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Chapter 144HE·Gardenia Blossoms”

The old man seemed to see a ship in the far east, heading towards this world.

The moonlight rose, burning the torrent of the sea and the blue of the sky, breaking through the icebergs, and spreading the magnificent whiteness to the world.

At the end of the wide skyline, it quietly watched everything rise and fall.

Compared with this, the figure of the old man looking out seemed so small.

He wanted to fly with the wind, wanted to jump off the mountain, wanted to climb the sky, wanted to do everything that mortals can do. Things that cannot be done. However, he was bound and his throat was blocked, and he could only stare at the grand and noble moonlight.

A beam of moonlight fell into his palm, and he lowered his head, seeing the silver moonlight flowing through his fingers and his eyes, surging like a stream.

At this moment, his chest seemed to have the same surge, and its name was "eternity".

Dongdong, Dongdong.

Dongdong, Dongdong.

…

"【…The boy walked a long, long way, holding an oil lamp, and finally walked in the direction he was familiar with.】”

"【He saw a wasteland with white seagulls, rolling mountains, and golden sand.】”

"【Yes, it was a wasteland.】”

"【The boy hesitated, but still walked over.】”

"【Did he walk for so long, but still got nothing in the end? 】”

“【His friend, a nightingale, landed on his shoulder and shouted:】”

“【‘Your hometown, your hometown, has been filled up! ’】”

“【‘Filled up by the anger of the big tree, by the distant gods...’】”

The soft voice was like flowing water.

Si Que Olivers sat at the head of the bed, reading Lin Hejin's "To Si Que Olivers".

This is a story about a boy looking for his hometown. The boy set out from the forest with an oil lamp, met his nightingale friend, the bad frozen man, and the leaf brother along the way, and finally arrived at his hometown - the sea. However, the sea has been filled up, and the boy can never go back.

Si Que thought this was a tragic story until he turned another page, which was the last page:

“【The boy was too dehydrated and could no longer walk, so he fell in the wilderness. 】”

“【‘At least, this is my hometown, and I can be considered a return to my roots...’ The boy thought so. 】

"【The boy was about to die, but he still wanted to go home. Everything he did was to go home with his friends...】"

"【Just when he was about to die, he suddenly heard the surge of the sea.】"

"【It turned out that the friends he had helped along the way came to his side together.】"

"【With a 'splash', the wasteland sank and the sea surged up.】"

"【The boy then realized that he had come here more than once. Every time he and his friends left a footstep, the wasteland would sink a little. Until this time, the sea finally surged up.】"

"【The nightingale and the leaf cannot enter the water. At the moment when the boy was swallowed by the sea, they waved and said goodbye to the boy with a smile.】"

"【The boy returned to the sea and returned to his hometown.】"

"【Here, he found happiness.】"

"【But one day, he accidentally found a place in the seabed. He saw the bodies of Nightingale and Leaf. He realized that the moment the seawater surged up and he successfully returned home, the seawater drowned Nightingale and Leaf who could not leave. 】”

“【So, the boy made a deal with the witch in the seabed, resurrecting Nightingale and Leaf at the cost of erasing his own memory. He left the sea, carrying an oil lamp, and sent Nightingale and Leaf to the forest...】”

“【After he left, the evil witch filled up the sea. 】”

“【Several years later. 】”

“【The boy in the forest completed the resurrection ceremony of Nightingale and Leaf, and he lost his memory, only remembering that his hometown was in the sea. He picked up the oil lamp and embarked on the road home. On the way, he met Nightingale friend and Leaf brother...】”

【(End of the full text)】

…

“Pah” Si Que closed the book, he smiled and sighed:

“…You really deserve a higher reputation, Lin Hejin.”

In his opinion, this is a good story.

The old man showed a pure, happy, and happy smile.

Perhaps he was still unwilling in his heart.

——If he really didn't feel any regret, why was he still writing, still looking forward, and still expecting?

"I like the protagonist boy in the story very much..." Si Que's fingers stroked the pages of the book: "He is an upright, kind, and pure person... Can I reproduce him in the future?"

"It's my honor, I'm very grateful..." Lin Hejin's breathing became weaker and weaker. He knew that his life was over.

His eyelids drooped heavily, and he seemed to see his younger self, holding "The Goddess of Life Lotasha", running past the window, walking briskly.

Smile.

The younger self had a wild and wanton smile, full of blood, as if the world was at his feet.

This world is an idealistic meat grinder. Any ideal thrown into reality will be crushed and thrown into the lake, without even a splash of water.

