First Player

Chapter 777 Chapter 776 · "I'm back. Welcome back."

"..." Su Mingan remained silent.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Beilisel kept apologizing, his painful voice echoing in the stairwell.

"You saved me, what do you have to apologize for?" Su Mingan said.

"I'm sorry. I saved you because of my own selfish desires." Beilisel said.

"It's saved, it's saved." Su Mingan said calmly.

No matter what thoughts Beilisel harbors, if he is saved, he is saved. Besides, he always thought of Lu Shu after his death, so he couldn't dislike Beiliseer.

He saw a scarlet flash of light on the back of Beilisel's neck - all nine seats had some authority, whether it was to open the central control room or other rooms.

Soon, the two arrived at a dark room. Beilisel opened the door with authority and took several bottles of potions to Su Mingan.

"In the medical room, there are medicines for recovery." Beilisel said.

Su Mingan took the bottles and jars as instructed.

It was already midnight, and blazing white thunder flashed outside the window. The curtains were not closed on the window of the medical room. Every time the thunder passed by, the room would sparkle for a moment. North Lisel's white hair was stuck to the snow and was soaked like the feathers of a dead bird. He stared blankly out the window, his pupils brightly illuminated by the thunder, as if he was lost in memories.

"Many years ago, it was a night like this. It was raining heavily outside the window. You came back from the battlefield with wounds all over your body. I was looking for medicine for you in the same way at that time..." After a moment, Beilisel spoke up, his voice filled with emotion. It was loneliness. His fingers were slightly bent on the window sill, as if he wanted to grab something.

"At that time, there were not so many people following you. You were still Asa Aktor, not some other cold god. That time... was so wonderful."

His head drooped slightly, and his voice was mixed with pain and confusion:

"But why do you have to bear the lives of so many people?"

"I still can't understand it, but just because you are that kind of person, I just can't leave you. Unlike Noah, who can part ways with you because of disagreement with your ideas, I just can't... let go of you."

After taking the medicine, his body began to feel warm, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Su Mingan used the bright light to look at Beilisel, who had a hazy look in his eyes, and said:

"you……"

"I'm sorry." Beilisel said, "I just miss you coming back so much."

So he will survive extremely selfishly and wait at all costs.

So he will throw away all his pride and submit to a "god" that he does not recognize.

He is selfish, selfish to the extreme. Because all his selflessness has been dedicated to one person, and there is nothing left.

There was Xiaomei's live broadcast outside the window, but Su Mingan couldn't hear Xiaomei's voice clearly. He leaned against the wall and panted, waiting for the wound to heal.

He briefly checked Arman's sword and found that it was indeed damaged, but it was not a major problem. He used a few equipment repair stones given to him by players, and the sword quickly returned to normal.

In the darkness, Beilisel lowered his head and looked at something in his palm. It was a candy with a colorful candy wrapper.

Half of the white-haired boy's face was hidden in the thick darkness, with only one dull eye exposed.

"Actually, everyone has quietly told me... that they don't want to be human anymore. They think humans are too bitter. But I told them that the wine will be very fragrant, the sugar will be very sweet, and the breeze in the world will be very soft, and it will feel like a mother when it blows on my body. A gentle touch." Beilisel whispered:

"During the long wait, they were the only ones in the valley who could sing and dance, like a fairy tale, accompanying me. They were like my brothers and sisters."

"I know the world is in a bad place. No matter how hard we try to turn things around, civilizations that are reaching the end of the road can't escape their fate. So sometimes, I wonder, is it best to let them continue to be household appliances?"

There was deep despair in Beilisel's eyes, and he pinched the shirt on his left chest:

"Would it be less painful if I didn't become a human being? If I didn't become a human being?"

"Should I freeze myself and bury myself in the ground, I won't be so sad? But how can I see you with my eyes like this?"

"Asa."

His voice trembled:

"...Can you answer me?"

Su Mingan put down the medicine bottle.

He actually understood the reason why Beilisel risked his life to save him.

--wake up.

All the motivation that supports Beilisel's survival is the belief that Asa will come back. But tonight, his dream was completely shattered.

His shattered soul just wanted the last bit of warmth. This state was more like "lucid dreaming". He knew clearly who the person in front of him was, but he still comforted himself that it was the reflection of a dream.

He is imagining,

The fantasy is "He just dreamed about Su Ming'an, and the person in front of him is actually Asa" rather than "He just dreamed about Asa, and the person in front of him is Su Ming'an."

Su Mingan looked at Beiliseer, as if he saw Lu Shu whose soul had been drained out. The two looked at each other silently, one with clear eyes and the other with hazy eyes. Even the moving air is quiet.

Beiliseer didn't get a response from Su Mingan, but he didn't show any sadness and just stood on tiptoes.

Those blue eyes can still watch the loneliness all night long.

"I have nothing now. My fellow appliance people are gone. My valley is gone. I only have you left."

"Can..." His voice was close to Su Mingan's eyes: "Call me 'Xiao Bei' again?"

Su Ming'an's pupils seemed to have faded slightly, showing a very dark gray, and he could clearly hear the resonance of his soul.

In a daze, he seemed to really resonate with Akto. He knew exactly what tone Akto would use and what he would say. What seemed to be in front of him was the white-haired boy holding out a medicine bowl to him. The young man coaxed him to go to bed as soon as possible and told him how the medicine could taste good. This is the picture in my memory.

……What's wrong?

...the sequelae of emotional resonance?

Did he actually never come out?

An hour and forty minutes of resonance... How could he come out so quickly?

"Xiao Bei."

He spoke out, and his voice and tone at this time were almost exactly the same as Akto's emotional resonance.

