During the night, the fierce cold wind stirred up the wind and snow. Under the thick clouds, the stars were hidden and invisible, and there were faint planes passing by like jackdaws.

Su Ming'an was thirty meters above the ground. Dozens of searchlights were projected high from the ground, leaving a white circle on the reflective transparent building. All the lights stayed moving up the large glass pillars.

on the two of them.

It's eleven o'clock at midnight, only one hour before the New Year's bell rings. The barrage has already begun to celebrate each other, and various charades are emerging one after another. The lively and warm atmosphere is in sharp contrast to the dangerous final moments of Caius Tower.

"Teacher, Lin Guang is at his most vulnerable now. He is sleeping in the recovery cabin. If we want to seize the nuclear operating system, we must snatch his administrator identity, that is, drive him away or kill him."

Rhettia said.

"Kill him." Su Mingan said without hesitation.

He can't move most of his body now, and there are still pinch marks on his neck. All of this is attributed to Lin Guang. Even the white-haired joke in the barrage was talked about from morning to night. He has no idea how this rumor spread.

Tredia looked up and saw a row of red warning lights flashing high on the almost vertical glass surface.

"I have penetrated the building system before, and Lin Guang is most likely on the 107th floor. Teacher, if you can kill him, you will be the founder of a new era." Tredia said: "No... you are already one."

"My killing him has nothing to do with merit, he must die." Su Mingan said.

No matter whether that person is Lin Guang or Lu Shu, after reaching the current situation, there is no possibility of turning back.

"I will help you," Tredia said.

She hugged him and jumped to a higher floor, as if she wanted to break through the silent night and penetrate into the dark clouds.

"... No matter who succeeds me in the future, when the vitality of my body ends, please consider me dead and don't think about me.

"...I know, you want to ask me why I want to save mankind. There is no reason. You don't need a reason to save a world.

"...I feel a little tired..."

Lin Guang had a dream.

He dreamed that he was pushing the wheelchair of an old man with gray hair, and the old man was talking sentence by sentence. The sky was blue, the white clouds were as soft as cotton candy, and the air was filled with the warmth of spring - this was just after the disaster of the century.

point in time.

Ever since Lin Guang's memory began to recover, he often had dreams like this recalling the past.

"Spring is here..." The white-haired old man stared at the garden: "Lin Guang, stay with me until evening."

Lin Guang didn't remember who the old man was in his dream, but he didn't refuse. The old man gave him a strong sense of intimacy.

He pushed the old man for a walk in the garden. Flowers of various seasons were blooming at the same time. White lilies were the most common, followed by roses. The wind mixed the fragrance of the flowers together and blew them away into the distance.

Lin Guang felt very peaceful staying beside the old man.

Although he didn't know where this place was or who planted the flowerbed, the white lilies were beautiful and the butterflies were also beautiful, like flames.

If it can make him feel relaxed, then let's live through this dream.

Although the old man was very frail, he didn't have many wrinkles on his face, and his bloodshot eyes were still full of energy. You could clearly see the light in his eyes, which was extremely bright, as if there was a small halo of light buried inside.

"Wow!" The spring breeze blew by, and the flowers danced freely in the air. Some ungrown green leaves grew rapidly, and the flower buds spread out loosely.

The old man stopped his wheelchair and sat quietly in the sea of ​​flowers. A piece of red rose fell on his silver hair, like a bright drop of blood in the sea of ​​snow.

"Lin Guang, I want to eat sweets." The old man suddenly said.

"I'll do it for you." Even though he didn't know who the old man in the dream was, Lin Guang still answered subconsciously.

Half an hour later, he came out of the kitchen carrying a strawberry cake.

The hour hand moved towards twelve noon, and the time in the dream passed extremely quickly.

——The old man leaned quietly on his wheelchair, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep. The sunlight in the flower bed shone brightly on his gray hair, and for a moment, the old man's pale eyelashes seemed to have fallen.

of golden light.

"Click", Lin Guang placed the strawberry cake on the table, making almost no sound. He vaguely felt that he should not disturb the old man's sleep. The old man seemed to be very tired all his life.

However, with just a soft sound, the old man woke up instantly and subconsciously sat up straight, like a vigilant hedgehog. There was a faint bright white light swaying around the old man.

Seeing Lin Guang in front of him, the old man's guard gradually faded away.

