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Chapter 267 Chapter 265 The TE years are long (Part 2)

Chapter 267 Chapter 265·TE·The years are long (Part 2)

Dongxue once had a dream.

She saw people looking at her with a smile, like they were treating animals one level below them, like they were treating the dust under their feet.

Her secret emotions were bloodyly uncovered, causing pain like tearing apart skin, flesh, muscles and bones.

She became a sheep in the rain.

She has always been childish and has the sin of "not growing up" and the sin of being scolded by her parents.

But someone will always stay in place, waiting for her, like a blue whale accompanying her to the bottom.

Like a sheep accompanying her in the rain.

As long as she hugs the other person, she seems to be hugging the whole world, and her arms seem to be able to bear all the suffering.

She was once like a withered skin, like a wandering ghost, indulged in recurring dreams again and again, repeating the most painful times, unable to get out.

...In such a world that is not tolerated, she has experienced an extremely long growth.

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

As the flames filled the air, Dongxue raised her head and saw her face in the firelight dancing on the glass wall.

In this suppressed "paradise", life is squeezed and broken by a small space.

...The illusory world that should not exist has bound the students and teachers, and also locked herself.

But now, through the barrier of time, she saw a [future] that she had never been exposed to before.

Her palm, separated by a layer of glass, touched the old lady's outstretched palm.

"You were obviously talented and capable, but you chose to be a prisoner when you were at your most glorious." She said softly, "Why bother to find me."

"But in a world like this, you shouldn't stay young forever." The old lady responded softly.

Her words are very peaceful and calming to listen to.

Dongxue clung to the glass wall, as if she wanted to run into the other person's arms.

The old lady spread her hands.

She clung to her just as Yang Xia once held her.

A strong feeling of weightlessness suddenly rose in Dongxue's chest.

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 was dancing in the fire, and the long tail strap behind her was like fire flying at an angle.

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

"Can I still grow up? Yang Xia."

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

The old lady nodded firmly, then shook her head.

"Love and death are the greatest topics in life - but why do we die because of love?" she said softly:

"Dongxue... [Love] is not an absolute sign of maturity, but a human being. You have to become a human being."

In a bright flame, her eyes looked over clearly, and under the thick wrinkles, they looked like a pair of lakes locked in deep years.

"Winter snow, romance, innocence, illusory emotions...these are the things I can't let go of - these are you."

"Whether it is the brilliance of the pen tip, the inspiration that jumps on the paper, or the desire for expression that comes from the throat... we will not become isolated islands of silence."

"In your eyes."

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

"...You don't have to be a standard cog."

"Only when you are alive can the rivers flow, and when you stand up can you see the sky."

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

"Falling waterfalls, Gobi flowing under the sun, plains broken by salt and alkaline, rivers and mountains boiling hot all year round."

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

"And at that time, it doesn't matter whether you sit down, stand up, stop where you are, or go against the flow of people... it doesn't matter. You should be free to choose your own way of traveling."

"Consider persecution as the injustice of the world, and turn your speech into a cry for reorganization. You are worthy of transforming yourself from a microcosm into an upright individual."

“[We will take the initiative to approach those situations that we once avoided and feared, otherwise we will never be able to view everything with tolerance and tolerance.]”

"You are never meant to be a victim and you are never meant to be a perpetrator."

“The kindness that flows through our veins has never been stopped.”

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

"The life that stops can be reborn."

"This has been the case for thousands of years."

"Across the ages."

“Through the cold, summer, and winter.”

"...Because we are 'people'."

"And we will do it with freedom and dignity until the end."

…

"Winter snow."

"I love you."

…

Dongxue closed her eyes.

The dancing blood-colored dress flew behind her, and the burning flames were red and bright.

Her flowing black hair was dyed crimson by the rays of flames, and even her face bathed in light was like soft white sand.

Hot air poured into her chest, she moved her lips slightly, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"Thank you for your love."

she said softly.

"listen……"

The old lady closed her eyes.

She smiled and looked peaceful.

"Dongxue, did you hear..."

Dongxue turned her head sideways.

She heard a cracking sound.

I saw the crumbling nightmare.

What was collapsing and disappearing was this nightmare that had kept her in pain and madness, and kept her in compliance.

...It is this paradise that is infinitely blended with hell.

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

She saw absurdity.

The derived trivialities were shattered in her eyes. Through the bright fire, she saw a line of small words on the glass wall, reflecting in the flames the fine sparkling light of the setting sun on the sea.

【Winter snow. 】

【be yourself. 】

【Don't be afraid. 】

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

"——Can I meet you again in the future?" she asked with a choked voice, and then her voice gradually turned into a roar: "Yang Xia——Can I meet someone as good as you again?"

The old lady smiled.

The firelight danced in her eyes, and there was peace in them.

She withdrew her hand and turned around.

"...You will become as good a person as me."

she says.

The black gradually fades away.

Wooden piles collapsed and stairs caved in.

The girl with flying black hair stood in the pouring fire, looking at the dazzling skylight in the distance.

