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  Chapter 893 Chapter 891 · "What color do you like?"

   "Come here, bandage it." Su Mingan saw the blood on Su Luoluo's arm and asked her to sit down.

  Su Luoluo sat next to him.

  In the dusty air, they sat on the ruins, and he disinfected and bandaged her **** hands. The wound should have been caused by the shock wave, and several pieces of glass were stuck in her arm.

  Su Luoluo didn't cry, but quietly watched him bandage the wound. Behind her are the remains of her relatives, and her small home that has been reduced to ruins. All the photos that held memories, all the diaries she wrote as a child, all the trinkets she cherished in the iron box, all disappeared.

   "So I'm so small." She said softly.

  Su Mingan snapped his fingers, and quickly continued to bandage.

   "I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I could achieve anything. I have been working as an anchor and desperately earning money... I will build my little family little by little, earn a little every day, and make a little every day." Su Luoluo said in a low voice:

   "Turn, just when I thought everything was going to be fine. My little home, the piggy bank where I'd saved all the money I'd saved for over a decade... and Dad. Gone."

   "There is nothing left."

  Su Mingan pulled out the glass piece, she hissed in a very soft voice.

"When I was young, I heard that the most expensive thing in the world was a villa. I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I would be able to live in a villa in the future. So I loudly announced that I would live in a villa. My relatives all looked at me with smiles. I thought it was a blessing." , now I understand that it is the eyes of children." Su Luoluo bowed his head and said to himself:

   "'Since you were born here, you are destined not to live in a villa for the rest of your life'—this is what their eyes told me."

  “When I was young, I thought I could change the world. When I grow up, I realize that I am so small. As long as there is a little accident, everything can be wiped out.”

   "If I hadn't met you, little Yunduo, tell me, would it be possible for me to live in a big villa?"

  Su Mingan was silent.

  He knew that the "villa" Su Luoluo mentioned was just an image, and she wanted to break through her fate as an ordinary person and leave this imprisoned town. But if Su Wensheng had never met Su Luoluo, she was really unlikely to change her fate.

  The most likely ending for her is to squeeze herself, continue to dream patrol to earn money for the family, bear the malicious words of netizens every day, criticize her appearance, figure, and personality, and finally die of a mental breakdown due to overwork.

  A half-drunk bottle of wine rolled at their feet, and the clear liquid flowed out, reflecting gilt-like light in the sun.

  Su Luoluo stared blankly at the liquor on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

  The ears were full of people's ear-piercing cries, and no one could accept the sudden departure of their loved ones, and it was still in such a cruel way.

  The house that was just built, the garden that was just planted, the small home that was just carefully prepared...all gone. The city is like a ruin that has been smashed by people, and there is pain everywhere.

Li Mingyue has been standing quietly among the ruins, silently looking at the people of Limin who are howling on the ground, looking at this piece of devastated land, watching the mother dragging out the corpse of the child, watching the husband and wife embracing each other after the catastrophe , looking at the gray-haired old man walking hand in hand in the ruins.

  Looking at people laughing because their loved ones survived, watching people cry because of their loss, and seeing the dullness and numbness in people's eyes.

  Under the sinking blood-colored sunlight, white hair rose like a wind.

   "Click."

  The shards of glass were removed, and Su Mingan put on a bandage.

   "You can endure pain very well." Su Mingan said.

   While he was treating the wound, Su Luoluo didn't cry. Even at this time, she subconsciously controls her emotions so as not to cause trouble to others.

   "I'm used to it." Su Luoluo blinked his dim purple pupils.

   "Stay at my house from now on, my house hasn't been bombed yet." Su Mingan said.

   "I'm sorry to trouble you. After I become popular as an anchor, I will find a way to move out, and I won't trouble you a lot." Su Luoluo said in a low voice.

   "You are not a burden." Su Mingan said.

   "..."

   "I don't see people as a burden." Su Mingan said.

   "..."

   "Not to mention you are an excellent anchor." Su Mingan said.

   "..."

   "Cry if you want to." Su Mingan said.

  The girl lowered her head, her short black hair hung by her ears, and there were flame-scorched scars on her cheeks. There were seven pieces of broken glass on her arm, one of which nearly pierced her bones. A seven-foot man would howl, but when Su Mingan pulled out these, she didn't cry out or cry.

  When she saw her father's tragic death without a whole body, she froze for a while, but didn't cry.

   After seeing the house that carried all her savings and emotions in ruins, she still didn't cry.

  It wasn't until Su Mingan said, "Cry if you want to cry," that she suddenly cried out as if a nerve had been touched.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-"

  It was just a small whimper at first, and it quickly turned into a wail.

  Crying sounds like sparks in the air, her crying is mixed with other people's crying, like a cumulonimbus cloud gradually accumulating, floating on the scarred land, gradually spreading into the wind.