"I have been looking forward to it..." Lin Hejin said softly, "When will those gardenias on the branches outside my window bloom? The temperature of the four seasons in Luowasha is very special. However, I have waited for the whole autumn and winter, and it has always been in bud. Does this mean that the flower in my heart can only wither... Mr. Si Que?"

Si Que smiled and shook his head, and suddenly said: "Do you want to go back to the past? Lin Hejin."

Lin Hejin opened his eyes wide, and a surprise surged in his heart: "Really...is it really possible?"

Yes, he heard that Squeez Olivis has great powers and omnipotence, and maybe he can really go back to the past...

Si Que's warm hand came close to him and gently placed it on his forehead:

"You still have regrets in your heart. Don't pay attention to the gardenias outside the window. Please go back to the past, to that moment... and make up for your regrets."

Lin Hejin blinked.

When he opened his eyes the next moment——

The mirror reflected a young man with messy hair, an old suit, and a cheap watch. He stared blankly ahead, holding a copy of "Lotasha, the Goddess of Life" in his arms.

The blazing white lights in the banquet hall fell down, shining like warm moonlight on his dazed eyes.

He's back...he's really back!

Lin Hejin's heart skipped a beat when he saw a purple figure... He subconsciously chased after him and shouted without hesitation: "——Mr. Sique Olivers!"

Yes.

Even if he goes back to the past, he still has to catch up with Sima Olivis.

However, instead of expressing it in such a radical way, he has discovered that this gentleman is like an angel. As long as he speaks well, Si Que will listen to his opinions.

Under the dazzling lights of the banquet hall, the "angel" turned back, her golden eyes looking back at him gently.

"Mr. Si Que, I like your "Lotasha the Goddess of Life" very much, but my knowledge is shallow and I can't understand some parts. I really want to discuss it with you. I hope you give me a chance..." Lin Hejin smiled. .

This time, the ridiculing glances from others were not thrown at him, and the mocking laughter from others was not poured into his ears.

In his ears, it was very quiet, very quiet.

The long purple hair streaked across, mottled the bright lights. Mr. "Angel" took the book in his hand and said with a smile:

"good."

"I'm looking forward to chatting with you, Mr. Lin Hejin."

...At this time, Mr. Si Que probably doesn't know my name... Strange thoughts flashed past, and Lin Hejin quickly followed the purple-haired young man in front of him.

The light shines on Lin Hejin's young and powerful steps, and his smile is like holding the "eternal" moonlight.

There are many, many stories in his heart, waiting for him to write them out. Now that time has gone back, he no longer wants to be that boring adult trapped in daily necessities...

In this life, he must write a more exciting book and give it to Mr. Squee Olivers...

…

The old man on the bed stopped breathing.

The incandescent lamp shines like moonlight on his smiling cheek, and his pale hair flows in the frosty white moonlight.

Si Que slowly withdrew his hand, and the art of creation finally created a happy dream.

The old man's condition was irreversible. He did not die alone in pain, but stopped breathing in his happy sleep.

In his hand, "To Squeak Olivis", the old palm drooped with no strength anymore, fell on the bed, and closed the last page.

As if in response to the last echo in his heart, the plane trees outside the window rustled. A star slowly fell from the distant sky.

The wind blew up the frost-white hair, and a drop of unshed tears fell down the wrinkled cheek.

Outside the window, the white gardenias bloomed silently.

"The wind is blowing..." Si Que murmured.

Brother Ye Zi, Nightingale’s friend, the badass Freeze Man, the boy in red with the oil lamp. Their figures seemed to be embodied, standing in front of the bed, taking off their hats and saluting, bidding farewell to their creator who was lying on the bed with closed eyes.

In the past, their creators gave them souls and lives. Today, even though they have not yet become lives, it is their turn to bid farewell to their creators.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

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The characters all clapped and applauded unstintingly.

Applause came one after another, resounding throughout this small and cramped room, as if this was a big stage watched by the world, giving final applause to the participants.

Si Que took off his beret with one hand and bowed slightly to the quiet old man on the bed.

"You wrote a great story."

"Mr. Lin Hejin."

"Wish you a happy curtain call."

At the end of his life, a person was lying in bed alone, enduring the physical pain alone, with a vast sea of ​​stars in his heart, but all he could see with his eyes was half an inch of the house and gardenias outside the window - Lin Hejin's last life What are you thinking about during this period?

