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Chapter 1284 Chapter 1,281·"HE·A White Story"

The real reason swirled around in his mind, and he swallowed it and forced out a reason.

In fact, He wanted to wait until Si Que was no longer so busy... They went to the Sun Garden together to see the golden petals and white dandelions flying in the sky.

His birth was due to Si Que's sudden inspiration when he passed by the Sun Garden one day. Therefore, Qi Jue wanted to see... what kind of scenery he was born from.

He remembered what he had seen with his own eyes before - an OC did something that made Si Que extremely disgusted, and was wiped out by Si Que himself. He was thinking about how he could avoid this outcome.

If you can know why you were born, you may be able to know why you may be rejected.

In this way, He could avoid the sad ending and stay with Sique all the time.

…

On this day, Si Que collapsed at the table.

Si Que has been getting weaker and weaker recently, and even Qi Jue doesn't know what he is doing. After Qi Jue helped him to the bed, Si Que pulled his sleeve:

"...What do you think of the story "Floating City in the White Sun"?"

This is the first time Si Que asked Qi Jue what he thought of the Twelve Stories.

Qi Jue: "I feel that the little girl named Siyi is very pitiful. She has done nothing wrong, but she is destined to bear the mission of starting reincarnation."

Si Que lowered his eyelids, his face was rosy, and a wet towel was spread on his forehead. His voice was hoarse: "...Yes, you have done nothing wrong, but why should you bear such a mission?"

Qi Jue: "Actually, I think, from an ideal point of view, we can work together to solve the problem of the floating city - for example, adults can bring in outsiders, and children can also help adults... Although this family-friendly ending is a bit tacky, But for people in the floating city, they would definitely choose a happy ending instead of an endless reincarnation. Reincarnation is indeed wonderful, but it is too sad.”

He said a lot in one breath, and after he finished speaking, he looked at Si Que with bright eyes, like a puppy eager to be praised.

Si Que: "Really... It's another conflict between tragedy and excitement."

Si Que's breath was hot, his dim golden eyes were half-open, a series of coughs came out of his throat, and blood flowed out.

At this moment, Qi Jue seemed to have seen hell.

She is the Goddess of life. He can extend the life of all things, make the dying alive and kicking instantly, and keep diseases away.

He can save almost anyone.

But the only thing He can't do is,

——Healing his creator, Si Que.

As a creature, He cannot feed back to the Creator. He can only watch, and He can only watch forever.

You can't get to the side of the creator, and you can't fall into the eyes of the creator.

He restored his goddess form and sat silently beside Si Que, trying to use his strong life breath to improve Si Que's body, even just a little bit...

He didn't ask why Si Que was so weak and remained silently by his side.

In order to make Si Que feel better, she abandoned her "Qi Jue" appearance and accepted her identity as the goddess of life. She became no longer special, just a dignified and sacred goddess.

Having lost her uniqueness, she would probably be rejected by Sique...but she still silently became Lottasha, because the goddess's vitality might make Sique feel more comfortable.

He wanted Si Que alive.

He became boring, and that was okay.

Si Que: "...cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Lotasha: "Are you okay?"

Si Que: "I know... you have always been worried about being rejected by me. This is the reason why you really want to stay by my side."

Lotasha: "!"

He wanted to say, not so. But he was unable to refute... He was indeed afraid that Si Que would abandon him. But it was not just this reason that drove Him to stay, otherwise He would not have returned to the goddess form.

Si Que: "Lotasha...hold my hand."

Lothasha: "Qi Jue."

Si Que: "Yes, Qi Jue."

Lotasha held Si Que's hand, and his hand became a little dry...you could even feel the clear shape of the bones.

Si Que: "I promise, I will not abandon you."

Lotharsha: "...!!"

He felt something beating in his chest.

Si Que: "But I can't promise whether I will erase you. I am erasing you not because I hate you, but because you have made an unforgivable mistake. If the mistake is not reversed, something terrible will happen. ”

Lotharsha: "...I understand."

Si Que: "I am a very bad person, aren't I?"

Lothasha: "I don't know. At least I respect you and admire you now. Maybe until the day you kill me, I will think you are bad. So, please don't let me think you are bad... This It’s my only wish.”

Si Que: "It's time for you to leave. The story is about to begin, and the protagonist is about to take the stage. The goddess of life is an indispensable part."

Lotharsha: "You want me to go, right? But your body..."

Si Que: "Cough... cough cough cough! You have to believe in the magpie's strong vitality. It's time for you to set off... You shouldn't stay with me forever, you should live your own life."

Lothasha: "Then please let me spend one last night with you."

That night, the kerosene lamp was always on, and the firewood in the fireplace was glowing with orange-red flames.

The goddess sat silently on the table, still in the place where He was born, watching Si Que sleeping soundly on the bed. But the difference is that when He was born, He was a lazy green-haired young man, sitting on the table with his legs crossed. Now, He is a goddess with straight shoulders and a straight back, with sorrow in her eyes. Dignified, sacred, and serious.

When He quietly went out to find medicine, Si Que's hoarse voice came from the bed.

"Qi Jue."

Lottasha did not hear this sentence.

Si Que: "... Wait until everything is settled, until we don't have to write stories anymore..."

Si Que: "Wait until that moment... cough, cough cough cough!"

Si Que: "I will accompany you to the sunflower garden to see, and there are... white dandelions. I can accompany you to walk in the white for ten minutes. You said that this way you can get... pure happiness."

Si Que: "I don't quite understand what that means. From a literary point of view, it should be a single, pure, real, and visible happiness. Is that what you have always longed for? You have been with me for so long. Soon... I will realize it for you."

