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Chapter 1269 Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-six·[The Magpie and the Unmanned Poem (Part 1)]

[Act 1·\u003cLittle Magpie\u003e]

[The adults said, you must be a brave man. 】

[Hold the sharpest sword in the village, run the fastest in the countryside, fly the highest on the cliff, go through countless training and sweat, and finally defeat the evil devil. 】

[But he doesn’t want to be a brave man, he just wants to be a little magpie on the roadside. 】

[He climbed up the rocks and sang, sketched in the fields, rowed a boat to collect scenery, and painted on rocks... The adults criticized him for being idle, unable to become a brave man, and would eventually become mediocre. 】

"But in life, you are the most important." He said: "If you can't become the fastest runner, just keep moving forward. If you can't become the highest flyer, just don't fall into the cliff." . Ordinary people like me should always be allowed to exist in the world.”]

[The adults looked at him disapprovingly, as if life was a machine in their eyes. Studying, practicing martial arts, running for bravery, getting married, having children, inheriting the next generation of bravery... Every step must be geared together, and if you make a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss. 】

[But he laughed: "Leave the limelight to others, I just need to shout and cheer behind the brave men. What do you expect a little magpie to do? Magpies can only eat wheat. Magpies cannot defeat tigers and tigers." "Lion's."

…

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

He was in a white space, with nothing around him, just endless blankness.

"Where is this?" He clutched the quill and walked forward: "Where did the quill take me..."

He soon realized something was wrong, his height...

He looked down and saw that his long, slightly curly blond hair was spread over his shoulders. He was wearing a long white coat and trousers. He was about 1.4 meters tall.

He opened the mirror and saw an indistinguishable androgynous face belonging to a child, with long golden slightly curly hair, azure eyes, and green facial features.

...How did he become a child?

At this time, in this white space, a person walked towards him.

The man had long purple hair and golden eyes as hot as the sun. His hair is a little messy, but it has a natural curl, like a masterpiece of spring and warm wind. He is wearing a burgundy vest and an off-white robe, embroidered with embroidered patterns of musical notes and birds, and several random manuscripts. The ground was stuffed into the satchel on his waist, with a few ink spots exposed, and a small golden lyre was carried behind his back.

He is similar in age to Su Mingan at this time, about eleven or twelve years old.

"...Si Que?" Su Mingan said in surprise.

This purple-haired boy looks like Si Que when he was a child.

Su Ming'an wanted to rewrite the story of Bairi Floating City. Why did he see Si Que when he was a child?

The purple-haired boy stopped in front of Su Ming'an, but his eyes passed through him, as if he hadn't seen him. He sat down and spoke to the air:

"...Good morning, the sun is very nice today, the wheat ears are ripe, and I smell the aroma of baking bread in the village."

"Many children have grown up, and Uncle Hunter is training them. They always run around the mountain for several laps, so tired that they sweat profusely. And I lean on the treetops, watching them train, and occasionally write poems. "

"Of course, there are always gossips. Grandma Martha, who sells soy sauce, said that I have no future. Uncle Raman, a hunter, scolded me for being idle. Teacher Pei'er persuaded me to go to school, saying that if I don't learn how to swing a sword like other children of the same age, I will take the exam in the future. If you don’t leave the village, you won’t become a respected warrior, and you will be mediocre all your life.”

Su Mingan reached out to touch little Sique, but found that there was an invisible barrier between them.

In this white space, he could see little Sique, but little Sique couldn't see him.

Little Sique was talking to himself while writing and drawing on the manuscript paper.

"Sometimes, I feel confused...Does not being a brave mean that my life is worthless? Do we simply live to survive? Or do we live to be admired by others or to achieve social significance?" He is very young, but he is thinking about this question:

"Then, if this is really the reason, 99% of Rovasha's tens of billions of individuals are dispensable. Even if they are wiped out of their social significance and disappear from this world, they will not cause any fluctuations."

"On the basis of satisfying one's own basic material conditions and the survival of physical functions, and personal wishes tend not to value the admiration of others and social recognition, life becomes a journey, and there is no need to chase anything or achieve anything."

"It doesn't matter if you don't become a brave man, just let those who are willing to chase chase... I just want to write poetry."

Little Sique changed his sitting position and buried his head in writing on the manuscript paper.

Su Mingan walked over and saw little Sique drawing. It was a... food chain.

…

【Act 2·〈Food Chain〉】

[Little Magpie once felt that many of Luo Vasha’s things were unreasonable. 】

[For example, the food chain. 】

[The most powerful Khajiit warrior in the village cannot break the protective feathers of the Celestial Clan babies even if he trains for a lifetime. And the Celestial Clan babies can crush them into meat pies with just a move of their fingers. 】

[Some people's finish line is just someone else's starting line... No, not even the starting line can be reached. 】

[Yesterday, Oppa, a young man in the village, told him that although he was only a teenager, Oppa felt that his life as a beast had come to an end, and that only about one hour out of 24 hours a day belonged to him. The rest of the time is spent on training, relationships, and work... It has been a long time since I last felt happy emotions, and I only feel tired when I do nothing. Oppa feels that he is just a replica no different from other people, and he can see his future life from the people around him. 】

[Life is a terrible game, 95% of people are just NPCs on the roadside. 】

[He advised Opa: "Then paint on the treetops like me." Opa shook his head and said that he was wasting his life. 】

[He asked Opal: "Are you taking advantage of life like this?"

[Oppa was confused and said: "No, but I don't know what to do. It seems that this is the only way I have left. If I take a rest, there will be no place for me in the blacksmith shop in the future, and my life will be different." It’s even more painful than it is now, and I can’t even get married. If I don’t do it, there are people who do it.”]

【Pain, and more pain. 】

[Most people in the village seem to be wandering between these two emotions. 】

[He vaguely felt that this was wrong. The food chain should not exist. The differences between races were too great. But he didn't know how to change it. 】

[He asked the adults, and they all said, "As long as the children practice well, they will become warriors in the future. Don't worry about other things. Only obedient children will have candy.\