Chapter 893 Chapter 891 · "What color do you like?"

"Come here and bandage it." Su Mingan saw the blood on Su Luoluo's arm and asked her to sit down.

Su Luoluo did not cry and watched him quietly bandaging the wound. Behind her is the small home that has been reduced to ruins. All the photos that held memories, all the diaries she wrote when she was a child, and all the trinkets she treasured in iron boxes, disappeared.

 “It turns out that I am so small.” She said softly.

Su Mingan paused with his fingers and quickly continued to bandage.

“I originally thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I could do anything. I have been working as an anchor and working hard to make money...building my little family bit by bit, making a little bit every day, making a little bit every day.” Surolo said in a low voice:

“As a result, just when I thought everything was fine. My carefully decorated small home, the piggy bank where I had saved all my money for more than ten years...and my father. They were all gone.”

 “There is nothing left.”

Su Mingan pulled out the glass piece and hissed softly.

"When I was young, I heard that the most expensive thing in the world is a villa. I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I would definitely be able to live in a villa in the future, so I loudly announced to everyone I met that I would live in a villa. My relatives all looked at me with smiles, which I thought was a blessing. , now I understand that it is the look in the eyes of a child." Su Luoluo lowered his head and said to himself:

“‘From the time you were born here, you were destined not to live in a villa for the rest of your life’—this is what their eyes told me.”

“When I was a child, I thought I could change the world. But when I grow up, I realize that I am so insignificant. As long as a little accident happens, everything can be reduced to nothing.”

“If I hadn’t met you, little Yunduo, do you think it would be possible for me to live in a big villa?”

Su Mingan was silent.

He knew that the "villa" in Su Luoluo's mouth was just an image. She wanted to break through her destiny as an ordinary person and leave this imprisoned small town. But if Su Wensheng had never met Su Luoluo, it was really unlikely that she would have changed her fate.

 The most likely outcome for her is to squeeze herself out, keep dreaming around to earn money for her family, endure malicious words from netizens every day, and point out her appearance, body, and character, and finally die of a mental breakdown from overwork.

A half-drunk bottle of wine rolled at their feet, and the clear wine flowed out, reflecting a gilded light in the sunlight.

Su Luoluo stared blankly at the wine on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

 Ears were filled with people's harsh cries, and no one could accept the sudden departure of their loved ones.

 The newly built house, the newly planted garden, the newly carefully prepared small home...are all gone. The city is like a ruins that has been smashed by people, and there is pain everywhere.

Li Mingyue has been standing quietly among the ruins, silently watching the people of Limin who are howling on the ground, looking at the devastated land, watching the mother dragging out the body of the child, and watching the couple hugging each other after surviving the disaster. , looking at the gray-haired old man walking hand in hand in the ruins.

 Watching people laugh because their loved ones survived, watching people cry because of loss, and watching the dullness and numbness in people’s eyes.

 Under the fading blood-colored sunlight, white hair rises like flowing wind.

 “Click.”

 The glass fragments were removed and Su Mingan put a bandage on it.

“You can tolerate pain very well,” Su Mingan said.

 While he was treating the wound, Su Luoluo didn't scream. Even at this time, she subconsciously controlled her emotions and did not cause trouble to others.

“I’m used to it.” Su Luoluo blinked his dim purple eyes.

“You can stay at my house from now on. There haven’t been any bombs in my house yet,” Su Mingan said.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. After I become popular as an anchor, I will find a way to move out. I won't trouble you too much." Surolo said in a low voice.

 “You are not a burden.” Su Mingan said.

　　　…”

 “I don’t regard people as a burden.” Su Mingan said.

　　　…”

“Not to mention you are an excellent anchor.” Su Mingan said.

　　　…”

 “Cry if you want to,” Su Mingan said.

 The girl lowered her head, her short black hair hanging by her ears, and her cheeks still had scars from the flames. There were seven pieces of broken glass on her arm, one of which almost pierced her bones. Any seven-foot tall man would have howled, but when Su Mingan pulled these out, she didn't scream or cry.

 When she saw the tragic scene of her father’s death and incomplete body, she was stunned for a moment and did not cry.

 She still did not cry after seeing the house that contained all her savings and emotions reduced to rubble.

It wasn't until Su Mingan said, "Cry if you want to" that she burst into tears as if a nerve had been touched.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-"

At first it was just a small whimper, and then it quickly turned into a full-blown cry.

　　The cry was like sparks in the air. Her cry mixed with the howls of others, like cumulonimbus clouds that gradually accumulated, floating on the scarred land, gradually filling the air.

 The figures kneeling on the ground and digging frantically were hidden in the wind that was gradually starting to set off the prairie fire, like living tombstones.

 Blood flows on the land, like natural blood and soil.

 The bullets are etched into the craters like scars carved into bones.

At this moment, no one cared about the ban of "no crying in public" anymore. Everyone cried bitterly, hugging each other in the fire and smoke, as if they were integrated into flesh and blood, hugging each other tightly, the crying spread like an infection. .

 The girl cried loudly like a child, while Su Mingan sat aside in silence.

 “Dad, dad…”

"Actually, I also hope that you are a good father...I...I really hope that you can return to your normal self."

