I will definitely be friends with you.

...but no if.

Finally, the two of them landed on the ground. As the earth cracked and the bricks and tiles splashed, Lin Guang took out a bamboo flute tremblingly.

The quiet sound of flute came from his lips, and he thought of all his experiences with Luves. He didn't have time to blow the flutes he had written forty years to Luves, so he only blew the original "Missing".

At that time, in the garden villa of District 11, white haired walkers stood at the door, and the white grid surrounded the lights of the sun, illuminating the clear water, like a long bridge of water and light.

The white hair of the agent rises with the wind, like frost and snow that has not melted for thousands of years.

A gust of wind moved.

The two of them looked at each other forty years ago.

——As if it is eternal.

Su Mingan let out a trembling laugh.

Lin Guang smiled slightly, like the spring breeze under the snow.

His figure became more and more transparent, like a bubble that was about to burst, including his pale face and the floating white hair... they were dissipating uncontrollably, like a gradually shattering butterfly.

He played the flute, his voice getting lower and lower, but his eyes were filled with joy that almost ignited people-

Luves.

——I used Lu Shu’s model to learn how to make friends. When I first met, I expressed my joy for my friends and hoped that you would become the light in my life.

——I treat your enemies in the tone of Lu Shu and scold those who hate you.

——I use Lu Shu’s tea art, Lu Shu’s usual pet to interact with you.

——I use Lu Shu’s hair color, Lu Shu’s similar body shape, Lu Shu’s paranoia and confusion to face this cruel world. I even get you paid attention to it just because I am similar to Lu Shu.

But I am not Lu Shu, and I don’t even belong to life itself. I hate being admitted to mistakes the most, but the ironic thing is that everything about me is based on “being admitted to mistakes”.

There is no direction and bottom line to stick to, and there is no blank paper of life.

Just like I don't understand why you are so sad now.

...It seems like I'm going to cry.

“…I won’t be alone anymore.”

Lin Guang's flute sound paused, and there was a crying voice in his voice. He pressed Su Ming'an closer and closer, as if this could become a real life:

“…Someone is holding me.”

...

"Woo woo woo woo--"

The last syllable comes out of the flute.

Then with a bang, the bamboo flute rolled down.

Su Mingan felt a lighter in his arms, and suddenly a butterfly flew beside him, small, like a flame. It surrounded him with nostalgia, like a little gentle fire.

Perhaps it was the hallucination brought by fatigue. He saw that the above seemed to be no longer falling bricks and stones, but falling ginkgo leaves. The sky was full of dawn, and the soft golden red light and shadow projected through the shadow of the tree. The leaves shattered the light, and the light melted into the leaves, licking his clothes inch by inch. The light was too warm and made people feel dizzy.

Then, he saw a big Samoyed.

The big dog with pure white fur stood under the ginkgo tree, and the crimson butterflies danced lightly around it, and the magenta from the sky kissed its fluff, as if it was dyed by sunlight.

And it raised its head, like a lone wolf watching the dawn, maintaining its long-lasting posture, waiting under the tree forever, with bright eyes, as if waiting for someone.

It has waited for a long time... It has transcended the long-lasting public hatred, fear and sorrow, endured the despair, confusion and loneliness of 2,300 simulated times, and has the highest loyalty and persistence.

When Su Mingan met him, he stared at him tightly.

"Wang."

It poked at him.

It seems to be called Luves.

Dawn rose from afar, showing the miracle of the night turning into daylight. In the distance, a rooster crow appeared, rising and falling one after another, singing a hundred harmony. Sliver of warm light slid inch by inch from the sky, illuminating all the darkness around Samoyed. Those withered grass, those ungrown buds, and those little lives in the soil... slowly broke through the ground and poked out to enjoy the beauty of dawn.

They were blocked by Samoyed's body for a night of cold rain, and finally ushered in new life at the moment when the sunlight came, and spring was full of light.

Samoyed, who had blocked the cold rain for a night, shook the heavy raindrops on his body and slowly lowered his head.

Its weak body fell down little by little, its light-colored eyes closed little by little, and its white hair was like sunlight rising slightly in the wind.

"Wang."

It weakly whistled at Su Ming'an again.

It seems to be saying goodbye to him.

When it falls, the surroundings are quiet and solemn.

The clouds dissipated, and it seemed that all the rivers gathered in its eyes.

——At dawn, Samoyed died in the rain, and the creatures it blessed are eternal in the sun.

"Woo woo woo woo--"

The sound of the flute stopped.

Su Mingan still maintained a swaying posture, as if he was embracing the sunshine of the entire city-state.

White light gently spread out from his cheeks, arms, and chest, like pure white butterflies. The Hanfu embroidered with pine and bamboo, the floating white hair, and the light-colored pupils that stared at him tightly... have all dissipated.

He swallowed even more, and he could no longer see the Samoyed in the illusion, nor the white-haired young man in reality.

His hands subconsciously tightened forward, but could not touch any body temperature.

"Lin Guang..." he shouted softly, as if he was afraid of breaking something.

He looked down and looked into his arms, unable to see anything.

Lin Guang disappeared. Only the flying white light, like a little butterfly, brushed through his hair and robe.

"Bang--!"

A bamboo flute rolled at his feet, carved with a line of crooked dragon-nation words "Gifts for Luves".

"Lin Guang?"

Su Mingan called out again, and the corners of his lips were soaked with bitterness:

"Lin Guang..."

No one responded.

There is nothing in front of me except the flying bricks and stones.

His new friend disappeared.

His vision began to blur, and uncontrollable tears came out of his eyes, and only dazzling white was left in front of him, like a ray of light in the depths of the mist.

A sharp feeling of pain and miss spread from his internal organs. He covered his face and sadness filled his skull cavity, as if a hand was pinching his heart, and his eyes were filled with hallucinations and ghosts of resonance.

"Lin..."

He said a word and took a deep breath. His throat became sticky and he vomited blood, and his head hurts as if it was split by a knife.

Only a silver-white pistol that fell to the ground, carved with lilies and butterflies, seemed to have a pair of light-colored eyes, staring at him.

...

【Luves, go for a walk with me.】

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[Luves, I want to be friends with you. I learned a new song and wanted to play it for you.]

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[Luves, because I knew you were coming, I let every flower in the garden stay at the best moment. Spring is here, look! Spring is here, this is the spring I prepared for you!]

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[Luves, when the war is over, I will definitely become friends with you.]

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[Luves, today's lilies are blooming so well, I want to give them to you.]

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【Luves…】

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【Luves…】

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【Luves.】

【Love is, what?】
To be continued...