[Science Fiction] Escape from Paint City

Time passed day after day, no matter what, Shui Chen must cheer up and do a good job in the daily maintenance of the lighthouse and the observation log of the insect infestation.He sometimes wondered what Sha Qianxing meant when he said "the end is true" at the last moment.

The flame of hope was faintly lit in his heart. He vaguely guessed that Dr. Qi might have left a backhand for the watchers, but the chance of success of this backhand might not be very high, otherwise Sha Qianxing would not hesitate to do so. After a long time, he finally said such a sentence implicitly.

Sometimes panic breeds hope along with it.With such a low-probability follower, how unlikely would it be for him and Sha Qianxing to succeed at the same time.

No matter how much he wants to see the result immediately, instead of being disturbed by unknown answers every day, Shui Chen must be patient and fulfill his duties as a watchman.The set 100 years, if one day is missing, will not work.

In fact, before leading the next watchman, the work in the White Tower was very easy, and there were no accidents.During waking hours, ten hours of the day are usually free.Shuichen couldn't distract himself at all. He often sat in the observation room on the top floor of the White Tower, sitting on a high-backed wooden chair by the window and looking into the distance, while the mechanical dog turned around silently under his feet.

That video will only be shown when the new watchman appears, and Shui Chen doesn't want to use the video to recall Sha Qianxing's confession to himself before he died.He often closes his eyes, recalling every expression and every movement of Sha Qianxing at that time.

Every day, he draws dozens or even hundreds of pictures, recording Sha Qianxing from different angles and expressions in his memory.These paintings hung all over the observation room on the top floor, and the strokes on them had been smoothed, leaving fingerprints of varying severity.

Every touch gave Shuichen the illusion that Sha Qianxing was still by his side.Even after several years, decades, or 100 years, the image of Sha Qianxing in his heart has not faded.

In addition, the only thing Sha Qianxing left behind was a few piles of drawing paper as high as mountains in the storage room where the No. 30 Seventh Watchman belonged.

The drawing papers are arranged in order according to the year they were used. Shui Chen flips through from the leftmost side, and Sha Qianxing can see the content of the painting from the ghost drawing at the beginning to the back.Most of the time, he painted the sleeping Shuichen, and him in different periods in the 23 years before the insect swarm came.

There is no talent for painting at all, and there is no teacher to guide him. Sha Qianxing's paintings have not improved much after 100 years. I am afraid that any child who has studied painting for a few years can compare with him.

Shuichen always looked at it and laughed, exaggeratedly, the sound echoed throughout the White Tower, even the mechanical dog in the distance seemed to be affected by the laughter, and its running speed slowed down.

Shui Chen laughed so hard that his body was twitching constantly because of the sharp laughter, his whole body was like a funny clown on stage.

But this burst of violent laughter could hardly conceal the sound of water droplets falling on the drawing paper.Shui Chen raised his head, his face was already full of tears, his brows drooped, but the corners of his mouth still kept exaggerating upwards, his whole face was completely distorted, and he couldn't see his original handsome appearance.

Shuichen would spend half of his time flipping through these paintings every day, until the paper became soft due to repeated soaking with tears, and the corners began to curl up.He gradually changed the frequency of reading to one week, one month, one year.

Love, longing, panic and anxiety did not fade away due to the passage of time, but gradually increased. Shui Chen not only cherished the spread of such emotions in his heart, but was often disturbed by it and often lost control.

By the time he was one hundred years old, Shui Chen's oil painting style had undergone earth-shaking changes.Red, orange, orange and black have become the colors he uses most often. His paintings are becoming more and more abstract and messy. Sometimes they are neither scenes nor people. Maybe even he himself can’t see what it is. thing.

He just felt that every time he painted and stared at the finished product, he could feel himself burning and collapsing, just like when Sha Qianxing was corroded in front of him, revealing little by little the flesh and blood inside, and finally even the flesh and blood disappeared.

However, no matter how crazy he was, Shui Chen never forgot his duty as a watchman. He carried out daily maintenance and records responsibly, and would be ecstatic when the bug swarm subsided a little bit.

One year before the end of his life, Shuichen began to observe the situation of the remaining watchmen and prepare for the final guidance work.He knew in his heart that the more he got to the end, the more cautious he had to be.

According to the level of awakening, the next watchman who takes over from Shuichen is an old lady in her 60s.The old lady looks very gentle and ordinary on the outside, but everyone in Mocheng knows that this old lady is the main person in charge of the scientific research institute and the government/government agencies to promote the use of devouring insects in the early days.

After discovering that the phagocytosis had mutated out of control, she was also the first to contact Dr. Qi, and she did not hesitate to ask for his help with a low face, and told the inside story of the government despite the opposition of other high-level people.

Perhaps out of a sense of guilt, although the old lady was selected into the ranks of watchmen, her awakening value in the early stage has always been low, and she is more or less immersed in the virtual world, avoiding her wrong choice of promoting the devouring worm.

