"If you really are Lu Shu..." Su Ming'an said loudly. He clenched his fists, forgetting that the wound was still bleeding, and his final voice was as sharp as a knife:

"——After doing all those things for forty years, can you still be Lu Shu?"

The reason why people are human is that they are connected by the social relationships between them. When this social relationship and experience are no longer there, then this person can no longer be the person in the social relationship.

At this moment,

A tight string on Lin Guang's body broke with his broken expression.--

【I look down at this world like a god, and never thought that one day I would be as humble as a rat in the gutter.】

[I used to not understand what "friends" meant or what "loneliness" was. All I could feel was despair and numbness. Finally, I was able to detect a little bit of happiness, and I wanted to keep it. 】

【But why...】【Can't do it?】--"Okay."

At this moment, Lin Guang's voice was very quiet. He stood there, like a lonely tree.

A pale smile appeared on his pale face, like a rotten tree that had been overwhelmed and finally broke. "It's still Lu Shu."

"Still...Lu Shu."

He put his fingers against the left chest and tore off the bandage there. Then, he put his fingers close to the skin there, dug his nails into it, and started to tear the skin on his left chest. The blood flowed along the nails and seeped into the gaps between the nails.

flowed between his fingers.

Su Ming'an looked at this scene and felt Lin Guang's actions were more and more ridiculous. He moved to the right step by step and called "Team Mu" in a low voice.

The words flashing in front of him seemed to be Team Mu's response, but due to the overlapping visual and auditory hallucinations, Su Mingan could not see clearly.

Wave after wave, too strong emotional resonance overwhelmed all his senses, as if there was a figure in Hanfu, silently staying in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Blood flowers spread in the water, and the figure in Hanfu moved slightly, with his head raised, not knowing where he was looking.

[Is there still any meaning?] [You must never give up.]

[It doesn’t matter if you were shot, stabbed with a sword, pushed off the train, or burned by flames.]

[It doesn’t matter if you are misunderstood or hated.] [You must never give up.]

....

In the continuous vision, Su Mingan even saw - under the dim light, a white-haired figure stood indoors. He put the dried ink couplets into his travel backpack; he arranged the flute scores;

Sort the ginkgo leaves on which the diary was written by year and lock them into the cabinet one by one; hide the stitches carefully and make a jingling knot.

"Look, I will come find you on my next trip. This is the flute I plan to give to you."

The white-haired young man was halfway through arranging his clothes, holding a flute and talking to himself in the air, with a warm contentment in his expression.

It seems that there is really a friend in the air, communicating with him on weekdays and caring about him all the time. But in fact,

No one.

Then, all of this turned into a fire, burning all the satisfaction. In the fire, the only voice of the mercenary who set the fire was calling him a devil.

...

【Does it still make sense?】

【You must never give up.】

...

[——Grandma, I saved you, can you answer me, what is love? 】

【——Lin Guang! Devil! Stay away from me! Stay away from me!】

...

[——Don’t come to this kind of place full of strange beasts from now on. You are the leader of a mercenary group, so you should know a lot of things. Can you answer me, what is love? 】

[——Ling Guang, although we are grateful to you for saving me, please leave. If others see me standing with you, I will no longer be the leader of the mercenary group. 】

...

[——Little girl, I have driven away the robber. Can you answer me, what is love? 】

[——You are! You are the bad guy that mom told me to stay away from! You are Lin Guang! I have seen your portrait! Mom, please save me!!]

...

"Da da da."

In the hallucination, Su Mingan saw thousands of ginkgo leaves that looked like butterfly wings. The cold wind blew these "butterflies" away, and countless golden leaves shone like stars.

The white-haired agent stood at the door of the garden villa. The white grid surrounded the lights, making the clear water shine brightly, like a long bridge of water and light.

His expression was blank, an expression that he could not understand everything.

Without basic thinking logic, he cannot perceive positive emotions, cannot communicate with others reasonably, cannot love others, and cannot be loved. It is like a person who has lost his five senses since birth and is trapped in a black shell.

, his behavior is always mixed with innocence and cruelty.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Su Mingan, as if he saw a living butterfly hidden among thousands of ginkgo leaves.

A smile appeared on his pale face:

"xxx."

"xxxx?
Chapter completed!