First Player Chapter 693

Chapter 693 Chapter 690 · "With you, pull the hook."

Thousands of colorful lanterns fill the sky.

Lamps hang outside every door, as if opening a way home for the soldiers on the front line.

In the era when the world was controlled by gods, the air pollution was serious, and people often couldn't see the starry sky. After the official launch of the Battle of Dawn in the 32nd year of the cataclysm, hundreds of millions of soldiers and civilians died.

In order to comfort the living, people learned the practice of fireworks and floating lights. And tell the children that the dead just went to the sky and became the stars watching over everyone in the night sky.

"...So, in order to express their thoughts, on the day of Fuyuan Festival, people will make floating lanterns with their own hands, write the words they want to place on them, put them in the sky, and send them to their relatives who have become stars."

Yueyue sat beside the bed and told Su Mingan about this custom. Those who were guarding the bedside had been driven away by Su Ming'an, on the grounds that the war was not over and there was still a lot of work to be done.

In the pure white ward, only her voice flows, and occasionally the fragrance of rice and the sweetness of desserts can waft from the window.

"Even though I have also experienced sixteen years in Kaiusta, I don't know this custom."

Su Ming'an's eyes were fixed on the window. The floating lamps were rising into the sky one by one. Under the hundreds of lamp sheds, people held up the orange-red lamps in their hands, as if they could talk to their relatives who were separated by yin and yang.

"What you see is different from ordinary people, in terms of strategy and vision." Yueyue said, "I don't think anyone will come to tell you this when you are dealing with war. Just like you know Minghui A whole world secret, mastering the talent awakening array that can change the entire continent, but I don't know what the specialty of Minghui Karcha area is, and I don't know how many processes a cup of Xizhou black tea needs to go through - because, for you There's no need for words."

"..." Su Ming'an said, "I'm not a tourist player after all."

He heard that many players call themselves "landscapes". They danced under the radiant and bright sky, accompanied by the forest spirits who were in their early stages, paddled their kayaks and boats on the seas of Praia, and enjoyed the unique flavors of lime wine and barbecued meats. These people never get close to missions and key NPCs, never bother to understand the core plot of the world, and they are as free as a vacation.

There are also many such "landscapes" on the World Forum. Every time they "play" in the dungeon, they will write down their experience like a tour guide, and paste various screen recordings and screenshots. It has attracted a large number of historians, geographers, and writers to study, and the blossoming of human cultural undertakings also stems from the fusion of cultures between different worlds.

Su Ming'an once clicked on the "Landscape and Culture" section, and saw a lot of rigorous essays. He felt their seriousness from the words of these players, and every time the world dungeon was opened was equivalent to a door to an unknown landscape.

If you don't want to interfere in the plot, and don't want to discover the core secrets of the world, this kind of gameplay is very easy.

"Then, today, the first day of the Fortune Festival, the first day of the new year, would you like to play like a tourist?" Yueyue said.

As she said this, her hands tied her tousled black hair that fell to her shoulders, and a red string slid down her wrist and wrapped around her high ponytail. With her ponytail hanging on her back, she looked valiant, with a little softness between her brows, exactly like the one Su Mingan remembered when she was in a high school classroom.

"Let's go then." Su Mingan nodded.

They made an appointment to celebrate the New Year together last year.

She stretched out her hand and pushed open the window. He pulled out the instruments and various needles on his body, and jumped out of the window despite the nurse's dissuasion.

When landed, his body twitched, she reached out and pulled him, handing him a mask.

The lantern shadows climbed to the sky, and the beautiful fireworks exploded in the night with the cheers that suddenly surged from the crowd. The stars were surrounded, and the fire was bright. She led him to the streets and alleys like a circulating cloud, just like New Year's Day. Nuo Er, Lu Shu and Lin Yin who led him through the crowd.

All the wind seemed soft at this time, and his eyes even returned to normal colors. Her red rope was raised high, and the silver bell rang "ding bell bell", and there seemed to be a fragrance like red wine on her body, which slowly dissipated into the air with her pace.

