First Player Chapter 268

Chapter 268 Chapter 265 · TE · Years are Long (Part 2)

Dongxue once had a dream.

She saw that people looked at her with a smile, as if they were treating animals one layer below them, as if they were treating the dust under their feet.

Her secret emotions were revealed bloody, with a pain like tearing flesh and bones.

She became a sheep in the rain.

She has always been naive, with the sin of "not growing up" and the sin of being reprimanded by her parents.

But someone will stay in place forever, waiting for her, like a blue whale sinking to the bottom with her.

is like a sheep that accompanies her in the rain.

As long as she hugs each other, she is like hugging the whole world, and her arms seem to be able to carry all the suffering.

She used to be like a dead skin, like a wandering ghost, indulging in repeated dreams again and again, repeating the most painful time, unable to get out.

...In such an unacceptable world, she has experienced an extremely long growth.

"People die after giving life to others, and no one can make a choice about it." The old lady whispered: "What can affect us is more of us - we will live this life without regrets."

The flames filled the air, Dongxue looked up and saw his face jumping from the flames on the glass wall.

In this repressed "paradise", life is squeezed and broken by the narrow space.

...The illusory world that shouldn't exist, bound the students and teachers, and locked herself.

But now, across the barriers of years, she saw the [future] she had never touched.

Her palm, separated by a layer of glass of years, was close to the palm of the old lady.

"You were obviously talented and capable, but you chose to paint the dungeon as a prison when you were at your best." She said softly, "Why do you need to find me?"

"But in such a world, you shouldn't be young forever." The old lady responded softly.

The emotions between her words are extraordinarily peaceful, and listening to it makes people calm.

Dongxue clings to the glass wall, as if trying to smash into each other's arms.

The old lady spread her hands.

She clings to her like Yang Xia once hugged her.

Dongxue's chest suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

The belt on her body was shaking with her, the bright red dance skirt was clinging to her body in the flames, the lace on her skirt danced in the fire, and the long tail behind her was like a slanting fire.

In the burning heaven, the tears are lost in the raging fire.

"Can I still grow up? Yangxia."

She asked softly: "...I, can I still love you?"

The old lady nodded firmly, then shook her head again.

"Love and death, this is the greatest topic in life - but why should we die because of love?" She said softly:

"Dongxue ah... [Love] is not an absolute sign of maturity, but a person, to become a person."

In a bright flame, her eyes looked clear, under the thick wrinkles, like a pair of lakes locked with deep years.

"Winter snow, romance, innocence, illusory emotions... These are all things I can't give up - these are you."

"The brilliance of the nib, the inspiration that jumps on the paper, the desire to express from the throat... We would never have become silent islands."

"In your eyes."

"There can be unfair facts, there can be food and vegetables."

"...you don't have to be the gear of the standard."

"To be alive can make the river flow, to stand up can you see the sky."

"Red umbrellas in the rain, classrooms in summer, crowded streets."

"Falling waterfalls, the Gobi flowing under the sun, the shattered saline-alkali plains, and the hot rivers and mountains in all seasons."

"... Sooner or later we will see the scenery and become the 'people' in it."

"And then, sit down, stand up, stop in place or go against the flow of people...whatever. You should be free to choose your own way of traveling."

"Considering persecution as the injustice of the world, and turning speech into a cry of reorganization, you deserve to be transformed from a microcosm to an upright individual."

“[We will take the initiative to approach those situations in which we have avoided fear, otherwise we will never be able to see everything with tolerance.]”

"You should never be the victim, nor the perpetrator."

"The goodwill flowing in the veins has never been blocked."

"The new will be created, the old will continue, the rigid will be hot, and our mentality will always be young."

"The life that stops, it can be reborn."

"It has been like this for thousands of years."

"Across the long years."

"Through summer and winter."

"...because we are 'people'."

"And we shall go to the end with freedom and dignity."

"Winter Snow."

"I love you."

Dongxue closed his eyes.

The dancing blood-colored dress flew behind him, and the burning flame was red and bright.

Her fluttering black hair was dyed crimson by the glow-like flames, and even her face bathed in light was like soft white sand.

The fiery air poured into her chest, she moved her lips slightly, and a tear fell in the corner of her eyes.

