N-A-A Chapter 169 Smile
Chapter 169 Smile
On the grass not far away,
Cotton was pulling Mr. and Ghost to braid the hair of the only two people in the team with long hair with flowers.
Uncle Shitou, who was a little further away, had discovered some rare plant in the grass and was holding a shovel to dig it up.
The hero stood in a meadow surrounded by flowers, raising his hand to rest on his brow.
Watching the kites flying like flowers carried by the wind, and feeling the faint fragrance of flowers in the air.
After running for a while, Taiyang pulled the thin line, and after making sure that the kite would not fall, he retreated to Yun Xianhe little by little.
The two of them stood side by side, watching the round flower flying in the sky. In the distance, they could hear the laughter and voices of the four people from time to time.
Just when Yun Xianhe felt his head was dizzy from the sunlight, the wind blowing past his ears gradually disappeared.
The sky turned into a large white curtain.
The grass and flowers underfoot were dull and stale, like fake paper products.
There are massless black particles floating in the air.
The hero took a small step forward, and the grass under his feet made a crisp crackling sound.
He looked down at the debris that was slowly floating up after he crushed it, his face expressionless.
Ah... is it after the world collapses?
[“What are you thinking about?”]
The brave man looked up and saw the sun standing less than a meter in front of him.
As if curious about his expressionless face, the other person tilted his head slightly and smiled, then stretched out his hand behind his back and handed him a flower.
"..."
I was thinking, if I had discovered it earlier that day, you wouldn’t have been arrested.
[“What’s wrong, Xiaohe? Tell me if you have anything that makes you unhappy. I will help you solve it.”]
His shoulders sank, and the sturdy man put one hand on his shoulders and slapped his chest with the other hand, making a loud noise.
There was a figure pierced through the body by various weapons standing stiffly at the edge of the field of vision, with the heavy shield in his hand shattered.
The hero pursed his bloodless lips and lowered his eyes slightly.
[“Don’t be unhappy. Can I pinch some flowers for you?”]
A translucent ball of bird spirit jumped out from the magic book that Cotton had opened, chirped twice, and then fluttered into his arms.
Yun Xianhe raised his arms stiffly and hugged the beast spirit, trying to feel the other's slightly cool touch.
click,
The sound of flowers collapsing pierced my eardrums.
The weight on my shoulders disappeared and my arms felt empty.
The hero lowered his head and looked at his empty hands.
In the blink of an eye, his hands were covered with sticky red.
The slender fingers twitched uncontrollably, and even simply clenching them seemed to take up all the strength.
【“And so on.”】
Someone reached out and gently stroked his cheek, as if wanting to tuck his long hair behind his ears.
The hero raised his head stiffly.
The ghost who was so close had a slight worry between his brows, but his expression was still relaxed.
[“Did someone make you unhappy? Tell me, I’ll help you vent your anger.”]
As an adult, the person who only calls himself 'brother' when he supports him speaks in a light tone.
Just like when he first spoke lightly about life and death and pushed him away.
Yun Xianhe opened his mouth and lightly bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth.
Then the person in front of him disappeared.
The speed of the flower sea collapse is accelerating.
Those teeth-grinding crunching sounds that couldn't be erased even if you hid in the deep sea seemed to be more obvious.
“Don’t be afraid.”
A large palm landed lightly on his head.
The gentleman in a long gown looked at him with a gentle smile and gently put the rosary on his wrist:
[“Are you feeling more at ease?”]
The heavy and warm wood-grain beads on the wrist feel like the hand that his teacher held to prevent him from getting lost when he was a child.
click,
The pure white curtain expanded, and only vast white and black particles suspended in the air remained between heaven and earth.
Like a string of codes that are constantly generated and disappearing.
Yun Xianhe half raised his head and looked at the falling stars above his head, reaching out his hand like he did in his childhood.
But he withdrew his hand halfway.
...Those that could not be caught had already turned into dust halfway.
[Remaining time of "Like a Dream", 00:08:23]
The brave man looked at everything around him with empty eyes, and finally lowered his head and fixed his gaze on the palm of his right hand again.
A jade-polished badge lay quietly in his palm, engraved with the emblem and name of the brave team.
"Floating Clouds and Everything"
[“Ayun! Stop being in a daze!”]
Yun Xianhe suddenly looked up.
Not far from him, the five members of the team were looking at him with smiles.
The sun standing on the edge put his hands on his mouth, as if he was shouting with all his strength:
[“Take good care of yourself. If you dare to get hurt again, I will ignore you!”]
Uncle Shitou beside him waved enthusiastically at Yun Xianhe:
[“Eat well! Only when you are full can you go out on adventures!”]
[“Take a good rest, don’t stay up like a ghost and get dark circles under your eyes!”]
