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Chapter 193 Chapter 190 · "See you in the next world"

"—You Shisan, Jin Yuan. Your fortune is very good, your future is bright, you will be happy and healthy,"

The small vendor in charge of divination smiled.He was wearing a bluffing robe, and he tapped his hands on the shoulders of the young man standing in front of the booth. In Minghui, this gesture meant blessing.

The torrential rain fell quickly and hit the shed, making a crisp sound of "crackling".

A young man holding a long-handled umbrella puts money on the vendor's table.

Beside him, a girl with brown curly hair was waiting.

"You are a foreigner." The vendor smiled happily when he saw the money, and said casually: "Then why not go to the central square, where the awakening ceremony is being held. Everyone is very happy."

"Aren't you going?" Su Mingan asked.

"Damn, what am I going to do? My current life is enough, and I don't want to lose my life by becoming a person with abilities." The peddler shook his head: "I heard that few of those people with abilities can live past half a century. That's it, if I'm talented, wouldn't it be a few days before I'm going to die here, and I still want to go home and have a baby."

Su Mingan remained silent.

"——However, I really didn't expect that group of nobles to look like this, thanks to that mainland saint master." The peddler sighed: "I used to hate them to the extreme, but I didn't expect this group of people to leave earlier than us ..."

Su Mingan sighed, and then pulled Fei Ya away from the stall.

Raindrops sprinkled on the umbrella surface one after another, and an independent world was isolated under the umbrella.

Under the rain, everything was unclear, only silent one-story buildings, and a towering tower in the town, standing on the edge like a night watchman.

Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the large-scale glazed tower in front of him. The gemstones on the tower were shining brightly, even under the thick dark clouds.

It seems that in the deep darkness, there is a shining tower standing, like a god falling from the sky, reaching out to the people trapped in the mud.

Above the square, bloody rays of light bloomed one after another.

Fia reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"How is it?" she asked, "Are you relaxing?"

Just now, after Zaidan opened a white cat, Su Mingan fell into a brief period of autism. When he was about to go to the laboratory to donate blood routinely, he met Fiya who caught up.

Fia said that she knew that he had been in a bad state of mind, and she had a way to relieve it.

"I don't need any mental relief, and I don't need any additional medicine." Fia said softly: "You are just too tired recently, and this kind of fatigue can't be made up even by sleep... Not to mention, I can see Come out, in the past few days, you haven't slept all day."

"Is it obvious?"

"You don't look in the system mirror to see how bad your face is."

Su Mingan called out the mirror according to his words, and saw a face with a beautiful face again.Since Qinwang's complexion was very bad from the beginning, he looked like he was going to die at any time, even if Fia said that he looked very bad now, he couldn't see anything.

...because it's always been bad.

Su Mingan took back the system mirror: "But spending a day playing games, isn't it too much of a waste of time?"

The dungeon time is only fifteen days. He originally planned to continue taking Hui Shuhang to the nearby forest to kill monsters today, but he didn't expect Fia to cut him off halfway, saying that he would take him to relax for a day.

"This is necessary." Fia shook her head: "This kind of exhaustion is irreparable except for relaxation. You can't shape yourself into a machine that only knows how to catch up with tasks... You have to understand that because people always have subjective initiative, Only those who can freely control themselves to do things can be called a free and independent person. If these are lost, mechanical fatigue is common."

"Besides..." she said, "You can't maintain your mental state at the limit all the time, otherwise it will not be conducive to your daily tasks. Searching for clues, fighting the enemy... These actions require energy. If you are in a trance all the time, you will miss a lot .”

Su Mingan thought for a while, and felt that Fia's last sentence made sense.

He followed her as promised, and she seemed to have carefully planned the itinerary long ago.After accepting the novelty of a so-called fortune teller, she took him to a restaurant in town.

Food was served piping hot.

Holding a fork, he took a sip of the uniquely flavored barbecue Hui Shuhang once said, and then his expression turned into a mask of pain.

The taste of barbecue is not at all comparable to the self-service barbecue he ate on Zhai Xing. In a foreign world with extremely low productivity, it is roasted in an extremely extensive way, even the salt is colorful, and the taste has a strange bitterness and astringency .This is especially true for other staple foods. The baguette-like bread tastes like a lump of sand, and its hardness is like gnawing a stone, but it has no soft texture at all.Some soups are so sweet that they are completely unaccustomed to eating.

As for limoncello, he didn't dare to touch it at all, but Fia said it tasted like lemonade mixed with alcohol.

... The so-called delicacies from another world seem to be nothing more than that.

After taking a sip of the bitter and astringent tea, and watching the inferior tea-like plants floating around on the surface of the cup, Su Mingan suddenly understood that the tea that Hui Shuhang made for him at that time was in the eyes of ordinary people. What a precious thing it is.

At least, it didn't make him have the idea of ​​"what the hell is this", and it tasted similar to the black tea he drank on Zhai Xing before.

From Minghui's point of view, perhaps the very common taste of black tea in his eyes is already the best tea.