Even though he had grasped "eternity", he still failed to write a perfect story. If Squire Olivis hadn't arrived at the end, he would have died with a lifetime of confusion and regret.

Even so, he still did not receive any encouragement or love from readers. Until the end, the ridicule that had been lingering in my ears for a lifetime was lost in the wind.

"Crack."

A thin book, titled "Lin He Jin", lay on the old man's chest.

Si Que once said that Lovasa is essentially a book, because Lovasa has many drama memories that can be reopened like a book.

In fact, there is another layer of deepest meaning - Rawasha is a collection of books composed of everyone.

Most people's lives are neither satisfying nor interesting. But as long as they are included in this comprehensive book, and are accidentally turned over, observed, and read, perhaps, they and their characters will be "eternal life."

Si Que closed his eyes.

Although he tried his best to "taste" the joys and sorrows of others, and appreciate the pain in the grief and misfortune of others, he still could not produce an original understanding.

He opened Pandora's box to his heart's content, regardless of whether it was a surprise or destruction.

Yes, how can pain be "appreciated"? He pushed the wrong observation angle from the beginning.

Just like now, he felt sad for the passing of Lin Hejin and bid farewell to him. On the other hand, he helplessly discovered that Lin Hejin's experience was remembered by him and became a new inspiration for a "depressed creator" in his mind, which could become the text of his pen and the component of his new role at any time.

In an instant, a flash of lightning flashed through Si Que's mind, and he suddenly looked at Lin Hejin in shock.

"...Ah." He murmured.

So that's it, so that's it, is this - the "eternal life" mentioned by Lin Hejin...

You succeeded, old man.

Your traces will be preserved forever in my pen.

The beret was taken off, revealing a few green feathers on Si Que's head. He pulled down his sleeves to cover some of the exposed feathers.

The only regret is that the "Si Que Olivers" standing here is the pet magpie. However, only the magpie knows this regret.

Wow-wow--

The leaves outside the window rubbed against each other, and the sound of the wind poured into the quiet house.

"According to your previous will, old man." The purple-haired young man's golden eyes sparkled:

"I will fulfill your wishes and reproduce the protagonist boy in your book. Let him become a real life."

"Since Mr. Lin is only a D-level creator, the boy I created will only have a soul, no body. However, I believe he will gradually become a complete person."

"A child's soul composed of 'justice, purity, kindness, responsibility, freedom, courage, sacrifice, and idealism'. In the increasingly impetuous world of Luowasha, it is really a rare thing in the world. Only the same creator can write it."

The magpie closed his eyes.

The book began to glow——

White light flickered, purple hair fluttered, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wisteria and gardenia.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the dim kerosene lamp on the table lit up automatically.

The pages of the book turned rapidly, and countless words popped out from the pages, gradually condensing into a white figure, with red clothes and the oil lamp in his hand faintly visible.

The protagonist boy successfully materialized and gradually turned into life.

"Mr. Lin, goodbye." The magpie put on the beret and bowed gently at last:

"May you have a good dream. May there be no pain in the dream."

"You wrote a proud child, a child with the breath of sea breeze, wheat ears, and gardenia."

"I will name the child after your name, the single word 'Jin' of 'Lin Hejin'."

"——Su Liujin."

The white figure opened its golden eyes.

It appeared in a soul state, with an ignorant look.

The magpie took Su Liujin away from the dark side and went to the current real timeline-154 years.

…

December 27, 195 of the Second Era, 11:35 a.m.

Lin Hejin’s life ended at this moment.

Su Liujin’s life began at this moment.

Outside the window, the gardenia blossomed.

The boy, who was set as “his hometown is at the sea, and he longs to return home”, instinctively looked towards the sea with his unformed soul.

The footsteps before and after fate began to connect, reveal, and take shape at this moment.

...

"Mr. Magpie, what's my name?"

"Su Liujin."

"What's my race?"

"This hasn't been set yet. You're just a soul now, so we need to find you a suitable body."

"Who are my parents? This old man on the bed makes me want to cry... Is he asleep?"

"Well, he's your father... a great creator."

"Great? But he looks so weak, and no one cries for him or buries him."

"Greatness doesn't correspond to smallness. A person who devotes his whole life to love is great no matter what the result is. There are too many impetuous people in this world who pursue fame and fortune. How many people like this only focus on loving one thing all their lives..."

"Who is he to you then?"

"..." Magpie smiled:

"Student."

"He's my... first and only student."

"From now on, I will no longer be anyone's teacher."

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