The barrage is also congratulating the New Year:

【Happy New Year! Su Mingan! 】

【Hopefully we can celebrate the New Year with you next year! 】

[There are so many people on the streets of the Lord God World, when I saw it, everyone was watching the live broadcast, and hundreds of millions of people watched Su Mingan's New Year off the screen. 】

【The nuclear explosion was not stopped...Will there be a problem in the City of God? Doesn't this mean that Su Mingan gave up all his previous plans in the City of God? 】

【It doesn't matter, the first player must have his thoughts, we just need to watch his victory~]

"Give you."

Yueyue stretched out her hand and stuffed a hot paper bag into him. The food in the paper bag is similar to egg waffles, the skin is soft and mellow, and the inside is covered with cream.

Su Mingan took the paper bag, and words such as Dawn System, Xike, Tawei and so on subconsciously flashed in his mind, and even children who were playing on the street would think of some key NPCs. He is so used to thinking so intensely that the time to relax now doesn't fit into the New Year.

He took a bite of this yellowed flour food. It tasted like egg waffles, soft and glutinous, with a creamy softness and sweetness. He had not eaten this kind of food for a long time. things in place of his recipes.

"Is it delicious?" she asked.

"Um..." Su Ming'an's thoughts have turned to the battlefield.

And Yueyue didn't force his attention back, she just allowed him to think far away, walked through the streets and alleys with the wandering man, and bought him all kinds of... gadgets that he would never cast his eyes on before.

The glutinous rice dumplings, egg waffles, etc. are not enough to eat. She actually buys toy swords without a blade, water guns without live ammunition, flowers that look like they are about to wither, and some inappropriate clothes.

"In this ruined world, there are many such unknown small cities. They are scattered in the world like stars, and they may be destroyed by unexpected artillery fire at any time... And in this small town we have seen, there are countless such small towns. The traders who are struggling between the food and clothing line. I come from the city of measurement in the 102th year of the cataclysm. I have never experienced war. I think I can help them, even if it is just a little money." Yueyue said.

After twenty-three years of life, she seems to have become a part of the city of measurement. She really regarded these NPCs as living people, not targets of strategy in Su Ming'an's eyes. Every world she lived like a real life.

They were walking on the street, their faces covered with heavy oil masks, and no one knew that he was the Lord of Aktor, who was leading the Battle of Dawn. People chatted, laughed, looked away, prayed for the safe return of their relatives and friends on the front line, children stepped on thick snow with thorny fireworks, and hundreds of floating lights slowly rose into the sky.

She turned back in the snow.

"Ding bell - ding bell -" The silver bell around her waist tinkled, and the black hair that was **** was held by the evening wind, shattering the light flowing from her shoulders. There were flickering spots in her eyes, as if fireflies were dancing in her dark eyes.

"-happy?"

"Yes." Su Mingan replied.

"—I can't go back to the world of the Lord God, and I didn't accompany you on New Year's Day, but I heard that Lu Shu and the others are with you, and it will only get better in the future." She said with a smile.

Her voice is like a distant piano sound through the light and shadow and the overlapping wind and snow.

For a while, the orange-red floating lamp in her hand seemed to illuminate the long shadow dragging behind him, burning the wet and ugly corpse within. She was countless times better alive than a dead body.

"Okay." Su Ming'an said.

"Are you really happy?" Yueyue said.

"happy."

"Then we have to celebrate New Years later."

"it is good."

"Pull the hook." Yueyue stretched out her unburned, clean hand.

Su Mingan is connected to her pinky finger, touching the thin callus left by her sword practice, which is the sword sharpening stone that has always accompanied her soul.

"I'll take you home," he said.

On New Year's Day, he wanted to bring everyone home, and now she will not be missing.

She smiled and raised the lamp in her hand.

