Thousands of colorful lanterns fill the sky with lights.

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

In an era when the world was controlled by gods, air pollution was so serious that people often couldn't see the stars. After the War of Dawn was officially launched in the 32nd year of the Cataclysm, hundreds of millions of soldiers and civilians died.

In order to comfort the living, people learned how to use fireworks and floating lights. They also told their 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 express themselves in, put them in the sky, and then send them to their relatives who have become stars."

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

In the white ward, only her voice flowed, and occasionally the fragrance of rice and the sweetness of snacks could be heard from the window.

"Obviously I have also lived in Caius Tower for sixteen years, but I don't know about this custom."

Su Mingan's gaze was fixed outside the window. The floating lanterns were rising into the sky one by one. Under hundreds of lamp sheds, people held up the orange-red lamps in their hands, as if they could talk to their loved ones separated by yin and yang.

"What you see is different from ordinary people, whether it is strategy or vision." Yueyue said: "I don't think anyone will tell you this when you are dealing with war. Just like you know Minghui

A whole world of secrets, mastering the talent awakening magic circle that can change the entire continent, but you don’t know what the specialty of Minghui Kalcha region is, nor do you know how many processes a cup of Xizhou black tea needs to go through - because, for you

It’s not necessary.”

"..." Su Mingan said: "After all, I am not a tourist player."

He heard that many players call themselves "scenicists". They dance under the gleaming bright sky, keep company with the forest elves who have just awakened their wisdom, paddle kayaks and boats on the sea in Praia, and enjoy

Unique limoncello and barbecue. These people never get close to tasks and key NPCs, and never bother to understand the core plot of the world. They are as free as a vacation.

There are also many such "scenicists" on the World Forum. Every time they "play" in the dungeon, they will write down their experiences like tour guides, and post various screen recordings and screenshots. This has attracted a lot of history.

Through the research of scholars, geographers, and writers, the flourishing of human cultural undertakings stems from this cultural integration between different worlds.

Su Mingan once clicked on the "Landscape and Culture" section and saw many articles that were as rigorous as papers. He felt their seriousness from the words of these players. Every time a world copy is opened, it is equivalent to an unknown scenery.

door.

If you don’t want to get involved in the plot or discover the core secrets of the world, this gameplay is very easy.

"Then, today, the first day of the Fortune Festival, the first day of the Lunar New Year, are you willing to go on a trip like a trip?" Yueyue said.

When she said this, her hands tied up her messy black hair that fell to her shoulders. A red rope slipped from her wrist and was wrapped in a high ponytail. She looked heroic with her ponytail hanging.

There was a little less softness between her eyebrows, and she looked very much like Su Ming'an remembered her in the high school classroom.

"Then let's go." 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 syringes on his body, and jumped out of the window despite the nurse's dissuasion.

When he landed, his body tilted. She stretched out her hand to pull him and handed him a mask.

The lights and shadows climbed up to the sky, and the gorgeous fireworks exploded in the night with the sudden cheers from the crowd. The stars were surrounded and the fire was bright. She was like a flowing cloud leading him to the streets and alleys, just like celebrating New Year's Day.

Nuo'er, Lu Shu and Lin Yin led him through the crowd.

At this time, all the wind seemed soft, and his eyes even returned to normal color. Her red rope was raised high, the silver bell jingled, and there seemed to be a fragrance like red wine on her body, following her movements.

The long steps dissipated in the air.

The barrage is also congratulating the New Year:

【Happy New Year! Su Mingan!】

[I hope we can celebrate the New Year with you next year!]

[There are a lot of people on the streets of the Lord God’s World. I looked around and saw that everyone was watching the live broadcast. Hundreds of millions of people were watching Su Mingan celebrate the New Year outside the screen. 】

[The nuclear explosion was not prevented... Will there be problems in the City of Gods? Doesn’t this mean that Su Mingan gave up all his previous plans in the City of Gods? 】

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

【……】

"for you."

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

Su Mingan took the paper bag, and words such as Dawn System, Xi Ke, and Tawei would always flash through his mind subconsciously. Even when he saw children playing on the street, he would think of some key NPCs. He was used to thinking nervously all the time.

So much so that the current relaxation time cannot be integrated into the New Year.