"[People always have to move forward. Whether it is responsibility or shackles, I will not hesitate.]" Su Mingan said, his voice seemed to resonate with Akto:

"[How they look at you, whether they look up to you, look down upon you, or hate you, it shouldn't make any difference to you.] Xiaobei, I don't want you to be sad after I leave."

"The sky is clear and everything is recovering. Spring is such a joy. It's just that the spring is cold and we still need to hold on for a while."

Xiaobei's pupils moved slightly.

His eyes were like a piece of ice that was painful to touch.

He had waited so long that his soul had dried up.

If Akto reached the extreme of his soul's lifespan in thousands of two-dimensional test simulations and became a spiritual old man, Xiaobei approached the extreme of his soul in the long wait. The years are long and my heart is rotten.

He seemed to want to reach out, but stopped when he was about to touch. In the end, he just asked timidly, his voice as light as a feather:

"Asa."

"Then do I still smell of herbs?"

Su Mingan was startled.

He couldn't smell anything, and even if there was a smell like cedar and herbs, it had long been covered up by the blood in the rainstorm. All calls have been silenced, all wounds buried.

"No more." Su Mingan replied.

"Yeah." Xiaobei said, "It should be."

His face was full of tears, like the moonlight, and the broken light in his eyes was like an old rotten tree that was overwhelmed and about to collapse.

"This rain." He said softly:

"After all...it's too big."

The next moment,

Su Ming'an suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door. He was about to dodge with Xiaobei, but Xiaobei suddenly used strength and hugged him tightly, motionless.

An invisible bird of wind penetrated Xiao Bei from his back and emerged from his left chest. At this moment, Xiaobei's eyes were filled with relief.

At the door of the medical room, the god who had arrived took back the Bird of the Wind with an indifferent look on his face. The mechanical army surrounded the door of the medical room.

"Found it, traitor." The god retracted his hand.

Su Mingan raised his head and moved his pupils slightly. The corners of his eyes and half of his face were covered with splattered scarlet blood. Xiaobei leaned on his shoulder and held him tightly with both hands. There was no desire to live in those blue pupils, as if they were just waiting for the gods to catch up and take action.

Drops of blood spread on the ground, and Su Mingan could still feel the hot wind on his shoulders. Xiaobei's heavy breath sprayed on his shoulders, like a fire that had not yet burned out.

"...I remember a long time ago, this was called District 11. There weren't that many buildings, most of them were dead woods."

"At that time, there would be white birds circling in the sky, and ugly wild flowers growing on the ground... But I thought it was so beautiful, and I wanted to see it a few more times..."

"Xiao Bei." Su Mingan said: "The ruined world is too cold, and wild flowers only bloom in spring."

It's winter now.

Xiaobei's hand shook slightly.

Outside the glass window, there seemed to be beautiful snow-colored trails falling from the sky. There was a heartbreaking sound of "clicking" next to Su Mingan, and the surrounding walls, tables, medical cabinets... all began to freeze.

Frost condensed at the door, blocking the gods and mechanical army who were about to attack.

Three seconds later, the medical room was completely white, like an ice and snow paradise. Thick ice walls surrounded it from all sides, making it impossible for any artillery fire or bullets to penetrate.

"Yes, it is indeed...winter." Xiaobei said stumblingly.

Ice-cold frost spread out on his back. They condensed and ground freely, and then turned into ice flowers blooming on his body. They take root and grow in his flesh, presenting the final beauty to a person who will never exist here.

The frosty flowers are solidified in the ice and snow, and the petals are slender and curled, like ice-blue manjus and sandalwoods - this seems to be the flower language he wants to express.

Source light flashed around Xiaobei, and the large wounds and blood on his back were condensed, and his voice became lower and lower.

The penetrating wound on the chest revealed a large hole, and the flesh and blood inside could be seen. The god's attack was so cruel that even the heart was broken.

"But I have seen spring a long time ago." Xiaobei whispered.

On the far shore, that person should still be waiting for him under the ginkgo tree.

It was agreed that if that person didn't come, he would wait for him... until that person appeared in front of him one day, until the life of the soul ended.

"You must come, you must show up, you know? In the valley, there will be a man named Beilisel, and he will protect the spring for you. You must remember me..." Xiaobei whispered:

"Asa, I've been waiting for you for so long that I'm starting to get dementia..."

Maybe they've been waiting for each other.

"..." Su Mingan said nothing, and Xiaobei gradually turned into ice in his arms.

He will not keep North Lisele. For North Lisele, this is not "death", but "reunion". Even death in this familiar medical room was the end arranged by Xiaobei for himself.

There was a trace of undetectable pain in Su Ming'an's expression. He couldn't even estimate how he was feeling now. Should it be painful or happy?

He finally understood why Xiaobei was always half asleep and half awake. He was not escaping from the truth.

It turned out that it was a symptom of Alzheimer's disease.

Xiaobei, Beilisel - just like Akto back then, he exhausted the lifespan and time of his soul and forced himself to wait until the end of his soul in thousands of Caius Towers.

One loves the world.

A person who loves is a person who loves the world.

If you wait your whole life for the world, I will wait my whole life for you.

"Thank you."

Xiaobei's warm breath blew on Su Mingan's shoulder:

"Thank you... for always putting up with my rudeness."

"Yeah." Su Mingan responded.

"One last time, okay?"

"good."

…

"Asa." Xiaobei said.

"Xiao Bei." Su Mingan said.

After this conversation.

There was no more wind on his shoulders.

In the midst of the ice and snow, a white-haired boy solidified in adult-shaped frost was leaning on his shoulder, his eyes still open.

In those blue pupils, there seems to be a sky far away, with thousands of ice flowers in full bloom, welcoming the sunless winter night with smiles...

The young man waited among the ice flowers for a long time before seeing his figure.

…

"I'm back."

"Welcome back."

…