Lu Shu seemed to be in good condition. He was wearing a sweatshirt, his cheeks were rosy, and he was even a few centimeters taller. It seemed that he had sufficient nutrition. His disease was also cured. Behind him was a white Samoyed, and the dog laughed.

Very cute. He even started to keep pets.

Yamadacho was wearing a Lolita skirt generously. His expression looked very sunny, and the gloominess when we first met had completely faded. He was no longer the high school student who was accused of jumping into a river for dressing up as a woman. He was holding a hand

He is holding the drawing board, as if he is going to sketch.

Mo Yan and Lin Yin were standing next to them. They were also wearing thick clothes. They all had rosy faces and neat clothes. Lin Yin also had a guitar on his back, and it looked like he was going to take guitar lessons.

...They all got happiness.

Su Mingan stood at the door with a pale face. He saw his bony hands, saw the dense pinholes and raised veins on the back of his hands, and then he smiled slightly.

……very nice.

God, the future you constructed cannot defeat me, but it makes me happy.

Next, he tried to find a way to leave Huameng while walking around. Lu Shu and the others stayed with him the whole time.

Everyone tacitly avoided the topic of the past, and no one mentioned the World Game in front of him. They laughed and maintained the illusion of warmth together, and no one pretended to have seen the antidepressants in Su Mingan's pocket.

Whenever Su Ming'an picked up a sharp object, they would nervously come over and help him take it, as if they were afraid that he would harm himself. Whenever Su Ming'an started to call out to the gods, they would stay silent in a silent and respectful manner.

Wait for him to finish shouting, and then give him the medicine.

...This made Su Mingan feel that he was like a pale puppet. Following the movement of some kind of invisible thread,

Whenever he saw Lu Shu's hesitant eyes, saw the sadness buried in Yamada Machi's eyes, and saw Yueyue's calm and numb gaze, his heart would begin to throb involuntarily.

...Are you satisfied?

...Are you really satisfied?

He couldn't confirm this.

He couldn't give a definite answer.

People will have selfish desires, so although egoism cannot be praised on the table, most people extremely recognize this concept in their hearts. This makes them feel that salvation has nothing to do with them, let alone harm their own interests. If they have to endure repeated

The pain of death is not as good as obeying the higher dimension to rule one's homeland, and using this ability to indulge in the fanatical pursuit of everyone.

But Su Mingan thought, he just felt that some ideals were higher than selfish desires.

He is also a human being, and he often asks himself whether he is worthy. But whenever he feels confused, he will always be pulled by the kindness of others, even if these kindnesses are so small that they are difficult to detect compared to the malice.

So, who would believe that a person can contribute to the world without selfishness?

Even Su Mingan himself almost didn't believe it.

But he just couldn't let it go.

If the power of death reversion is the final struggle of Zhai Xing civilization, and the final fire sent by the human race, the moment he received this gift, he could not ignore it. He could not deceive himself and let himself become a

People who sit on the sidelines and indulge themselves.

He couldn't let himself be Edward, nor could he let himself be Mizushima Kawakora. He was Su Ming'an, just Su Ming'an.

He turned around and looked at them. He saw Lin Yin picking up the camera and smiling to take pictures of him, Lu Shu touching Samoyed's head, and Yue Yue holding a chocolate bar in her mouth, smiling with squinting eyes. The wind by the river blew through their hair.

Silk, black and white, tangled in the wind, with a click, the smile froze into a flower.

Su Mingan smiled slightly in the river breeze, as if he saw sunflowers all over the mountains and plains.

...So goodwill is like the sunlight that slants in through the cracks. The darker the place, the more precious it is.

...So he constructed a lighthouse and made himself a symbol. He was on the verge of collapse countless times and then moved forward again, struggling countless times with fear, loneliness and pain.

So he can't escape.

…

When passing the cross-river bridge, Su Mingan saw a person.

The man sat alone on the railing of the bridge, looking at the fishing boats passing by on the river. He was wearing a khaki windbreaker, with his shirt still untucked. The moist wind from the river was blowing his clothes, and there was a look of silence on his face.

The expression of aging.

Su Mingan walked to him and stayed silent, watching the endless flow of the river with him.

The man glanced at Su Ming'an and quickly looked away, as if he had been burned.
Chapter completed!