The ghost touched by the cotton ball tilted his head and smiled, raised his hand to pull the bandage covering his eyes, and looked straight at Yun Xianhe:
[“Remember to write it down if you are bullied, and I will help you curse them.”]
[“Eh?! Ghost, you are talking about something scary.”]
[“Tsk, forbidden magic is also part of a magician’s elegance, isn’t it? I’m too lazy to do it when someone asks me to curse.”]
The four of them started chattering again, and the gentleman in the middle smiled helplessly.
He looked at Yun Xianhe who was standing in the distance, raised his hand and waved at him:
“Remember to take care of yourself.”
click,
White space collapse.
The brave man's pale lips trembled slightly.
The punishment countdown prompted by the system hung between him and the five people, like a sharp sword that could be struck at any time.
The fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, then tightened little by little, allowing his nails to dig into his flesh.
"…This is just a dream. Everything is just a fantasy created by me based on my memory…"
He stated this fact calmly.
Calmly cut off your attachment to these illusory things.
He is no longer able to be lured into such a deep state by these hallucinations that he cannot wake up.
but,……
…This is too much. Why does my mind remember it so clearly?
It is so clear that even their micro-expressions and smallest movements can be perfectly reproduced.
...It's great to see them again.
Even in a dream.
There was a brief silence, and the timer above my head counted down to the final three minutes.
Yun Xianhe looked at the person in the distance who seemed to be waiting for his reply, pursed his lips tightly, and forced a smile:
"I seem to have grown up a little. I can now stand in front of you and stand on my own."
He was like a child waiting for praise, describing in detail what he had done:
"I have learned medical skills and obtained a medical license. I can save anyone I want."
"I learned botany, how to grow flowers, and even opened a flower shop."
"I have learned puppetry and can control beast spirits. My mental strength has also reached the maximum level."
"I learned how to compose music and even gave several concerts and recitals."
"I also learned to write books, and I have countless books in my collection."
The person who said this took a deep breath.
He looked at the five people who were still looking at him, the corners of his mouth trembling, trying to keep the upward curve.
"I have fulfilled all our wishes, haha."
"..."
"This is my last mission."
The five people on the opposite side ran towards him.
Various smells and arms with slightly different temperatures surrounded him, holding him in place.
The man with a stiff body opened his heterochromatic eyes and let the tears that he had long since been unable to hold back slide down his eyes.
Yun Xianhe half raised his head, feeling the five people surrounding him and hugging him tightly, and reached out to hug them back with trembling hands.
Then the white space was broken and the starry sky lit up.
Meteors fell from the side, giving rise to patches of "Yachilina" under the feet.
The hero bit his lower lip hard to prevent himself from crying out loud.
He heard the sighs of the people around him and felt their arms tightening as if they wanted to melt him into their flesh and blood.
In the last 10 seconds of the countdown, the six people separated.
Yun Xianhe looked at the five people standing in front of him, his eyes red as he murmured:
"I will come home as promised."
The figures of the five people gradually moved away.
The brave man stood there, and vaguely remembered the song they had created together.
I want to treat it as "Prayer in the Evening Breeze" that I can play in case I need to practice it one day.
“(Chorus) La la la la – la la la la –”
"We have never been apart,"
"But first I will sing this song to you."
"If one day we can't meet,
"Remember to make a wish in front of the bonfire and under the stars."
"Let the firelight take away the loneliness in your heart,"
"Let the starry sky warm the sadness of your soul."
"It's like I'm still with you."
"To accompany you from beginning to end."
Last 6 seconds
["Brave!!"] x5
The five people standing in the sea of flowers waved at him with wanton and ostentatious smiles on their faces.
"Where is the end of the journey?"
"Did you find the treasure you were looking for?"
……
"Friends from afar,"
"I have swung the staff,"
"Do you also hear the loud sound echoing through the night sky?"
"Let the evening breeze bring songs and flowers."
"You must meet me in your dream."
"Tell me about the beautiful scenery along your way."
"Tell me about the thrills and joys of your trip."
"Let me know you're smiling,"
"As bright as ever—like light."
……
[“Smile!”] x5
00:00:00
As the white light passed by, all the illusions turned into five-colored petals flying in the air.
The hero who remained pressed the squad medal tightly against his heart and laughed unbridled and tearfully.
The distant singing is still echoing,
With playful jokes and unwavering love:
"no way,"
"My willful friend,"
"I can only wish for your dream—"
[Ding, "As if in a dream" ends, the host's mental state is detected to be decreasing...]
Yun Xianhe opened his eyes and looked at the handkerchief handed to him, then looked blankly at Zhu Fu Jingguang who had half-knelt in front of him at some point.
He gave the other person a relaxed smile and took the handkerchief with trembling fingertips.
"I'm awake from my dream. Cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
"Xianhe?!"
Will you dream about them tonight?
I definitely will.