The fiery pain came from the limbs and bones.

Between the data of 0 and 1, the central building collapsed in the vibration. The sky roared and the atmosphere cracked. The bricks and tiles of the building... are all flying in the strong wind.

Su Mingan fell in a high altitude, and the first ray of dawn sprinkled into the city-state through the gap, like a dawn rain in the daytime.

He held the light and fell downwards, and the sunlight rushed in, carefully carving their blood-stained clothes. In the vibrations, inch by inch of sunlight sprinkled into his pupils.

He could not see clearly the situation of the city-state, nor could he see the splashing bricks and stones around him. The endless stream of 0 and 1 data around Lin Guang made the two of them fall slowly, as if floating in a gurgling white river.

Lin Guang's white hair floated like liquid silver flowing. Even the Hanfu was rising upwards.

There was confusion and confusion in his eyes when he looked at Su Mingan, as if there was a thin barrier. The helpless sadness and regret burned like fireworks in those light-colored eyes.

"Luves..." Lin Guang called in a low voice, as if the sea water was filled with it.

Su Mingan stared at Lin Guang's eyes and reexamined the soul.

"What is 'love'?" Lin Guang's eyes almost begged.

He put his hands in his heart:

“Is love despair?”

The gunshot wound was wounded with his fingers on the bandage.

"Is love a pain?"

Then came his sad eyes.

"Is love going to die?"

The sorrow swept over him like a hurricane. He had asked so many people, but he still couldn't find the answer.

He could not support a person with complete logic at all. Therefore, he was strong and fragile, innocent and cruel, sensitive and slow, like a tree that grew against the growth.

When he saw Luves being elected onto the altar by the people, he could only see all this from afar in the City of Gods. When he saw Luves silently accepting the anger of everyone, how much he hoped...

——For a moment, he could walk to him.

His white hair was entangled in the wind, like a long night floating in the snow, with a sadness that could not be melted like a fog in his eyes.

Su Mingan's eyebrows trembled for a moment, and he suddenly knew how to answer Lin Guang. He replied-

"Lin Guang. What you do now is 'love'."

Lin Guang stared at the expression in Su Mingan's eyes in a daze.

It was another...extremely vivid expression, an expression that he could not understand. An expression that was born to be wrapped in a black shell, which could not be touched by someone.

He felt a scorching pain on his body, not from the wounds, but from the feeling that he was actually being held by Luves, making him almost burned.

But he hugged his friend the tighter, like a ball of fire that would burn him to pieces, like the primitive human desire for flames.

His dark Hanfu gradually became stained with a sticky transparent color, like a black rose withering. His figure gradually faded, as if it was about to merge into the sky.

The mission of the program is over and he is disappearing.

"Lin Guang——Wait, didn't you say you want to stay? Didn't you say you want to learn the word "Long Guo" to show me? Didn't you say you send me Spring Festival couplets every year? And tea, you haven't tried it with sulfuric acid yet, why don't you soak it anymore?" Su Ming'an discovered that Lin Guang was becoming transparent: "You wait..."

It was obvious... he knew what Lin Guang had experienced in the past, and what kind of pain Lin Guang endured. Why did it so quickly...

They have just become friends for a minute.

His eyes suddenly became very sour, and this feeling was different from the previous loss.

It seems that I saw a story that really came to an end and wrote the ending.

If you want to wear Hanfu, I will not misunderstand it again.

How did you learn the word "Long Guo"? Will you ever typo again? I haven't seen it yet.

Didn't you say that you developed fried strawberries? Although they didn't sound delicious, I might be able to try it.

I promised to be friends with you, Linguang, I promised.

You are not Lu Shu, really.

You are Lin Guang, the unique Lin Guang.

Although it's too late.

The layout that cannot be spoken, the person who faces the wall with a tight mouth cannot understand the program of love, and the nature of the gods is distorted...

This friendship came too late.

The air was dyed into a light gray with black dots, and their reflections were colorfully flickering on the neon signs of the tall buildings, like shining shells.

Among the bricks and tiles flying all over the sky, Lin Guang's embrace was very tight, as if he wanted to tie the force into his ribs, and his ten fingers were as hard as steel hoops. Even the embrace was extremely aggressive.

"[I will give you the loyalty of a person who has never had faith." He whispered:

"[I give you the core of my own that I have tried to protect - the core of not making words and sentences, not trading with dreams, not being touched by time, joy and adversity.]"

"[I give you an interpretation of your life, your own theory, your true and amazing existence. I give you my loneliness, my darkness, my heart's hunger.]"

“【I try to impress you with confusion, danger, and failure.】”

"Luves, I'm just a program."

"I know." Su Mingan's voice was mixed with bitterness: "I know."

"But Luves, if I had been the coldest program from the beginning, without self-thinking, without exploring knowledge, without emotion-"

"If I could make perfect countermeasures based on the procedure from the beginning, rather than such a semi-finished product that is almost human-"

"It will fail, be injured, be touched, and accumulate sludge-like emotions, imperfect, incomplete, regretful, like a mirror..."

Lin Guang's voice trembled:

"—If I had been a perfect trap program from the beginning, I would not have the memories and flaws of 'Linguang' and 'Lu Shu' like now..."

There was a nearly broken struggle in his eyes:

“——I won’t feel reluctant to leave like now?”

From the past to the present, from the present to the future, so many lamp holders walked towards Su Ming'an. Some turned into white birds flying high on the bell tower, some became a monument, some fell asleep under the lotus pond, some jumped off the cliff for him, and some drove out the ice-blue Manzhu Shahua...

And what will he become?

A piece of data that can't be left behind?

"You are not him at first." Su Mingan said: "It's better if you don't have his memory, you are you."

"He's that good?" Lin Guang understood even if he didn't say who "he" was.

Su Mingan nodded.

"I'm fine, too." Lin Guang said.

Su Mingan nodded again.

Of course you are fine.

Between the collapsed bricks and stones, their black and white hairs were raised high, like flying butterflies. The new dawn fell from the cracks of bricks and stones, and sprinkled into the pupils of every city-state residents.

The Hanfu rubbed against the blood-stained robe, like a pair of butterflies dancing in the air. Their bodies were stained with sunlight. Even though they were falling, they seemed to be symbiotic with dawn.

They slowly fell in the long river of data of 0 and 1, as if they were swimming in the cycle of time.

"Am I your friend?"

——And Linguang said in Su Mingan’s ear:

"Is it a friend you don't regret?"

Maybe it's been a long time, or maybe it's just a moment.

Su Mingan responded in a low voice:

"yes."

Lin Guang smiled slightly on his stiff face:

"Thanks."

"Although I still don't understand... what 'love' is."

"I want to cry a little."

"If I had met you first, if there was no prompt from the ‘faction boss’ on me, if I had not been twisted into this by the gods, would it be a little bit possible that we could have become friends earlier?"

“…”

Su Mingan's eyes trembled.

Then he responded firmly:

"yes."

You are not stained with haze, you are not in your eyes.

For the sake of my friends' preferences, I can learn to make tea, dragon kingdom, painting, and flute music for decades - you who are so firm, you who yearn for friendship, and you who are pure and pure.

If at the beginning, I really met you like that.
To be continued...