"Chocolate strawberry cake?" The old man glanced at the cake placed on the white table in the flower garden: "I don't like chocolate."

Lin Guang looked confused. He didn't know that the old man didn't like chocolate.

"Forget it, actually chocolate is also very good." The old man laughed and stretched out his hand——

"Crack-!!"

A violent collision sounded. Lin Guang stepped forward to help the old man who suddenly vomited blood. The table had been knocked over.

The old man's blood was cold, like unmelted ice and snow.

Lin Guang's clothes were stained with the blood. Strong sadness surged out of nowhere. Seeing this scene, he suddenly felt so painful that he couldn't breathe. The old man seemed to be dying and was so weak that he couldn't even sit still.

He still couldn't remember who the old man was, but he felt that the death of this man would make him extremely sad, as if all his soul had been taken away from him.

"Why, am I so sad?" Lin Guang asked.

The old man's skinny fingers clenched his sleeve tightly.

"Because of 'love', do you understand?" the old man said softly.

"'Love'." Linguang said, "What is 'love'?"

The old man shook his head and did not explain the word.

After a while, the old man sat up straight, his gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy smoke.

The old man: "After I leave, Lin Guang, you don't need to call yourself a light chaser anymore, you are also the light yourself."

Lin Guang: "What...what?"

He doesn't understand, what do you call yourself?

The old man: "The Dawn system has been turned on. Tredia and the others have been in there for a few days. You should go in as soon as possible. Thank you for spending these last days with me.

There is no need to be sad, death is just rest for me, I have wanted to rest for a long time...

I don't love everyone in this world. Some people waste their lives and attack heroes head-on, which brings the world to such a situation. But I love the vast majority of them. The wisdom of civilization and the flash of humanity

...These are all worthy of love. And the way you are alive and chasing the future is thousands of times more beautiful and powerful than those other-dimensional creatures that are eyeing you...

'Live towards death' - I hope you remember this sentence and protect this world from being invaded by those higher-dimensional creatures."

"And..." The old man said this, hesitated for a moment, and then added:

"There is no need to tell people that I am dead, and there is no need to tell people that 'I' will be just a bionic body in the future. If a bionic body can make everyone confident and always have light in their eyes - then I will always be a tower for them to keep."

A spiritual sculpture of determination.”

After hearing these words, a flood of memories suddenly poured into Lin Guang's brain.

The memory revived at this moment, and he suddenly remembered——

The time of this memory was the first year after the Century Catastrophe. At that time, the internal fighting among humans had not yet intensified, and there was not even a free camp or a god camp.

This year, the old man was about to die of illness. This remote garden villa was where he spent his last days with the old man.

The white lilies in the garden bloomed so well because he brought back seeds to catalyze them.

He caught the butterflies in the garden one by one with his own hands. He liked the color red, and the butterflies flew like burning flames.

The white round table on which the cake was placed was something he picked up from the rubble a few days ago. He and the old man repaired the broken table legs together. The old man also praised him for his talent in carpentry.

The old people like black and white, so the cabinets in the kitchen are all black, and they seem to have cats...

During the holidays a few days ago, he wrote a blessing to the old man, and the old man praised his beautiful handwriting. He would make tea for the old man every day. The tea was clear, and the green leaves were spinning around on the tea liquid, like a crimson butterfly kissing the petals.

, there is no trace of scarlet in the color of the tea.

The old man said that he was his best friend.

The old man's name is...

"Don't be sad, thank you for staying with me until the end." The old man said.

The old man's expression became calmer and calmer, and his pair of deep eyes looked up at the blue sky, seeming to firmly reflect this beautiful spring day in his eyes.

He would never see such a beautiful spring day again.

"Spring will come." The old man murmured to himself.

"Spring?" Lin Guang repeated: "Is it coming? Will it come?"

Why can't he see spring at all after decades?

"Click", "click", "click", the wall clock made a light sound.

Four o'clock, five o'clock, six o'clock...

"Wow!" The night wind suddenly picked up, and the flower buds that were waiting to bloom bloomed simultaneously at this moment. Thousands of petals woke up from the deathly silence, and stretched and bloomed warmly in the face of the sunset.

"You don't want to die, can you?" Lin Guang said.

He vaguely felt that he was about to lose again, and the pain of loss was like lingering moisture.

The old man smiled for a moment and suddenly said softly:
To be continued...