"Thank you for your love."

she said softly.

"listen…"

The old lady closed her eyes.

She smiled and looked serene.

"Winter Snow, you hear..."

Winter Snow turned his head sideways.

She heard cracking sounds.

saw the crumbling nightmare.

is collapsing and disappearing, it is this nightmare that has made her miserable and crazy, and has been following the rules.

…is this heaven that is infinitely blended with hell.

She saw bright flames dancing on the glass wall, like a glow dyed red.

She saw absurdity.

The trivialities derived from were broken inch by inch in her eyes. Across the bright fire, she saw a line of small words on the glass wall, reflecting in the flames the fine light of the sunset and the sea.

【Winter snow. 】

【be yourself. 】

【Don't be afraid. 】

She hooked her fingers suddenly, as if she wanted to pierce the glass in front of her.

"—Can I still meet you in the future?" she asked, choking, and then her voice gradually turned into a roar: "Yangxia—can I meet someone as good as you again?"

The old lady smiled.

The light of the fire flickered in her eyes, and there was peace in her eyes.

She withdrew her hand and turned around.

"...you'll be as good as I am."

she says.

The black gradually fades.

The stakes fell and the stairs fell.

The girl with fluttering black hair stood in the midst of the poured fire, looking at the dazzling sky in the distance.

A ray of sunlight slowly fell into her eyes, she stared at the empty fire in front of her, opened her sour eyes, and suddenly burst into tears.

is like a brisk dance in the desert, like a stream running across the rocks.

She is free from the old bondage, no longer trapped in the barrier of reincarnation, and will be spiritually independent forever.

She becomes the living water that flows vividly and will welcome the freedom called "choice".

Su Ming'an's consciousness began to fall.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself standing on the top of the roof, with the throbbing flames below.

He opened the system interface and saw his original appearance.

Yangxia's business has been completed, and he has become himself.

Dongxue stood by his side, tears on her face.

A mottled halo shone on her face, and his true appearance was reflected in those crescent-like eyes.

"Su Ming'an." She called out his name: "Where are you going?"

"What about you?" Su Mingan said.

“…I still don't want to grow up,” she said.

"Um."

"The illusion that I built has disappeared, and I don't know where I will go," she said.

Su Mingan looked sideways and listened.

"...But I will definitely have a future." She raised her eyes and looked at him.

In the once dark night, her stagnant gaze, like a flash of lightning, shook him.

But now, in the blazing fire, he saw the light in her eyes.

She will walk out of this utter silence.

Walking towards the unknown road ahead, with a tender heart in his arms, praying to live forever young.

She usually looked up to the nightmarish white sand heaven at her feet, and the roof of unknown material at the top shone like glass, reflecting the color of sunlight.

Across the blazing flames, she could see a stream full of living water flowing through the forest.

is like the meandering river of time.

The sun is no longer flowing, and the shadows of the trees are stagnant without wind.

In a splendid light and shadow, she saw many figures, gradually rising out of the collapsed building.

Young, young, old.

Tall, thin, stocky.

They closed their eyes, and the scars on their bodies were gradually fading.

She saw flax.

The woman holding the bottle is waving at her.

She also saw Xia Luoyang.

Xia Luoyang was still wearing a huge white coat. A smile appeared on his face as he watched her.

【Winter snow. ] Xia Luoyang said softly: [Congratulations - you saved your former self].

She even saw those white weirdos.

The bandages on their bodies were burned and dropped, revealing dark shadows one by one.

She heard a lot of whispers in her ears, and the voices were different, all from different people.

【Dear, every time Dad sees this, he will think of you, as if he can hear your voice... Dad really misses you... Come back early, okay? 】

【In the past few years, we have been very happy with you, you are a good boy... Come back. 】

【I really hope my husband is still alive, so I can marry him again... 】

【I got out of the haze of the past and became a gardener to save those who are like me. 】

【I lost my baby, but when I came back and smashed a place like this, they sent a model bear that weighed the same as my baby...I'm still holding him. 】

She heard Yang Xia's gentle and old voice—

【—Honey, don't be afraid. 】

【I love you. 】

"[We are never the shadow of who we are, and I always have the power to choose]."

Amidst the rising fire, she said softly, "Thank you, thank you again and again for saving people like me."