He took a bite of the yellowed flour food. It tasted like egg waffles, soft and waxy, with a hint of creamy softness and sweetness. He had not eaten this kind of food for a long time. It was a cost-effective chocolate to replenish energy.

Food replaced his recipe.

"Is it delicious?" she asked.

"Well..." Su Mingan's thoughts have turned to the battlefield.

And Yueyue didn't force his attention back, she just let him think further, led him through the streets and alleys while wandering, and bought him various... gadgets that he would never have paid attention to in the past.

.

Forgetting food like glutinous rice cakes and egg waffles, she actually bought a toy sword without a blade, a water gun without live ammunition, flowers that looked like they were about to wither, and some shabby clothes.

"In this world of ruins, there are many such unknown small cities. They are scattered like stars in the world, and they may be destroyed by unexpected artillery fire at any time... And in this small city we saw, there are countless

Such traders are struggling between food and clothing. I come from the Measurement City in Catastrophe 102 and have never experienced war. I think I can help them, even if it is just a little money." Yueyue said this.

After twenty-three years of life, she seemed to have become a part of the City of Measurement. She truly regarded these NPCs as living people, not as targets of attack in Su Mingan's eyes. She treated every world as if it were a real life.

spend.

They were walking on the street, their faces covered with thickly painted masks. No one knew that he was the Lord of Akto who led the War of Dawn. People talked, laughed, looked from a distance, and prayed that their relatives and friends on the front line could return safely.

The children held thorny fireworks and stepped through the thick snow, while hundreds of floating lanterns slowly rose into the sky.

She looked back in the snow.

"Ding bell—ding bell—" the silver bell around her waist jingled, and her tied black hair was held by the evening wind, shattering the light flowing on her shoulders. There was a twinkle in her eyes.

The spots of light seemed like fireflies dancing in her dark eyes.

"--happy?"

"Yeah." Su Ming'an responded.

"——I can't return to the Lord God's world and I won't spend New Year's Day with you, but I heard that Lu Shu and the others are accompanying you, and it will only get better and better in the future." She said with a smile.

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

For a moment, the orange-red floating lamp she held in her hand seemed to illuminate the long shadow trailing behind him, burning away the damp and ugly bones inside. Her living appearance was countless times more beautiful than a dead corpse.

"Okay." Su Mingan said.

"Are you really happy?" Yueyue said.

"happy."

"Then we will have to celebrate the New Year in the future."

"good."

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

Su Ming'an connected with her little finger, touching the thin cocoon left by her sword practice, which was the sword sharpening stone that has always been with her soul.

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

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

She smiled and raised the lamp in her hand.

This floating lamp is connected by a shelf made of iron wire. The lamp cover is covered with a layer of oilcloth paper to protect against wind and snow. Square candles are fixed on the shelf. The whole thing looks like a half-empty house.

"Ming'an, you can write down the people you want to bless." Yueyue said.

The floating lantern was a gift sent to the deceased. Su Mingan took the pen and wrote a series of names without thinking too much.

[Xia Sheng], [Sta Qian], [Feisi], [Yao Wen], [Carol], [Fei Yi], [Roxanne]...

"Hey -" Yueyue realized something was wrong: "You can only write ten at most. If there are more, it won't work."

There were dozens of names floating in Su Ming'an's mind. Hearing what she said, he could only put down his pen.

"Let it go." Yueyue raised her hands high.

A candle flame swayed leisurely in the hazy gauze, and soon burned vigorously. She let go of her hand, and the lamp was like a flame floating in the air, as if it was drifting into a fantasy world that was beyond the reach of people.

The lamps floated in the wind, high or low, like orange-red stars all over the sky. Su Mingan's lamp gradually merged into hundreds of floating lamps, becoming more and more thin and 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 gradually drifting away, the cold wind soaked in the festive atmosphere blowing against his face. He turned his head, Yueyue's eyes were like two other fireworks, and the hair flying in the wind seemed to be dyed with numerous brilliance.

.

It's as if she is carved from white porcelain. Not only is she beautiful, she is also very fragile.

"...Yueyue?" He called out and tightened his grip on her sleeves. It was the real touch of the fabric. He thought for a time that he was in an illusion.

Beauty is so rare that it feels like a dream.
To be continued...