  The figures kneeling on the ground and digging frantically disappeared in the wind that gradually started a prairie fire, like living tombstones.

  Blood flowed on the ground, like natural blood soil.

   Bullets etched into pits like scars etched into bone.

At this moment, no one cared about the prohibition of "no crying in public". Everyone cried bitterly, hugging each other in the fire and smoke, as if melting each other into flesh and blood, hugging each other tightly, and the crying spread like an infection .

  The girl cried like a child, while Su Mingan sat silently aside.

   "Daddy, Daddy..."

   "Actually, I also hope that you are a good father...I...I hope you can return to the normal way before."

"I want...like when I was a child, I went to the park with you, and our family went on a picnic. I am obviously looking forward to it—I think when I make money and become a big anchor, you won't be crazy about money like you are now —I look forward to it even if the hope is small..."

   "I haven't become a big anchor yet...I haven't made a lot of money yet...I haven't let you see me succeed..."

   "Why is there a war, why... why..."

   "Ah ah ah—cough cough, cough cough—"

   Intermittent, howling, whimpering, trembling, growling, coughing.

  All grief is like a wild and raging river, connected with all people's pain at this moment, like a never-ending ocean current.

  Tears slid down her rough cheeks, this face was full of smoky marks, the tears hurt when touched, and the severe pain fell all the way down her cheeks to her heart, like a rapidly falling stone of fate.

  Under the boulder of fate, the helpless girl covered her face, sobbed a few times, and then burst into tears.

  Similar to her howling is the similarity of thousands of broken families.

   "Daddy, Daddy—"

"Mother-"

   "Grandma, grandma—"

  Thousands of voices gather together to form an ocean.

  Under the sinking blood-colored sunlight, blood-stained glass shards fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

   "Click."

  …

  The gods are watching these from a distance, but they don't care.

  …

  …

  Su Mingan sent Su Luoluo home.

  The girl was lying on the bed and fell asleep. She already had hypoglycemia and her face was as pale as death.

  When Su Mingan hung up her coat, she found a pill box with a corner exposed, which seemed to be some kind of psychotropic medicine. It seemed that she had been affected by the disease for a long time.

  【Please call me Miss Demon King】Today, the live broadcast can only be suspended. Because Su Luoluo can't say that the reason for the suspension of the broadcast is war, otherwise people will find out the real address. She could only lie and say she was sick.

  After the reason for asking for leave was sent out, a bunch of viewers who were waiting to feed left a message:

  【Miss Demon King, pay attention to your body, we will wait for you. 】

【have a good rest. 】

  【The anchor just became popular? 】

  【Are you sick? It can't be an excuse, I didn't look radiant yesterday. 】

  【Who knows, many people will go away when they get angry. 】

  【I see that many anchors have asked for leave today. The news said that many cities have been bombed recently. I don’t know which force did it. Couldn’t this be the reason for the anchor’s leave? 】

  【Is there such a thing? Isn't war far away from us? 】

  【…】

   The leave note was edited by Su Mingan for Su Luoluo. As soon as the leave note was released, many replies appeared below. Su Luoluo's sudden popularity was envied by colleagues, and many people left malicious words. Others said that she must have gone to sell her to get the favor of the No. 1 Dream Watcher.

  Su Mingan turned off the computer, helped Su Luoluo cover the quilt, pushed open the door, and found that Li Mingyue still hadn't left.

  The white-haired man stood in the deep and shallow ruins, dressed in pure white, like an angel suddenly appearing in the dust and light.

  Hearing the sound of the door opening, Li Mingyue glanced at Su Mingan,

  "Wen Sheng." Li Mingyue said: "This world is huge. It is human nature to express negative emotions, and you cannot change everyone. Unless you also use coercive violence to stop them."

  Su Mingan vaguely noticed that Li Mingyue should know which anchor Su Luoluo is.

   "But even if you can kill a hundred people, a thousand people... ten million, a hundred million people, even if you kill people without stopping, you have to kill tens of millions of times." Li Mingyue said:

   "In the same way, even if you save them for a moment and save them over and over again, these tragedies will not end. The situation in this city will only happen thousands of times."

  "Unless you can start from the source, from the most fundamental problem, and completely eradicate these tragedies."

   "Godfather..." Su Mingan vaguely understood.

  Li Mingyue was telling him insincerely—only by overriding the gods can it be possible to change everything. Whether it is the pain of war, or the crowd of malicious people.

  Obviously he is the bishop of the church and one of the leaders of the Holy Alliance, but Li Mingyue wants him to try his best to resist the gods.

   "You are determined to take the college entrance examination, and I will not stop you. But if you can't bear it anymore, remember to put on a coat for yourself." Li Mingyue said:

   "If you can't bear it anymore, just wear another one."