Because their daily staple food is those things that are difficult to swallow in Su Mingan's eyes.

When he was struggling to eat, Fia seemed to be used to eating. She moved naturally, and she did not choke on the strange food. When she saw him like this, she even showed a smile on her face. .

Su Mingan put down the fork—the fork was so rough that it rubbed your hands.

He looked at the torrential rain outside the window. People walked through the rain with umbrellas, and the water flow formed by their footsteps merged into one, like a layer of shallow rivers paved on the ground.

The sky is condensed with starlight like ice particles, and the gorgeous blue and purple colors are painted together, like a bright galaxy paved on it.

He turned his head and looked at the girl with pure eyes. She was staring at him, as if she had some extremely strong emotion that had been smudged for a long time, and it might burst out at any time.

"Watch what I do." Fia smiled.

"These 19 years, are you still used to it?" Su Mingan looked at her.

"It's pretty good." Fia lowered her head, held up a knife and fork, and went to cut the inferior piece of meat, "This time I learned to paint, especially oil painting. My golden sunflowers are very good. When I have time later, I will show you the painting."

The knife and fork made harsh friction sounds on the plate, she was cutting the shredded meat, and seemed to be concentrating on competing with it.

"You also learned oil painting."

"Yes, there is also a musical instrument called the string instrument." She raised her fork, as if to show off: "Qinwang taught me before. That thing is very similar to a lyre, and the sound is very clear. I travel around the city When I was here, I saw many wandering bards using this kind of qin to make music, reciting their own ballads and poems...it’s really nice.”

As she spoke, she took out a lyre-like instrument from the interspatial ring on her finger. With a light flick of her finger, there was a sound like jade beads falling to the ground. A fleeting rainbow in front of my eyes.

The guests who were eating at the side seemed to have noticed this side too. They were wearing coarse linen clothes, but no one approached Fia, who seemed to come from an extraordinary background, but their attention was all shifted towards this place, even the passers-by Shop assistants are no exception.

"Qin Wang taught me a piece of music before falling asleep... I am rather stupid, and I can't learn more, so I have been practicing this piece, practicing this piece over and over again, for fear that one day I will not play it. I forgot about it myself." Fia looked at her, her eyes seemed to have a layer of frost in the morning: "The name is... [Guangjing], he wrote it himself. Would you like to listen to me play a song? "

Su Mingan nodded.

There was a crisp sound.

A girl with brown curly hair, with delicate and slender fingers flowing on the thin strings.Her eyelids are half down, and all emotions are contained in the light eyes. When she plucks the strings, the music like water flows slowly along her fingers.

The slightly curly hair swayed gently in her movements, and under the dim stone lamp, her fair face was bathed in light and gradually became transparent.

The sky was low and the rain was crackling.

Like the very fine water flow, the natural sound of the wind blowing flowers and leaves, the distant mountains on a sunny day, and the swinging bamboo leaves.Like the air fluttering after the rain, it still brings fresh air.

What is revealed in the music is such a fresh and natural taste, like a beautiful picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of his eyes.

The busy clerk relaxed his movements, and the people who were talking stopped their voices. They seemed unable to bear to break such a quiet and distant music, and listened attentively, with amazement in their eyes.

In Fia's music, Su Mingan felt peace.

...the long-lost peace.

Like the exhaustion fades away, the pressure drops suddenly, and the music is really easy to bring a sense of relief.It seems to have a magical power, awakening people's long-term memories about music expressed in the beating of notes, and making all thoughts that have gradually solidified and settled down come alive again.

Through her music, Su Mingan seemed to see a scene full of vitality and greenery.Grass grows, flowers bloom, icebergs melt, snow recedes, springs tinkle, and the river passes over stones and mountains on both sides, rushing along the river bank without hindrance, like the wind rushing towards freedom.

【free】.

Su Ming'an originally thought that what Qin Wang likes should at least not be such a song.He grew up in a luxurious aristocratic environment, and lived under great pressure since he was a child. He shouldn't have such a deep love for nature, which he has rarely seen.

But in the music, he understood the meaning of it.

Among the criss-crossing roads, travelers travel long distances.

Before the sun goes down, the nearly withered flowers bloom freely.

On the broken sea surface divided by the skylight, the raft was swaying.

The bamboo leaves are swaying finely, and the clouds and mists in the distant mountains are misty.And everything in this world is thriving.

... What is entrusted in the song is the joy of the recovery of all things in spring.

This represents the great man who died before dawn, and his boundless longing for the fading winter in the future.

He is using his own music to express his hope beyond the doomed ending.

It is believed that - the winter snow will melt, and [the future] will be bright.

The flowing music stopped suddenly.

Fia's fingers stopped on the harp, a pair of bright eyes looked at him, and the song was over.

"Crack, clap clap..."

Applause broke out suddenly.

All the people who were listening couldn't help applauding. Even a rough man who doesn't understand music can understand the meaning of the recovery of all things from this vibrant music.

