Cyber ​​Fantasy: Dragon Elves and Mortals

As the words of "Peter Pan" fell.

The expressions on the faces of all the children around him suddenly became exactly the same as that of "Peter Pan" at this moment.

They became quiet in an instant, and everyone had a faint smile on their faces.Their faces became blurred, and looking around, it felt like there was no difference between them all.

Unconsciously, Wendy suddenly found that she was not among the crowd.He was pushed gently from behind and staggered out of the crowd.

Looking around, Wendy suddenly realized something he had forgotten -

Why are everyone's faces so blurry except for Peter Pan?

The faces on their faces were not blank, but as soon as Wendy looked away, the impression of their faces in her mind would disappear instantly.In any case, he couldn't remember any of the faces.

But now, when he suddenly woke up, he realized...

Everyone's face looked exactly like Peter Pan's.They all had exactly the same expression as him, and said in unison with the same tone and different voices: "Because no matter what you went through later, your heart will always stay on this day.

"If you weren't afraid at the beginning, you wouldn't have roped in Michael; if you thought Michael was enough, you wouldn't have had to rope in John; if you had stood up from the beginning, you wouldn't have harmed that girl who can't even remember her name...

"However, you never came forward. You knew that those two people were already dead, so you chose to keep the fire and decided that you would never come forward; but your move killed a new innocent person. But if It is too late to stand up at this time, because then you will not only make the sacrifices of Michael and John meaningless, but also make the death of that girl also meaningless.

"——A small, hard snowball that fell from the top of the snow-capped mountain began to roll."

Peter Pan's voice fell, and the world in front of him was once again involved in a dark whirlpool.

But this time the vortex was so slow... that in Sheath's eyes, he could clearly see scenes from the past.

It's like a photo or a short video.

With trembling hands, he saw the news in the newspaper that Peter Pan had become a famous fairy tale writer;

He opened the book in the classroom, only to see that his name had been scrawled out with a blood-like red pen and changed to "betrayer";

With his back to the rooftop, he stepped on the high steps, slowly inflated the black wings behind him and took a step back, falling back fearlessly like he did on Neverland;

He lay unconscious on the ambulance, blood soaked in red light filled his blurred vision and noisy sounds;

Wearing a hospital gown, stroking her unfamiliar face, staring at the unfamiliar self in the mirror, I felt waves of nausea in my stomach;

Showing a cheerful smile that made him feel sick, he made new friends in a completely different identity, and with the intention of burning himself, he laughed and scolded the suicidal "Never Island" with his new friends. traitor";

Pretending to be a good boy, he stood shyly in front of the elf directors, but felt as if their eyes were seeing through the truth, which made him feel a little uneasy;

After taking over the task of the Tower of Babel and getting the guarantee from the teacher, he silently thought about how to use the young lady he had never met before, while slowly squeezing his face, carefully analyzing her information, and trying to When we first met, he showed an expression that pleased her...

"...Idiot, half-baked, clown, bumbling weirdo."

Through a wall, Sheath heard Alice's mumbling.

That was her first impression of herself.

It was obvious that he had done his best - this was the kindest face he could pretend to be, but the young lady who was inexperienced in the world said so in one word.He knew that it was not childish talk, nor was it innocent malice. There was undisguised disgust in her eyes, and her clear eyes seemed to see through her own true nature at a glance.

.......But what went wrong?

So, Shen PoJin dropped all pretense and told Alice everything he had experienced.

Those were supposed to be his immature students, but their current positions were reversed.As an adult, Sheath knelt on the ground, seeking answers from the young girl.Or perhaps seeking her rebuke...or even death.

He hopes someone will stand up and tell him what he did wrong.

He hopes to give up the torture he has suffered so far, clear his guilt, and start again...

But she said...

"I know what you want, but you are not wrong. No matter what price the rescuer pays, the person being rescued is not wrong."

After hearing everything, like a saint-like girl, her eyes became pitiful and gentle: "If there is anything wrong, it's not your fault. It's Peter Pan's fault. It's those who hide the truth and create hype." The fault of the adults in marketing is the fault of the people who bullied you. You just didn't do your best.

"Because you don't have the power to change the tragedy when you are most likely to reverse everything. When things have developed to the point of no return, there is nothing you can do."

Like a shining god, she declares the redemption of the sheath: "Therefore, you never have any sin to atone for."

But at the same time, she also gave the sheath a punishment: "However, you must not forget those who died because of you. Your life does not belong to you, but to them who gave you life.

"You must live a wonderful enough life to be worthy of their sacrifice; your life must have more meaning to be worthy of the people who lost their future because of you; you must save more people and complete higher achievements...

"You have to live without being ashamed of yourself until death - only then can you make them proud of you."

The girl who was younger than him said the same words as her mentor.

……So this is ah.

The words he had forgotten for a long time, the mood he held at that time was recalled again.

The reason why I feel that I am not wrong, the reason why I pursue the power that can change the world, the reason why I seek my own "meaning of life", the reason why I have accomplished great things, the reason why I will not be ashamed of myself even until my death...

After so many years, the original text of this passage has long been forgotten.It was processed repeatedly in his memory and turned into the shape he wanted.

But the "determination", the awakening "love", and the germination of "hope" that Sheath initially gained from this sentence have already taken root, sprouted, and blossomed.

At that moment, Sheath felt that her heart was as peaceful as a winter lake.

His life of abandoning everything to pursue "meaning" has already gone astray——

The present is sacrificed to preserve the "meaning" of the past, and the future is sacrificed in exchange for the "meaning" of the present.Everything he did was just an illusion.

……but why.

"Why, would I forget..."

His voice was filled with regret for the first time.

The young man's sheath began to age in an instant, gradually becoming older.He became young, middle-aged, and then wrinkled old.

He once thought that the best future in his life was to grow old with Alice.

Until he was blinded.He gave up the long-term leisure and chose the glory of the moment - and when he found that after giving up the person he loved most, he still didn't get the "meaning" that he had always wanted in his heart, he collapsed.

From then on, it was just a madman's madness.

The old sheath made an old and unclear voice, stretched out its hand to grasp the ground hard, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Then, the tears finally fell.

"Why...I would forget such an important thing..."

He sobbed silently and cried silently.A pitiful cry like a crushed bird came from the depths of his throat.

"Alice, Alice ahhhhhhhh-"

sitting old man

The pupils of the young Alice across from her also became darker.

Her hazy yellow pupils looked out the window, her eyes containing all the wisdom in the world.She seems to have seen through the past and the future, and seems to have insight into all the truths and misfortunes in the world.

Of all things in the world, only love and hope are the most poisonous.

The girl turned around and held out her hand.Gently touching the old gray hair of the old man who was kneeling on the ground and crying until he almost died.

"When you compare the sword in your arms to your own god... you have gone astray."

Russell said softly: "When your sword wins, you yourself will fail."

Outside the window, the new moon was born, shining clear light, as quiet and soft as water.

"go home."

He said, "Your turn is over."

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