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Chapter 1157 Chapter 1155·"Tenacious ending (Part 2)"

Tears suddenly burst out, and your heart, which had been indifferent for a hundred years, suddenly fluctuated violently. You shouted like a collapse: "——Su Ming'an! You always respect other people's wishes to die, why don't you respect mine this time??"

His eyes fluctuated: "Because...it's not necessary this time."

He can do it, so you don't need to die.

He knows that you actually don't want to die at all.

You squatted down and buried your head in your knees.

You can't tell whether the feeling in your heart is pain or emotion, anger or relief. You don't want him to see your vulnerability, or he'll see your need to live. You can't let him find out.

I can only cry this once... only this time...

You held him so tightly that you almost stopped breathing. It wasn't until your shoulders stopped shaking and even the snow stopped faintly that you slowly raised your head...

Under the blue moonlight, the young man still stood quietly beside him. Behind him, stood a long, ethereal white figure.

"God, do it, please." Su Mingan said.

You open your eyes wide.

The god stretches out his hand and looks at you with his cold silver eyes, gradually peeling off the memory of Su Ming'an in your mind...

Su Mingan wants to erase your memory about him again.

"Su Ming'an! You selfish guy! Wait-" You yelled and backed away.

The god is silent, and he will only choose the plan that maximizes benefits. Now he only listens to Su Ming'an's ideas, because at this time Su Ming'an is the leader of the Millennium Project.

You can feel that Su Ming'an's mental state is almost paranoid. Under the weight of excessive emotions, he is no longer normal.

However, other people's madness is reflected in killing, smashing, and injuring more people. And his madness is only reflected in - keeping you.

...Su Mingan, Su Mingan!

The memories in my mind were stripped away bit by bit. At that moment, your breathing was stagnant, and you were desperately trying to hold on to something.

...Su Mingan?

...Su()?

...()?

The face of the black-haired young man in front of you has become unfamiliar, and his pupils no longer make you miss him.

Such a familiar name, such a kind person... But why don't you recognize him?

"I can't..." The last struggle was lost in the cry, and tears flowed from your eyes.

The night was silent.

Su Mingan hugged you who was unconscious and smoothed the frown on your brows. He smiled slightly, as if he had finally achieved a successful rescue, and whispered softly into your ear:

"This way... you will never die."

In this way, he finally stopped the train even once. This group of liars who had no regard for their lives, the liars who lied to him that he would not die, the liars who were destined to die violently... at least one of them was finally saved by him.

There was a rare joy on his face, which was a kind of madness that was almost obsessive, like an instrument on the verge of losing control, or the last ray of fireworks in the dark night.

He was finally... no longer powerless and helpless. Those destined death sentences were finally reversed by him.

Best of both worlds, great.

"Go to sleep when you're tired, Chaoyan." He caressed your eyelids:

"Leave everything to me. At least...I'm not a liar."

…

[Act 2. 】

The protagonist is sober and crazy.

He knows the possible consequences of each of his actions, he knows what to do to maximize benefits, and he also knows his own madness. He is willing to bear every consequence and cost of maximizing interests.

It's as if he has become the god who wanted to erase Su Ming'an's memory. In order to survive, he made you indulge in a dream.

…

The steam age is declining again, and time has returned to the past 515 years.

Pansies are blooming outside the window, and your mind goes blank.

In this life, your memory has been completely wiped out and you can't remember anything. So you didn't take the initiative to look for anyone, but returned to your roots and lived in a family. Adoptive parents treat you very well, just like they would their biological daughter.

You opened a painting academy, adopted several orphans, and lived an ordinary and happy life. There's just something vaguely missing in your heart, and every time you dream back at midnight, a certain voice always comes to mind in your ears.

【? ? : We have met. Maybe... in your dream. 】

【? ? : Even if you become a star, I will still remember you. 】

【? ? : Chaoyan, next big week, don’t forget me...don’t forget my name, don’t forget my appearance...]

【? ? : The princess saves the prince, which is also a very good story. The two protagonists will definitely have a happy ending. 】

…

One year has passed, ten years have passed, thirty years have passed... In the cold winter of 554, your body suddenly became very weak. This is the consequence of not using the authority of life, but you don't care, it is destined anyway. The time to be traced back.

You have enjoyed a happy life in peace and adopted many children. You are known as the "Painting Fairy", and many people come to visit you and worship you as their teacher.

In the severe winter of 555, you were lying on the bed, and your family members gathered around the bed and asked you what your wish was.

You still think of him, even though you still can't remember his appearance or name.

"Grandma, what are you thinking about?" The child walked to your bed: "Are you still thinking about that person? Why do you always think about him when you can't remember him?"

Your heart is clenched and you feel the urge to cry. The child in front of you was adopted based on your vague impression. Occasionally...you can see his shadow in children.

It's not that you miss him very much, it's just that you don't want to... be left behind by someone with a heavy responsibility.

In a daze, you seem to see a pair of eyes... It has been too long, and all that remains in your memory is his obsidian-like pupils.

You sense that the end is approaching, so you kick all the children out and lie in bed alone, spending your last moments in silence.

The pansies outside the window have long since withered, and the sycamore has dropped its last leaf. You unfolded the scroll bit by bit, caressing the person without facial features in the painting, and suddenly felt regretful.

Yes, your life is peaceful. You are famous all over the world, you have students all over the world, you have painted hundreds of masterpieces and trained thousands of painters. You have adoptive parents who love you, a sensible apprentice, and a close painter friend. but……

"...It's so dark." Your vision gradually darkens, and your physical life gradually comes to an end.

White hair is flying, and your breathing is a little weak.

at this time,

There is a person pushing the door and walking towards you.

