"One cold winter night, a young man wanted to invite the girl he had a crush on to dance. He needed a red rose, but after searching for a long time, he could only find white roses."

"The nightingale on the branch was moved by his feelings. It pierced the thorns of the rose with its breast. The white rose turned bright red with blood."

"The nightingale dies with the hope of love, but the young man is rejected by the girl because he is poor, and he angrily throws the red rose into the gutter."

"...This is the end of the story."

There was a microphone and radio in front of her, and Xiaomei read aloud the fairy tales she had heard from the players in an emotional voice. A large group of children gathered around her, listening to her story.

This is a border town - because Doomsday City is not safe, many children have been sent out of Doomsday City.

Xiaomei has been staying in the border town since she returned to Kaiwusta. She didn't want to cause trouble to Su Ming'an, so she didn't dare to run around.

After discovering that there was a signal tower here, her yearning was activated - she had always wanted to be a radio host during the time she listened to the radio in the City of Measurement.

So, during this time, she has been sitting in the signal tower and telling stories to the children through the sound transmission equipment.

"Well, sister Xiaomei, if you were a nightingale, would you choose to get acquainted with that young man?" the girl said.

"I..." The little girl thought for a moment, then faced the children's expectant gazes: "I probably wouldn't do that... I'm a very timid person, I'm afraid of pain, and I'm afraid of death. I can't do anything.

It’s too painful to dye roses red with your hard work and sing praises of love at the same time..."

"I won't do that either. The nightingale is too stupid. Why would it die for the love of others?" said a boy.

"Isn't there a sentence in the article. 'However, love is better than life, and how can a bird's heart be compared to a human heart?'" The girl said: "But I'm very strange... Sister Xiaomei, I often hear people

Speaking of love, what is love?"

what is love?

Xiaomei subconsciously clenched the page in her hand. This problem is too complicated. For thousands of years, poets and philosophers have exhausted gorgeous rhetoric and lengthy paragraphs to describe it, with all the romantic and tragic colors, but there is no

One can tell exactly what it means.

But when she heard this question, she only thought of one person.

In the early morning, he passed her by in a wheelchair.

That day in the heavy rain, in a pool of blood, he reached out to her.

On a sunny afternoon, in the bustling city, he walked into the movie theater with her.

His eyes were always full of tolerance and respect, and even in the coldest rainstorm, her eyes were still filled with sunshine.

People say that the first person that comes to mind when they hear the word "love" is the person represented by "love".

Therefore, the "love" in her eyes is...

"Meow~" The white cat with a heavy shoulder purred, and its big fluffy tail swept her cheek. The little eyebrow seemed to be suddenly awakened, her fingers trembled, and she did not answer the question.

If the "young man" in the fairy tale was him and the "nightingale" was her, would she dye the roses red for him?

can you?

She seems...still afraid.

"Today's story is over, you go back to sleep." Xiaomei immediately stood up and packed the scripts on the table.

It was getting late, and the children yawned and left the signal tower. Only the little ones were left staring blankly at the reflective glass in front of them, while the microphones around them flickered and made rustling noises.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came.

"Xiao Mei - I heard that you are very familiar with Su Ming'an. I want to give him a New Year's gift. Can you help me with it?"

The person who spoke was a female gamer. She had brown-blonde hair and wore huge crystal earrings, and she looked very mature. When Xiaomei lived in the border town, this female player had always been protecting Xiaomei.

Players' actions are full of purpose, and this female player is no exception. She knows that Xiaomei is Su Ming'an's mission target, and she wants to help Su Ming'an, so she will protect Xiaomei.

Xiaomei subconsciously said: "Why do you want to give him a gift? Do you like him?"

The female player was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said: "No, I just want to give him a gift. Caiusta is about to end, and he should rest for a few hours. I can give him the gift while he is resting."

Give it to him."

Xiaomei asked doubtfully: "You don't like him, but you want to give him a gift? He doesn't even know you."

The female player responded: "Is this important?"

With Xiaomei's puzzled expression, the female player sat on the chair next to her. She looked down at this peaceful and peaceful border town through the somewhat blurry glass. The data on the screen of the signal tower flashed, illuminating the side of her face.

Shining white cold light.

"It is true that many people like him, but it is too sad to like him without an ending." said the female player.

"Then why did you..." Xiaomei said.

"Do you want to hear it? It's not an interesting story." The female player said.

"I want to hear it." Xiaomei said.

She wanted to hear everything about him.

The female player smiled, lowered her head and said:

"Three months ago, I had been in a state of depression. All I could do was cry all day and night. I was afraid of zombies, skeletons, and all monsters in the dungeon.

As I was sitting in the park crying, a small missionary group passed by me and they gave me a copy of "Lighthouse Notes" and said that everyone can shine in their own light."

When the female player said this, she smiled very softly and slowly:

"I didn't take this stuff seriously at the time. I just went to search for Su Ming'an's live broadcast. As a result, the more I watched, the more addicted I became. I thought he could be so good for someone of his age, why can't I?"

"The day he taught in Constantine, my mother had already suffered from mental illness, and I had been in despair for half a month. But his music woke me up... At that time, I was thinking that he could bear such a heavy burden.

With such beautiful music, why can't I bloom flowers?"

The female player raised her head and looked at the white light on the ceiling. Warm mist lingered on the tip of her nose:

"He never helps me, but he always helps me invisibly and encourages me to keep going. No matter where he is - as long as I look up, I can see him.

I think this is the lighthouse.

At least, I was illuminated."

When she was telling this long narrative, her little eyebrows seemed to see a flower blooming. The brilliance in the female player's pupils was very bright.

"You seem...to know him very well." Xiaomei said.

The female player smiled sheepishly.

"He is a very attractive person to me."

She clasped her fingers together, as if thinking about it, but also as if condemning:

"He is a person who often says what he means. Sometimes it is clearly painful, but he always takes it on without saying a word.

Although I am very tired, I always like to push myself to the limit and stay awake for several days in a row.

He is obviously afraid of losing his companions, but he always deliberately shows a cold look to prevent others from taking control of him.

What he usually likes to say is, 'It's okay. You're not tired. Just do as I say'... But I wish he could say a few more words, 'I'm so tired, help me, help me'. Only then will someone look at it.

I felt that he was tired, but he never said anything."

When the female player said this, she paused for a while and raised her eyebrows:

"But many people like him just because he is such a person.

I think, if I can see him, I must say these words to him, I must give him a gift, and I want him to know that someone actually loves him."

Hearing these words, he lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a very low tone, as if tearing through the thick air:

"……like."

She looked at the energetic female player and tightened her grip on the script in her hand. Her chest felt tight, as if there was something blocked.

Suddenly she didn't want to wait any longer.

Even though it was out of reach, even though it was just her humble longing...she wanted to tell him everything in her heart.

Tell him to get more rest.

Tell him that she is willing to face everything with him.

Tell him that there are actually people who love him very much, many, many people, including her.

There were countless words mixed in her throat, as if the fog in front of her eyes was suddenly lifted——

——She must tell him.

Since she is the so-called "key person in customs clearance", she will no longer worry about her specialness. She wants to take advantage of his attention, go to him in person, and tell him personally——

In her eyes,

He is the most perfect, colorful dream.

She likes him very much.

…

"Whoa!"

The vibrations spread out and the entire building shook violently.
To be continued...