"Only you can know whether you are cold or warm. Whether you need to add another coat - as long as you don't get wrapped up in the clothes so that you can't see your original appearance, then you will always play the safest .”

  It was clearly the topic of adding clothes, but Su Mingan heard the implication - Li Mingyue seemed to be talking about Su Wensheng's layered vest, not the simple clothes.

   "Godfather, have you put on your 'coat' yet?" Su Mingan said.

  Slightly move away from Mingyue's line of sight:

   "Long ago, long ago. Human beings put on countless coats."

  He changed the subject and asked suddenly: "Wen Sheng, what color do you like?"

  Su Mingan was taken aback for a moment: "White."

Li Mingyue shook her head: "Next time, remember, no matter when, don't reveal your true preferences and shortcomings. Once exposed, someone may use your weaknesses and concerns to attack you, coerce you, threaten you you."

"If you really want to leave this small town and embark on the road to the college entrance examination, you will not be able to turn back, and there will be an infinite burden on your shoulders. At that time, if someone takes something you care about and threatens you—you can only face the tram. problem."

   "One side is the world, and the other side is everything you care about. You must abandon one side to save the other side. Everything you care about will become the enemy's bargaining chip to restrain you."

   "So, the bottom coat, you should have worn it long ago."

  Su Mingan was silent for a while.

  Li Mingyue asked again: "Wen Sheng, what color do you like now?"

  Su Mingan answered softly: "...I don't have a favorite color."

"correct answer."

  Li Mingyue turned around and walked towards the direction of the sun.

  The spire of the church is looming in the sun. Even if it is extremely far away, this majestic and magnificent building can still reveal the highest part. The dark spire is accompanied by faint glazed tiles, flooding with magnificent rainbow-colored brilliance.

  White doves walk through the intense dust, and the pure white shadow of the man is hidden in the flooding light, drifting away.

  Su Mingan stood at the door, and slowly closed the door, blocking the brilliance under the sky.

   "Boom."

  …

  Because the city was bombed, Lin Yunting, the head of the psychological department, called and said that Su Mingan could postpone his return.

"Dr. Su, there is a new patient with mental breakdown in our ward. He has been asking you to treat him by name. I told you that you are very busy, but this person is not willing to let you go. And this person still has a lot of things in his mind. Secret, we have to get him back to normal..." Lin Yunting's voice was a little tired.

   "I see, then I'll come over tomorrow." Su Mingan said.

   "Well, come back tomorrow, it's a mess, the walls have been blown up, the gates have to be repaired—hey! You guys put those bricks down! Not toys! Hey!"

   Lin Yunting seemed to be very busy there, and started yelling outside the phone after talking a few words. The Psychological Counseling Department is equivalent to a mental hospital, accommodating all kinds of patients. In this parallel world of insanity, it is only natural for people to become lunatics.

   "Put down the bricks, those aren't toys! Ouch, put them down! Those aren't Barbie dolls either, be normal, the doctor's coming soon—beep beep—"

  In Lin Yunting's anxious voice, the phone automatically hung up, and one can imagine how chaotic it was.

  Su Mingan hung up the phone, sat at the computer desk, and searched for information about [Rules].

  Whether it is a game or the real world, many places are connected. In the old days, there were also rules similar to "Lou Yue Kingdom", such as: [When fetching water, you must wear a brown-yellow felt hat, otherwise you will be dragged down the well by 'abnormalities'. 】【If you kneel in front of the mirror during the third watch, you have to get up for a while, otherwise you will suddenly burst into blood and die. 】

  Su Mingan browsed the Internet and found more [rules]. For example, a certain area cannot be approached in the middle of the night, and if approached, it will suddenly drown. In a certain city, you cannot go out after ten o'clock in the evening. If you go out, you will suddenly lose your heart.

  These [rules] give chills down the spine, making it impossible to deduce the principle.

  Su Mingan turned off the computer and looked back, Lu Shu was feeding cabbage to the mantis. Lu Shu still had an oriental face this time, his facial features softened a bit, a cross necklace hung on his chest, and his black robe almost dragged the floor.

   "Why are you a pastor this time?" Su Mingan asked.

   "I don't know either, I don't know anything about churches." Lu Shu said.

   "Do you know where Noel and the others are?" Su Mingan said.

   "I don't know." Lu Shu thought for a while and replied: "I was a guard in "Lou Yue Kingdom". I was killed many times, but no one saw it."

   "How do you feel?" Su Mingan asked. He knows that death is a very painful thing.

   "It's okay." Lu Shu shook his head, his expression a little scared: "It was really painful, but fortunately, I got out of the predicament after dying a few times, and I didn't die again and again."

  Su Mingan nodded:

"That's good."

  He took a breath: "...That's good."

   The school is in a hurry and will update tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)