholdes Weiberrungen,

Mischeseinen Jubelein!"

——Whoever can get happiness and love will have a happy reunion with everyone...

The fireworks continued to explode.There is even snow—illusory snow condensed by light and shadow, constantly falling from the sky.In a white that symbolizes purity, the singing of the chorus is also so sacred and joyful.

Mingyue looked up at this scene.False fireworks, false snow.She thought, had she ever seen fireworks with someone, or snow...?That person doesn't know where he is now, or how he's doing.

"Mingyue! Now, how do you feel?"

George Orwell jumped in front of her, laughing and flailing his arms exaggeratedly.

"How does it feel to be sacrificed by your loved ones? How does it feel to sacrifice yourself to destroy the world?"

"Or should I ask, how does it feel to be involuntary? Hahahaha..."

She didn't answer.Even she didn't go to see the clown.The fireworks are beautiful, and the snow is also beautiful; even though everything is illusory at the moment, the beauty is real.There is also the music resounding through the temple at this moment, which is really nice.

- Brüder!berm Sternenzelt, Musseinlieber Vaterwohnen...

—In that sky, the merciful God watches over us...

"Think about it, how wonderful! Those people who love you, those people you love; the world they live in will eventually perish because of you in a few years!"

"Ode to Joy" is still being praised.

- Suchihmübermsternenzelt!berSternenmusserwohnen.

—Ah, look for him across the stars, where God is above.

"Man cannot resist fate. Isn't that so, Mingyue?"

The clown laughed, leaned forward and backward, behaved wildly, with a vicious and indifferent expression. "Ah, what a big show!" He was so happy and self-indulgent, dancing a pas de deux in the lively hall, "I couldn't resist but I still tried to resist, and the final outcome was as written by fate in advance. All lead to destruction—to destroy oneself, and to destroy others! That is the beauty of classical tragedy!"

"—Are you right, my lovely Miss Mingyue? My lovely..."

"...God Lord He Mao?"

In an instant, all light and shadow disappeared.The symphony and chorus, including the phantom of the clown himself, all died down.The temple was silent again, only a crazy clown in a purple suit looked at her, pointing at the tip of her nose with a pale finger.

Mingyue clapped his hands away.

"God Lord Kamo? I don't know what you're talking about." She stood up, calm like a frozen river in winter, "When your concert is over, I'll go back and rest. I hope your ratings will increase. .”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards her room, leaving behind a psycho who didn't know what she was laughing at.

"But, Orwell. Do you really think that fate is irresistible?"

"Oh?"

Mingyue didn't look back.She is always moving forward and never looking back. "So, do you want to come and try to bet?"

The clown stopped his laughing.The exaggeratedly raised lips fell down, as did the expanded facial muscles.He stared at Mingyue's back, and smiled again after a while.

A cold and meaningful smile.

"Okay." He said.

Book Three: On the Windy Shore, at the End of the Moon