In the present situation of actual recovery, it is even more the background.

It's like a song specially written for today's beautiful future.

"...Who wrote this song, it's really well written."

"The little girl plays well too, much better than those poets running around!"

"It's actually a track I've never heard before, I really want to write it down... It feels really good..."

People make no secret of their appreciation and admiration.

In such a world, emotions are expressed very directly, because people have already understood that if they just cover up their emotions blindly, they may not be able to wait for the day when they are truly expressed.

Therefore, when they heard a song that could really move them, the burst of admiration was also extremely strong.

Su Mingan raised his hand and clapped his hands.

"It sounds good." He said, "The tune is beautiful...and the playing is also beautiful."

Fia put away the piano, smiled gently at those who praised her, and then looked at him again.

"I thought I would be more proficient at first, but I didn't expect you to come so soon." She smiled, her smile was pure, like the flowers and leaves blooming in the song: "In the campus dungeon, I learned how to sketch and became proficient In this world, I learned oil painting and playing the piano... I am still looking forward to what the next world will be. I still want to learn to play the piano... I remember when I was on Zhai Xing You played it to me, it's really good... At that time, I was still thinking, if only I had time to learn the piano, I didn't expect that I really have so much time now."

"Yes, the world is very big, with many scenery, and it is full of wonderful things." Su Mingan said, "You still have many worlds."

"However, since you're here, I'm about to leave this world and go to the next world." Fia said, "After staying for so many years, I'm really not used to leaving."

"If the world game ends, I might be able to teach you how to play the piano." Su Mingan said suddenly, "By then, we should all have a lot of time."

Fia looked at him, her eyes dimmed a little.

She seems to have gone through thousands of sails, and she seems to be as pure as she was born.

It was as if a piece of clarity was brewing, and when the light slowly condensed in her eyes, it was as clear and bright as a diamond.

"There will be such a day." She said: "Looking at you so tired today, I found that you seem to be getting more and more tired, one world after another... Your exhaustion is constantly superimposed. So, now, I I just want to remind you one thing."

"—[Many people are working hard just to build a high tower, but few people ask why we built this high tower?]" She looked at him with pure eyes: "I hope that in the On this road, I can make you always remember the reason."

"Then, see you in the next world?" Su Mingan picked up the cup.

"Okay, goodbye." Fia reached out and clinked glasses with him.

When the cup walls collide, the sound is clear and crisp.

The liquid shone like gold in the light, and when he drank it, he saw her eyes sparkle.

Her bright, moist eyes glide lightly across his face. When looking at him, the corners of her lips naturally rise, her smile is as sly as a noble cat.

She is no longer the girl who is addicted to the pain of domestic violence, who is like a white paper, pulling his sleeve as if she is pulling for salvation. As long as he leaves, she will always be in the dark quagmire, unable to struggle.

After experiencing many landscapes, she saw an incomparably vast world.

She is colorful now.

She is sparkling.

But when he looked at her who was like a diamond, and when he drank the drink in the glass, Su Mingan noticed something belatedly.

... This liquid, it seems, is not white water, but limoncello.

He held up the wine glass, and then slowly put it down.

The next moment, all senses disappeared in an instant.

Right on the table in front of him, he fell down directly, making a loud noise.

The people around looked at this scene in amazement, watching the girl with brown curly hair get up, and slowly put her hand on his shoulder.

In Ming Fai, this gesture means blessing.

"See you in the next world."

She smiled, withdrew her hand, and turned around.

Outside the window, the rain stopped gradually.

Above the sky, a piece of Qingming slowly blooms.

The darkness receded like a tide, and the brilliant light filled the entire street.The gods like the sky are pouring down a bright path of light towards the world.

The girl who walked out of the restaurant raised her head, her fair cheeks were bathed in a steady light curtain, and she seemed to be able to see the deep cosmic starry sky.

The complicatedly dressed loli walked slowly to her side, bowed and saluted.

"Thank you for your help to Minghui." Hui Shuhang said softly, with a solemn tone, as if reciting a hymn: "Miss Fia—bless you, no matter which world you are in, you will all be well-deserved [future]. "

Fia turned her head, her eyes were shining like stars.

"If you really want to thank me, let him have a good dream." She said with a smile: "I don't want to see him again, he will always look like he wants to sleep in place and pass out."

"Okay." Hui Shuhang nodded, and then suddenly said: "In addition..."

Fia looked at her.

"Looking forward to His Highness's song, can you..." Hui Shuhang said.

The harp and music scores were stuffed into Hui Shuhang's hands.

"I can't take anything with me, leave it to you." Fia smiled: "Remember, who brought this future."

Hui Shuhang looked at the score in his hand, nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and his eye sockets gradually turned red.

She closed her eyes, and hugged the stringed piano very tightly, as if she wanted to warm it up, as if she wanted to melt it into her blood and bones.

"Your Highness..." she called softly, as if missing someone who no longer existed.

(End of this chapter)