"People like you are very good." Su Mingan said.

Winter Snow smiled.

The firelight traced her face, and the sun was mottled on the dance dress, refracting brightly into her eyes.

She stood on the roof and looked at him.

"...I left traces."

she said softly.

"Well." Su Ming'an said.

“…I saw her live her life well,” she said.

"Um."

“…even if I am her creation, even if I am not supposed to exist.” She said:

"But... even if someone said she was sick or said something more extreme, she was silently loving me."

"Other people's opinions have nothing to do with her. Even if she is sent here, I will accompany her, and she will accompany me."

"I slowly began to understand that I, who always lived under her protection, would not be able to point at her with a smile and tell the people around me after a long, long time."

"【look.】"

"【She is my favorite person.】"

Su Mingan had a little hunch in his heart.

She turned her head sideways.

In those crescent-like eyes, there was a shredded light.

"I will never meet someone as nice as her." She said:

"There will not be in the future, nor will there be in the future."

"This is a love that cannot be tolerated by the world, and she loves me like she loves the world, permeating all of me."

"I became the scar in her flesh."

"I thought that maybe one day, she would no longer need me, and I could only watch this love disappear in gossip, and then never see the light."

"I can only watch her fall in love with someone else and slip away from me, separated by a family distance."

"…I can only see her in someone else's frame."

"I will disappear from now on and spend the rest of my life alone."

"Because this is a feeling that cannot be tolerated."

"But I can't fall in love with people in reality anymore, and I can't have an extra space to love others."

"Same sex...different dimensions...virtual love..."

"Disconnect from reality, susten emotions, and become pure ideals."

"Nothing in reality can replace it."

"Because loving someone is never a random shout of liking, it can be pleasure, joy, romance, happiness..."

She looked over.

He saw the galaxy flowing in her eyes when her eyelids opened and closed.

He blinked.

She saw her who started to fall forward.

She jumped.

"Call—"

The firelight fluttered, and the red dress flew.

The warm wind blew through her hair, and the face was a beautiful scorching heat.

As if to get rid of all the restraints on her body, she felt an unprecedented pleasure. The dance dress behind her dragged like a flame, and she was like a star falling from the sky.

As if holding something illusory, she hugged herself and fell into the gorgeous fire.

"[...I left traces.]"

she said softly.

Here is her dream.

The illusory dream that should not exist, repeated reincarnation. And when the dreamer dies. The dream will completely collapse.

The falling winter snow melted into a fiery red and disappeared inch by inch.

Su Mingan saw the wild fire in front of him.

He saw the red light and dark corners in his field of vision, dissipating like ice and snow in an instant.

…and a completely bright world gradually emerged.

As if there was a fine sheen shining in front of his eyes, he stood in the fire and saw the city lit up at the far end.

He didn't know where Dongxue went, or if she could return to her real world after the dream collapsed, continue to be a little girl who didn't grow up, or just disappear and merge into the old Yang Xia.

But he saw the look in her eyes.

Her eyes before falling were bright and dazzling, he had seen many such eyes.

seems to carry all the beauty in the world, like all things recovering and prospering.

The hope in her eyes was frozen like ice grains, and when she looked at him, it was like a distant traveler looking across the ship, slowly passing through the boundless flames.

like seeing the whole world.

The sky is bright.

Her years may still be long.

"Ding dong!"

【Congratulations on the perfect clearance! 】

【Achieve the perfect clearance route·Hidden line·(TE) years are long】

【Line evaluation: SSS (perfect)! 】

【(TE·Long time):

"Victims of the times, increasingly shadowy figures, and mediocre skins that cannot be resisted."

"The sheep fell to the ground in the rain, and people were pushed forward."

"But remember,"

"The tower has never collapsed, you are still dazzling, you are still unique."

"Your spirit is full and rich, your soul is independent and autonomous, and you are full of desire and passion for this journey."

"Meaning flashes in ideals, ideals set sail in journeys."

"This piece of malice you were born with, there are still people who love you."

"The world that loves you so much, I ran towards you barefoot."

"I listen, the whispers of your soul."

"—Please go to the end with freedom and dignity."

"Honey,"

"I love you."】

(end of this chapter)

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