This floating lamp is linked by a shelf made of iron wire. The lamp face is covered with a layer of oilcloth paper to resist the wind and snow. The square candles are fixed on the shelf, and the whole is like a half-empty house.

"Ming An, you can write down who you want to bless." Yueyue said.

The floating lamp is a gift to the deceased. Su Mingan took the pen and wrote down a series of names without thinking too much.

【Xia Sheng】, 【Stacy】, 【Fei Si】, 【Yao Wen】, 【Carol】, 【Fei Yi】, 【Roxanne】…

"Hey—" Yueyue found something wrong: "You can only write ten at most, and it won't work if you have more."

There are dozens of names floating in Su Ming'an's mind. Hearing her say this, he can only put down the pen.

"Let's go." Yueyue raised her hands high.

A candle swayed leisurely in the hazy gauze, and quickly burned vigorously. She let go of her hand, and the lamp was like a flame fluttering in the air, as if it was drifting to a fantasy world that people couldn't touch.

A lamp flutters in the wind, high or low, like orange-red stars in the sky. This lamp of Su Ming'an gradually merged into hundreds of floating lamps, and became more and more finely integrated into the night sky, becoming a star in the sky.

—Where does the road go? Where does love go?

He raised his head and watched it drift away, the festive cold wind blowing against his face. He turned his head, Yueyue's eyes were like two other fireworks, and the hair that fluttered in the wind seemed to be dyed with a variety of brilliance.

As if she were carved from white porcelain, not only beautiful, but also very fragile.

"...Yueyue?" He called out and clenched her sleeves tightly. It was the real touch of the fabric. At one point he thought he was hallucinating.

The beauty is too rare, it makes people feel like a dream.

"I'm here, I didn't leave." Yueyue took his hand: "Go back."

She knew that what he wanted most was not bright fireworks and beautiful flowers, he needed rest. He seemed to her more like a sick patient under prolonged stress.

Although the patient did not know it himself, he believed that his mental state was normal.

Su Ming'an looked at the lamp until it could no longer be seen before turning around.

"Let's go."

She sent him back to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses who had formed a line at the door immediately gathered around.

"City Lord, your vital signs are not stable, please don't run around..."

"City Lord, you should bring some guards, what should you do if something goes wrong."

"City Lord..."

They surrounded him and returned to the ward. Yueyue covered him with a quilt. The pure white room was like a fallen paradise.

Finally, she placed a wreath-like leaf ring made of ginkgo leaves beside his bed. This ginkgo leaf ring is golden, like a circle of overlapping gold.

"I heard that you think something made of twelve flowers can restore Sanity. I made this for you, I hope you feel better." Yueyue said.

Su Mingan stared into her eyes, and said "um".

He didn't say much tonight, just "um" or "okay" was enough.

"So, good night?" Her hand covered his eyelids.

Sudden,

At this moment,

At the moment when his eyes were blocked by her hands and his vision fell into darkness, he suddenly sensed a tidal wave of intense fear and panic.

He heard the sound that was lingering in his ears, like a hallucination, densely packed, like a circle of flies.

【—You came back from the city of God, what about the nuclear explosion? What about the unchecked Lin Guang? 】

【—You are gone, who will save the domesticated Yamada? Who will save the red-eyed Nuoer on the first floor of the City of God? 】

【—The last thing you should do is to teleport directly to Yueyue…】

These voices are the source of his panic tonight - he can't enjoy the New Year's Eve she prepared for him at all, all the good things are like an illusion.

…Stop arguing.

...Don't ring in his ears.

He wanted to disperse them, but the more he listened, the more familiar these voices sounded...

These voices - this voice - this tone...

Yup.

—it was his own voice.

He abruptly removed her hand covering his eyes, only to find his lips moving slightly, repeating these words:

"You shouldn't have come back..." He muttered to himself, his black hair stuck to the side of his face wetly, his back already soaked in cold sweat.

And Yueyue just looked at him quietly, as if she was used to his hysteria.

(end of this chapter)

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