First Player

Chapter 430: four hundred and twenty seven

   Chapter 430 Chapter 427 "The Tower of the Pearl."

  【December 31, 2021, 20:00】

  …

   In the night sky of festivals, the most indispensable thing is the beautiful fireworks.

  Everyone went out in old-fashioned clothes, in groups of three, wearing yukatas, walking on wooden sandals, holding steaming takoyaki in paper bowls, stepping on slightly damp bluestone bricks and stone steps covered with moss.

   In the lively festival area clothes, such people are gathered at this time.

   In front of a stall selling takoyaki, a woman with a blood-colored mask stood.

   The bright red knot went around her jet-black hair and tied a knot behind her head, revealing a pair of dark eyes like obsidian, dark, quiet and calm.

   Wearing a kimono embroidered with cherry blossoms, she silently took the takoyaki from the enthusiastic shopkeeper.

  The slightly cold wind blew through her dark hair, like wicker swaying in spring, she bowed her head slightly, the bamboo stick was tied, and a hot takoyaki overflowed with delicious juice.

   She stepped on the clogs, swayed through the crowd looking for a viewing spot for the fireworks, rejected several men who approached her, and came to an uninhabited hillside.

   After carefully wiping the flat stone with a white cloth, she sat down facing the slowly passing stream.

   She held out her hand.

   The takoyaki stick was poked and pinched between her two fingers. With a small force on her wrist, the round takoyaki fell and fell into the flowing stream, soon drifting farther and farther.

   She watched the takoyaki go away.

   She clasped the paper bowl with both hands, and the red string from her hair dangled beside her ears.

   Through the pine needles and bamboo forest, she seemed to be able to see the bright smile of the girl who was always chasing after her and calling her sister.

The    joint mission told her that Mizushima Chuanqing just accepted the task of special status, and is similar to an observer who can move freely. Sooner or later, their sisters will be able to meet again.

   Mizushima Kawasora was willing to believe this rhetoric, but gradually, she began to feel a little worried.

  She and Mizushima Chuanqing have had telepathy since childhood, but one day during Baisha Paradise, she suddenly felt that Namo and her sister's telepathy, like the thread was suddenly torn off, and disappeared.

   She doesn't believe Mizushima Chuanharu will die. Qing is so smart and eccentric, even if she looks like a lunatic, she knows that Qing is a real genius.

   Genius and lunatic are sometimes only one step away.

  Qing seems to have endless new ideas, and ordinary people can never keep up with her brain circuits.

   Mizushima Kawasora does not believe in which instance she will die if she is so smart.

   Sitting on an uninhabited stone, she looked out into the distance and saw the lake at the foot of the mountain.

   She is in the New Year's Day limited event area server. People from many different countries come here to enjoy the celebration, and some people will put lanterns here. The lake is the activity area for the lanterns. At this time, orange-red lanterns of different shapes were floating on the clear water, like sparks flowing in the Milky Way.

   She watched, suddenly realizing that something was wrong.

  's extremely high mental points made her keenly discover a group of strong people among ordinary people. Under the rapid capture of her sight, she discovered a group of four people wearing masks.

   A dazzling silver light lit up in her eyes, and the next moment, the distant scene became clear in her eyes immediately.

   The black-haired youth squatted down, pinched the corner of the swaying lotus lantern, and gently pushed it out.

  The edges of his figure were softened by candlelight, as if ancient oil paints were flowing on him.

  The clear water held up the slightly swaying lantern, making a slight splashing sound.

   Soon, this lotus lantern merged into the stream composed of lanterns like a drop of water, and gradually connected with other lanterns.

   Amidst the brilliant light and shadow, his figure was dyed extremely softly by the candlelight, as if he had suddenly let go of his defenses.

…That is.

   Mizushima Kawasora squinted, and different figures flashed in her mind. After a while, she compared the figures of the group of four.

  Su Mingan, Nuoer, Lu Shu and Lin Yin…

   She straightened up immediately and left here.

   Although she was reluctant to believe it, she seemed to have a premonition, a mental premonition.

   The disappearance or even death of his sister is probably related to this fellow Su Mingan...

   If we can meet in the eighth world,

   At that time, she would definitely ask to understand.

   As for now, this guy's birthday is today, she won't bother, she's not that wink.

  The first player, nineteenth birthday, worldwide celebration…

  Compared to the weight of this identity, this person is shockingly young.

  …

  Noel took Su Mingan to many places.

  The ancient town of the Dragon Kingdom and the torii of Fusang.

  Worldwide gathering, annual Lantern Festival.

   Yuguo Art Exhibition Hall, the revolving corridor of Granguo.

  …and the virtual scene of the 578-meter-high structure, the Tower of the Pearl.

The Pearl Tower at night is like a lighthouse that gathers light. It is particularly dazzling in the dark night with light snow. From a distance, the towering tower seems to hold up a whole dark night sky. .

   Go up the elevator and there is an observation deck on the top floor. Visitors can look out the window through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

   They can see the rolling hills below, bright red torii gates, quaint buildings, crowded alleys, and vivid cross streets like blood vessels.

  A giant light screen hangs on the tall Pearl Tower.

On the    light screen, there is a line of large red characters. The font is like blood, and it is as conspicuous as the aurora in the dark night:

  【First player Su Mingan, happy birthday - I wish you a prosperous martial arts! 】

  …

  This light screen is extremely conspicuous, and it lights up after nightfall. It is high enough for every night traveler to see it.

   At this time, most of the interested tourists gathered in this specially opened activity area, and this light sign was enough for them to see.

   When he ascended the tower of the Pearl, Su Mingan did not expect that the players who liked him could still give him such a surprise.

  Even though he still had to wear a mask and see sneakily, he did receive their wishes.

  Standing on the observation deck on the highest floor, with the night wind mixed with light snow blowing, he looked at the land full of tourists.

   The mist that diffuses in the mountains is gradually disappearing, and the lights of the lanterns are like diamonds embellished in black velvet, shining in the silent night.

In the street below   , people like ants walked one by one, the repertoire on the stage was constantly changing, their performances swayed scene by scene, and the music played over and over again.

   At this time, what Su Mingan saw was a gorgeous picture scroll composed of people.

  Beside him, leaning against the railing with him, the three people who did not speak were quiet three people.

   After a day of intense play, when they came to the last attraction, they seemed to fall into an eerie silence.

   It seems that just standing here quietly, not going anywhere, not talking, is already very beautiful.

   The "click" of the camera kept sounding behind them, and other people were taking pictures with each other. Here, the happiness and joy between people seemed to be able to communicate without any obstruction.

The    breeze blew the red rope behind their heads, the masks tilted slightly, revealing a corner of their young faces, and they raised their hands together in tacit understanding to straighten the masks.

   After noticing the movements that were too synchronized with each other, someone finally couldn't help but laughed.

   His laughter broke the frozen silence, like a stone falling into a calm lake.

"Su Ming'an." Nuoer's laughter was very loud, and it came out unhindered through the stuffy mask, he arranged the golden pigtails behind his head, and the smile in his tone was warm: "Are you happy today? "

   (end of this chapter)