Si Que: "The white color of Yunwu Island was too mixed before, maybe we haven't got pure happiness yet."

Si Que: "After you get what you want... maybe, pure happiness will come."

Si Que: "..."

Si Que: "Cough cough cough... cough cough cough cough cough! ! "

Si Que: "I don't want to erase you at all. I don't want to call you OC, you are living beings, and I love you."

Si Que: "You are really... the best."

...

That day, Lotasha left Si Que's house.

The sky was particularly blue, and the clear yellow clouds reflected His green pupils.

The wooden house, iron pipes, grids and steam formed an iron gray and dark red space, which was complex and exquisite. There was a beautiful lavender at the door and wisteria on the roof.

He set off, and according to Si Que's words, let the name of the goddess of life Lotasha Ocasi Sylvia resound throughout Luowasha. More and more believers began to believe in Him, and they sang those illusory poems and hymns, while He had to sit on the throne and be meticulous.

Most of the time, He was a qualified goddess of life, compassionate to the world, enlightening life... Occasionally, He dared to transform into Qi Jue and live for himself for more than ten minutes.

At this time, He would think-did he get it wrong? Maybe Si Que meant for Him to live out His true self, instead of being a rigid goddess?

But He looked back-but couldn't find Si Que.

Si Que was gone.

Until one day, the God of the End of All Things came to His dream and tempted Him.

——"Si Que wants to see you live out your true self, Qi Jue." The words of the God of the End of All Things pierced His heart as soon as they came out.

——"What should I... do?" Lotasha was at a loss.

——"Become the free Qi Jue, not the rigid Lotasha. Tell him...you have already pursued freedom."

——"But how can I see him? I haven't seen him for too long."

——"One day, Xi Ting will summon you, and you will descend in the land of the dead. You can tell him about your loneliness and waiting, and show him your growth and freedom... Believe me, he will be proud of you."

——"Then, can we go to the sunflower garden together? Will he not hate me?"

——"Of course, you will have pure happiness."

...

[The green-haired young man on the high platform looked at Su Mingan softly. ]

[His eyes were the same green as Lotasha's. ]

["Si Que." Qi Jue opened and closed his mouth, and the goddess of life floating above his head laughed. The two voices overlapped, as if one person was telling a story, with the youth's immaturity and the magic of female bewitching. 】

【"I really like your views on the goddess of life... and me, Si Que."】"

...

——So, little magpie, we meet again, and you really don't dislike me, that's great.

At that time, the time we spent together, the poems we recited together, the bookshelf I organized for you, the ink I ground for you...

Now, you are back.

Can I finally run to you?

...

【Su Mingan opened his eyes.

In front of him was the floating white light dust.

The feather pen in his palm pierced through Qi Jue's chest like a purple-gold velvet knife. The white light dots fluttered around them, like a heavy snowfall of the source of life. Su Mingan's expression on his face maintained compassion, his golden eyes were slightly drooped, and his purple long hair was stained with blood. 】

...

"...I don't understand." Green hair flowed on the ground, Qi Jue's chest was bleeding, looking at Su Mingan.

He couldn't understand.

Just as he couldn't understand his own meaning.

Just as he couldn't understand how far the sunflower garden was.

Why is it so far away... after thousands of years, He still hasn't arrived?

Why do we have to miss everything?

He stretched out his hand with all his strength, touched the feather pen in Su Mingan's hand, looked at the pen eagerly, with clear confusion in his eyes.

"... I don't understand... "He sat up slowly from the ground, his body moved forward little by little, and the torrent of life in the sky floated like snowflakes.

Then,

He grabbed Su Mingan's wrist, tightly and hotly.

"I don't understand." He repeated it again, and his voice began to tremble.

Can you... give me an answer? Tell me, what exactly did I do wrong to make you angry, and you want to erase me.

What unforgivable thing did I do that caused me to be cut off on my way to you?

When will we be able to return to that hut and still sing the same poems as before? Or, when can we set off to the sun garden full of white dandelions and walk quietly for ten minutes?

…

——My creator.

Why do you want to kill me?

…

"..."

Qi Jue just stared at the quill and slowly, slowly lowered his head.

The moment He stopped breathing, the abundant life flow around Him dispersed, and his slender figure turned into white light and disappeared.

——Like a swirling white snow.

But no matter how suspicious Qi Jue asked, the purple-haired young man in front of him remained silent. He didn't know that the person in front of him was not the old person, and Su Ming'an couldn't give him an answer.

Perhaps if Si Que was here, Si Que could still answer his last question, but unfortunately, it was Su Ming'an who came back at this moment.

When Qi Jue's figure completely disappeared, Su Mingan lowered his head and a drop of water fell on his finger.

Hot and moist.

"...Who is it?" He couldn't tell who was crying and touched the corners of his eyes, which seemed to be splashed with blood. If Si Que is crying, why is Si Que crying?

But if Qi Jue cried in the end, what was Qi Jue crying about?

He had no way of knowing.

The purple-haired young man bathed in the pure snow. The thick white life stream brought by Qi Jue's death surrounded him. At this moment, in this white snow——

He raised his head and looked at the dome where the skylight had fallen, and everything he could see was pure white.

——In this pure whiteness, if he walks for ten minutes, will pure happiness come to him?

…

…It’s so far away and so painful.

But He could no longer reach that sun garden.

…

"Ding dong!"

[You have reached the (Lotasha) character ending: HE·A White Story]

["...White, walk for ten minutes, and you will have pure happiness.\