Her black hair is flowing, and her eyes are like the sea, bringing the atmosphere of sunshine and sunflowers. He looked at you with tender eyes that he had never seen before.

"...You're here, Su..." You leaned weakly against the head of the bed, your throat almost speechless.

"Yes." Su Mingan squatted down and touched your thin bones: "I won't leave, I'm here to find you."

You forced a smile, maybe it was ugly: "...that's great, so I won't have any regrets..."

Su Ming'an hugged you gently, and there was a medicinal smell in the air. He whispered in your ear and promised: "I will never abandon you again."

The voice is so gentle and addictive.

"...Thank you, Qin Ying." You said.

"Su Mingan's" fingers froze, and her nails were embedded in her palms, bleeding.

"How did you...see that I'm not Su Ming'an's?" Qin Ying let go of his hand: "Obviously there are no holes in my disguise."

"It just feels like you are not him." You smiled, with blood flowing from the corner of your mouth: "Thank you for trying to make up for my last regret, but you are not him after all. He can't come to me in the end. As long as he makes a decision, he will It's hard to change. As long as he doesn't want to see me...even in the end, he won't relent...he just wants me alive so much."

Qin Ying lowered her eyes.

The smile you showed just now was the brightest smile he has seen from you in the past few decades. But it doesn't belong to him.

"Do you still have... any wishes? Teacher." Qin Ying said.

You said: "Your true identity should be Xiao Ying. Can you figure out Xiao Ying's personality?"

Qin Ying nodded, closed his eyes, and remained silent for dozens of seconds before opening his eyes: "Hello."

You say: "Hello."

Hello, Xiao Ying. Even if we meet again in completely different positions, I know that you will meet some of my requirements. After all, we were friends once.

Moreover, our goals...are all for the same person.

"What do you want... to say." Xiao Ying looked at the old you on the bed and couldn't figure out why you made yourself look like this. Why should we insist on searching for the blank space in our memory when we can obviously have a happy vacation? Obviously Lord Angel has said that you are no longer needed.

You closed your eyes for a moment, the silver threads drifted, and you smiled slightly.

You think of your life over the past few decades, and you sincerely thank Su Ming'an... This is indeed a very happy life, but this is enough, this is fine. No amount of warmth can be expected.

"In my life, I have kind elders, sensible juniors, and best friends." You spoke slowly.

This is indeed a perfect ending to life.

but,

You still don’t want to leave the guy at the front behind.

You are favored by the world, you have the right to life, and you live as long as the rest of the world - but the quality of life is more reflected in thickness than length.

You hope that you can make more people happy, including him.

"But fate shouldn't be like this. The perfect ending did not belong to me from the beginning. Although I am favored by the world, I need to face the future head-on." You said.

Su Mingan cannot save this era alone. It is too difficult.

Only if you share the burden for him can this world have a way forward.

Only if you fight side by side with him can this world be more ideal.

You do not belong to happiness. After all, the probability is too small, too small.

After hearing this, Xiao Ying was silent for a long time, seeming to be impressed by your willingness to sacrifice, and then said after a while: "So, what do you want me to do. Or... what do you want 'you' to do."

You listened and said something.

"I understand. I will help you retain your memories in the next life. After all, my memories will not be erased and can be transferred to you." He nodded and was about to open the door and leave. At this time, he suddenly turned back, glanced at you again, and asked from the bottom of his heart:

"——Isn't a happy ending bad?"

If it were him, it would be great to live happily with his mother. He will not be obsessed with the most correct and effective path like Chaoyan.

But you just had crooked eyebrows and wrinkles on your face, and said slowly:

"...and I don't want to."

I am proud and idealistic.

I don't want false happiness.

I don't want to die in vain.

I don’t want to be deceived in my life.

I don't want to lose this game.

I didn’t want to leave him alone at the front.

Xiao Ying, you are the one who can retain memories. Please let me, after going back in time, remember all this and achieve the effect of loading files.

please.

I hope that people like Su Mingan, Yueyue... will be happy, and this happiness is not equal to anything, it is unique.

They are travelers from another world and do not need to pay the price for us.

All you have to do is...sacrifice me.

…

[Act III. 】

If a gun appears in the first act, it will go off in the third act.

…

Su Mingan stared at the remaining 21 hours, feeling a splitting headache, and the accumulated emotions settled in his mind, almost tearing him to pieces.

When he set foot on the land of Baoting City again, a girl with black hair and blue eyes stood on the airship and stopped him.

"Would you like to hold my hand and call me morning glory?" You smiled and stretched out your hand towards him.

"No matter how many times you leave me, I will always catch up."

"What if you are a liar who wants to take away my memory."

"please……"

"Take me on a journey, hero."

"This time, I got you."

…

[Final act. 】

The snow will stop.

Everything will get better.

…

Taking on emotions is a painful thing, and the pain alone can drive people crazy. In order to help you persevere, he borrowed the power of faith from the Eye of the Old and made a promise to you.

"I curse you." He stared into your eyes that showed no regret: "No pain, no feeling, no death."

With the spirit of words added to your body, you won't feel the pain anymore.

You put on the Eyes of the Old, put your fingers on his forehead, and transferred his emotions. A steady stream of water flows from him into your body, and your face becomes pale, but fortunately you feel no pain.

"Then I want to bless you..." You said softly: "You can feel pain, you can die and you can be destroyed."

Compared to his serious words, this sentence was just a humorous joke from you, but his eyes seemed to be slightly red.

You are still on this path.

He looked at you quietly.

But you smiled, your eyebrows curved like moonlight.

…

[The girl held the medicine bowl and asked: "I curse you, painless, unconscious, immortal - what is the next sentence of this sentence?\