"I want... to go to the park with you and have a picnic with our family like I did when I was a kid. I'm obviously still looking forward to it - I think when I make money and become a big anchor, you won't be as crazy about money as you are now. —Even if the hope is small, I still look forward to it..."

“I haven’t become a big anchor yet… I haven’t made a lot of money yet… I haven’t let you see my success yet…”

"Why is there a war? Why...why..."

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

 Intermittently, howling, whimpering, trembling, roaring, coughing.

All sorrow is like a wildly raging river, connected with everyone’s pain at this moment, like a never-ending ocean current.

Tears slid down her rough cheeks. This face was covered with traces of smoke and fire. The tears hurt when touched. The severe pain fell down her cheeks and into her heart, like a rapidly falling boulder of fate.

Under the boulder of fate, the helpless girl covered her face, first sobbed a few times, and then burst into tears.

  Similar to her howling, there are thousands of similar cases of broken families.

 “Dad, dad—”

"Mother-"

 “Grandma, grandma—”

Thousands of sounds gather together and form an array into an ocean.

Under the fading blood-colored sunlight, blood-stained glass shards fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

 “Click.”

 …

 The gods are watching this from a distance, but they don’t care.

 …

 …

Su Mingan sent Su Luoluo back home.

 The girl fell asleep in bed. She had low blood sugar and her face was as pale as a death.

When Su Mingan was hanging up her coat, she found a corner of the medicine box that seemed to be some kind of psychotropic drug. It seemed that she had been affected by the disease for a long time.

 【Please call me Miss Demon King】The live broadcast can only be suspended today. Because Su Luoluo couldn't say that the reason for the suspension was the war, otherwise his real address would be discovered. She could only lie and say she was sick.

After the reason for the leave was sent out, a bunch of viewers who were waiting for help left messages:

　　【Miss Demon King, please take care of yourself, we are waiting for you. 】

【have a good rest. 】

　　【The anchor just became popular and then became a loser? 】

  【Are you sick? You can't make excuses, you didn't look so energetic yesterday. 】

　　　【Who knows, many people become popular and then drift away. 】

I see that many anchors have asked for leave today. The news said that many cities have been bombed recently. I don’t know which force is responsible for it. Isn’t this the reason why anchors are asking for leave? 】

　　【Is there such a thing? Isn't the war far away from us? 】

　　【…】

 The leave request note was edited by Su Mingan for Su Luoluo. Su Luoluo's sudden popularity aroused the jealousy of his peers, and many people left malicious comments. Some people said that she must have sold it to get the favor of the No. 1 Dream Patroller.

Su Mingan turned off the computer, opened the door, and found that Li Mingyue still hadn't left.

 The white-haired man is dressed in pure white, like an angel in the dusty light.

"Wen Sheng." Li Mingyue said: "The world is very big. It is human nature to express negative emotions, and you cannot change everyone. Unless you also use coercive violence to stop them."

Su Mingan vaguely noticed that Li Mingyue knew which anchor Su Luoluo was.

"But even if you can kill a hundred people, a thousand people...ten million, a hundred million people, even if you kill them non-stop, you will still kill tens of millions of times." Li Mingyue said:

“Similarly, even if we save people non-stop and save them over and over again, these tragedies will not end. Situations like this city will only happen thousands of times.”

“Unless you can start from the source, from the most fundamental problem, and completely eliminate these tragedies.”

"Godfather..." Su Mingan vaguely understood.

Li Mingyue was telling him in a subtle way that only by overcoming the gods could he change everything.

"You have decided to take the college entrance examination, and I will not stop you. But if you can't take it anymore, remember to put a coat on yourself." Li Mingyue said:

“If you can’t bear it anymore, put on another one.”

"Only you can know whether you are cold or warm. Whether you need to add another coat - as long as you are not wrapped up in clothes so that you cannot see your true appearance, then you will always play the safest role. .”

Su Mingan heard the implicit meaning - Li Mingyue seemed to be talking about Su Wensheng's thousand-layer vest, rather than simple clothes.

“Godfather, have you put on your ‘coat’ yet?” Su Mingan said.

 Li Mingyue’s line of sight moved slightly:

“A long time ago, a long time ago. Human beings have put on countless coats.”

 He changed the topic and suddenly asked: "Wen Sheng, what color do you like?"

Su Mingan was startled for a moment: "White."

Li Mingyue shook her head: "Next time, remember, never expose your true preferences and shortcomings at any time."

“If you really want to leave this small town, there will be an infinite weight on your shoulders. At that time, if someone takes something you care about and threatens you - you will only face the tram problem.”

“Everything you care about will become a bargaining chip for the enemy to bind you.”

Su Mingan was silent for a while.

Li Mingyue asked again: "Wen Sheng, what color do you like now?"

Su Mingan replied softly: "...I don't have a favorite color."

"correct answer."

 Turn around from Mingyue and walk towards the direction of the sun.

The spire of the church is looming in the sunlight. Even from an extremely distance, the highest part of this majestic and majestic building can still be exposed. The dark spire is accompanied by faint glazed tiles, flooding it with the magnificent brilliance of rainbow colors.

White doves are flying through the violent dust, and the pure white shadow of the man is disappearing in the flooding light, gradually getting further away.

Su Mingan stood at the door and slowly closed the door, blocking out the brilliant light under the sky.

There is something urgent at school, we will update tomorrow.

　　

 (End of this chapter)