In the 100 years that Shuichen has been in charge, her awakening value has only increased sharply. Shuichen feels that once such a person makes a decision, he will no longer deceive himself and others. It should not be too difficult to lead her to find the truth of the world.

From entering the virtual world where the old lady lives, to touching her and leading her to discover the truth of the world, the whole process is very easy.The consciousness of this world is immature, and he didn't find anything wrong with Shui Chen from the beginning to the end.

It seems that the Qicheng where he lives is really just an exception.

Back in the real world, Shui Chen recorded his last words in the observation room on the top floor.Like the previous people, he talked about the current status quo, the next hope and all the details that may have been overlooked.At the end of the video, Shuichen showed a pure smile without any burden for the first time in 100 years.

"I have fulfilled my mission, and now, I can finally find the one I love without any scruples. Life or death, we will never be separated."

Hazmat suits can be transported remotely into the life capsule.After finishing all the work, Shuichen sat on the high-backed chair and traced on the glass window with his fingers, the surrounding air began to squeeze him, the skin was swallowed, all the flesh and blood were exposed, and the blood was drawn on the glass window , and is quickly absorbed.

The glass window reflected a gradually corroded body. The skin, flesh, internal organs, and bones seemed to be bitten by invisible monsters.It's not too painful, it's like the painful nerves have been swallowed up, and the disappearing body doesn't belong to me.

Obviously my heart has been taken away, why do I still feel fear.This impression vaguely floated in Shuichen's mind, he was afraid, afraid to wait until the end, but not see the person he missed.

In 100 years, if your lover has been erased by the world, please take me away, even if it is an empty tomb, it will not leave it alone.

When the area below the head completely disappeared, the rate of corrosion accelerated, and finally the consciousness fell into darkness. It was unknown whether it was dead or sleeping.

The moon has not appeared in the dark night for a long time, only three stars appear and disappear, and the starlight is so faint that it is almost invisible.Suddenly, the right side of the star in the southwest lit up again. The old and new stars were so close together that you thought they were one without looking carefully.They are accompanied by each other, but they are no longer alone.

Shuichen's eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened, what he saw was the familiar ceiling, this is the small building of the pawn shop Tangzi.

He sat up and looked around. The small building was still the original small building, but the room was replaced with a big rubber-wood bed. On the desk was a pot of hyacinths with small yellow flowers in full bloom. Small balcony.

"Thousand lines! Thousand lines?"

Shui Chen's heart was beating violently due to excitement, and his face was flushed, he didn't care what he was wearing, jumped off the bed, and ran up and down in the small building yelling.

However, after running through every room, I didn't see any figure, and there was no response, and there was no trace of another person in the room.

Shuichen's heart fell to the bottom, and he tightly covered his eyes with his hands like a collapse.

Could it be that he succeeded and Qianxing failed?

dong dong dong-

At this time, there was a slow and rhythmic knock on the door, Shui Chen froze for a second, rushed to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, but hesitated, not daring to open the door.

If it wasn't Sha Qianxing who was outside the door——

dong dong dong-

The knock on the door rang again, but it was a little more urgent than before.

Shuichen took a deep breath, opened the door abruptly, and outside the door stood Sha Qianxing in a black suit, his eyes were full of smiles, his hair grew a little longer, and his standing posture became more casual , looks like an ordinary handsome boy next door.

Shuichen stared blankly at Sha Qianxing's face, for a moment he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was his imagination or real existence.

It wasn't until the smell of green grass brought him back to his senses that he noticed that Sha Qianxing was holding a pot of copper hammer grass in his hand, and there was still soil at the corner of his clothes, obviously the copper hammer grass had just been removed from the soil.

"Thousand lines..."

With a trembling voice, Shuichen approached step by step, touching Sha Qianxing's face with his left hand, feeling the touch of his body bit by bit.

"Chenchen, welcome home."

Sha Qianxing opened his right hand and embraced Shuichen in his arms.This moment touched Shui Chen's nerves, he hugged Sha Qianxing tightly, the copper hammer grass hit their ribs, but they didn't say goodbye.

"Time goes by, and the dust returns to silence. Spirits and spirits are immortal, and they are always dependent on each other."

The watchman's story continues, but it has nothing to do with Shui Chen and Sha Qianxing.

The author has something to say: At this point, the story of Shuichen and Sha Qianxing is over, and I don’t need to tell you how they lived happily in the world of great will.

The flower language of copper hammer grass is gorgeous encounters, short-lived beauty, so in fact, I wanted to deal with BE at first, but now it is also very good.

Afterwards, there will be some episodes, about Qianxing’s perspective and the stories of other people. Write whatever you think of. If you are interested in the part, you can leave a message and let me know. I will prepare to tell the stories of the seniors.

I wrote a song for Qicheng called "The Lost City". It is very short and roughly formed, but it needs to be revised. After I finish it, I may record a violin version and put it on the homepage. I hope the cuties will like it. like~