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

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

She has got rid of the old shackles, no longer trapped in the barriers of reincarnation, and will be permanently independent spiritually.

She becomes the living water flowing vividly, and will welcome the freedom called "choice".

Su Mingan's consciousness began to fall back.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself standing on the top of the roof, with firelight dancing below him.

He opened the system interface and saw his original appearance.

Yang Xia's work has been done, and he has become himself.

Dongxue stood beside him, tears on her face.

The mottled halo of light shone on her face, and his true appearance was reflected in those crescent-moon-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 I constructed disappears, and I don’t know where I will go,” she said.

Su Mingan listened intently.

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

In the dark night, her eyes, as silent as dead water, shook him like a bolt of lightning.

But now, in the blazing firelight, he saw the brilliance in her eyes.

She will come out of this total silence.

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

She usually looked up at the nightmare-like white sand paradise at her feet, and the roof of unknown material at the top shone like glass, reflecting the color of the sun.

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

Like the winding river of time.

The sunlight no longer flows, and the shadows of the trees remain stagnant without the wind.

In the brilliant light and shadow, she saw many figures rising gradually from the collapsed building.

Young, young, old.

Tall, skinny, squat.

They closed their eyes, and the scars on their bodies gradually faded away.

She saw flax.

The woman carrying the bottle was waving to her.

She also saw Xia Luoyang.

Xia Luoyang was still wearing a giant white coat. A smile appeared on his face as he laid eyes on her.

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

She even saw those white weirdos.

The bandages on their bodies were burned and fell off, revealing dark shadows.

She heard many small words ringing in her ears, with different voices and coming 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 soon, okay? 】

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

[I really hope my husband is still alive so that I can marry him again...]

[I walked out of the haze of the past and became a gardener to save people like me. 】

[I lost my baby, but when I came back and trashed places like this, they sent me a model bear that weighed the same as my baby... and I was still holding him. 】

…

She heard Yang Xia's gentle and old voice——

…

[——Dear, don’t be afraid. 】

【I love you. 】

…

"[We are never anyone's shadow, and I always have the power to choose]."

In the midst of the rising fire, she said softly: "Thank you, thank you for saving people like me again and again."

"A person like you is very good." Su Mingan said.

Dongxue smiled.

The firelight traced her face, and the sunlight dappled on her dance skirt, reflecting brightly into her eyes.

She stood on the roof and looked at him.

"...I have left traces."

she said softly.

"Yeah." Su Mingan said.

"...I saw her living her life well," she said.

"Um."

"...even if I am her creation, even if I am something that should not exist." She said:

"But...even if she is said to be sick or even said more outrageous things, she still loves me silently."

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

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

"【look.】"

"[She is my favorite person.]"

Su Mingan had some premonitions.

She turned her head sideways.

In those crescent-moon-like eyes, there was a thin light that was squeezed into pieces.

"I will never meet someone as nice as her again," she said:

“There won’t be one in the future, and there won’t be one in the future.”

"This is a love that cannot be tolerated by the world, and she loves me as much as she loves the world, and it penetrates everything in me."

"I became the scars in her skin and flesh."

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

"I could only watch her fall in love with someone else and slip away from me, just a family away."

"...I can only see her in other people's photo frames."

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

"Because this is an emotion that cannot be tolerated."

"But I can no longer fall in love with people in reality, and I can't make more room to love others."

"It doesn't matter if it's the same sex...it doesn't matter if it's a different dimension...it doesn't matter if it's virtual love..."

"Become detached from reality, rely on emotion, and become a pure ideal."

"Nothing in reality can replace it."

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

She looked over.

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

He blinked.

She saw her start to fall forward.

She jumped.

"call--"

The firelight fluttered and the red skirt flew.

The warm wind blew through her hair, and she was greeted by a beautiful, burning fire.

As if she was about to throw off all the restraints on her body, she felt unprecedented pleasure. The dance skirt behind her was trailing like flames, and she was like a star falling from the sky.

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

"[...I have left traces.]"

she said softly.

This is her dream.

An illusory dream that should not exist, reincarnated repeatedly. And when the dreamer dies. The dream will completely collapse.

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

Su Mingan saw the fire burning wildly in front of him.

He saw the red light and dark corners in his field of vision dissipate at this moment like ice and snow melting.

...and gradually a completely bright world emerged.

As if a fine luster shone in front of his eyes, he stood in the fire and saw the city lit up in the distance.

He doesn't know where Dongxue has gone, nor does he know if she can return to her real world after the dream collapses and continue to be a little girl who has never grown up, or 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.

It seems to carry all the beauty in the world, like all things are revived and prosperous.

The hope in her eyes was frozen like ice particles. When she looked at him, it was like travelers looking at each other across a boat, slowly passing through the boundless flames.

It's like seeing the whole world.

…

It's daylight.

Her years may still be long.

…

"Ding dong!"

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[(TE·The years are long):

"The victims of the times, the increasing numbers of figures in the dark, and the mediocre skins that cannot resist."

“Sheep fell to the ground in the rain and people were pushed forward.”