[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

You shed blood in war, but you cannot move an inch in peace.

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City X, 23:00

Countdown: 104 hours

……

"Finished talking?" Shi Kuang asked him with a smile.

"Don't laugh," Truman sat down beside him, his voice weakened, "please"

Seeing his somewhat weak and pale face, and looking at the cigarette butts on the ground, Truman grabbed his wrist, then let go, only took the cigarette from his hand, and stomped it out.

He has always had a deep powerlessness towards this person, and he doesn't know what to do with him at all.

No matter what he did, it was like a punch in the cotton.

This person always smiled gently and tolerated unconditionally, but all this did not make him feel happy, as if in his eyes, he was always just an untrustworthy child.

What's even more sad is that he doesn't know the pain, and the only one who loves him is himself.

……

Truman still couldn't hold back, grabbed his hand again, stroked the rough callus on his palm, and unconsciously tapped out a frequency:

<does it hurt>

“It hurts, so I want to smoke”

Truman held his cold hand tightly, intertwining his fingers, "That dirty old man said that your old illness has relapsed, is it true?"

"He's still as meddling as ever"

"So you don't want me to know this?"

"Truman, some things can be changed without knowing it"

"I don't care that you keep it from me, and I don't need you to be completely honest with me. But, you are sick and let me do that kind of thing, do you really think that I will like it?" Truman's eyes turned red , talking with a vibrato, "You are sick, what should I do? You don't know it hurts, but it hurts here. Do you know how old you are, once you get sick, you may lose a few hours of life , a few days, even months, years, but you are 20 years older than me! You are 20 years older than me, and you will live 20 years longer than me. Do you know how long 20 years is, 240 Months, 7305 days, 175320 hours, 10519200 minutes - how long do you think a lifetime is, and how many 20 years, how many 20 years you old man can have..."

At the end, Truman cried hysterically. He knew he shouldn't cry, because crying couldn't solve any problems.This kind of behavior is like a child, it seems completely untrustworthy, but he just feels uncomfortable in his heart, a kind of pain engraved in his soul, deep into the bone marrow, almost desperate, and he wants to vent.

"Although you have been pampering me, no matter how much I have done to you, you have always followed me without principle, no matter what your purpose is, I am not happy at all, I am not happy at all. feel hopeless..."

Shi Kuang went to coax him, but was pushed away violently by Trumen, and his shoulder bumped against the sharp abandoned metal frame, causing some pain, Shi Kuang endured and did not dare to make a sound, not wanting him to find out and blame himself indiscriminately.

Realizing that he had done something wrong again, Truman hugged him in a panic, but didn't speak.

"Still crying?" Shi Kuang asked in a low voice while touching his head.

Truman raised his head from his arms, sobbing less and less, "I, what should I do, I really like you..."

"I know"

"You don't know, it's not the kind of liking you thought."

"What's that like?"

"It's not a child's liking, nor does it want to kiss you, want to have sex with you. Love's liking, nor want to violate you and imprison your liking, but no matter how much you seduce me, I will not have sex with you. Love I like it; no matter how you tease me, I can restrain it; no matter how old and ugly you become, I still want to kiss and do it with you. I like it; even if you are sick and old, I want to take care of you and help you bathe and dress I like..."

Seeing the child crying and talking about love earnestly, Shi Kuang's already dead heart was completely disturbed.

He couldn't help but kissed the child, and pressed him to the floor of the roof,...

Bang bang bang.

Truman completely forgot to breathe.

This was the first time Shi Kuang kissed him on his own initiative, and it was so intense.

When he was about to suffocate, Shi Kuang let him go, and Trumen was still lying in the cold place, blushing and looking a little dazed.

Truman blinked unconsciously, his lips trembling silently:

<you like me>

"If you don't like you, would you be willing to let you, a brat, do it?"

Truman hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to bury his whole body in his arms.

He heard the beating of two people's hearts.

The sound of tangled breathing.

Tranquil and beautiful.

……

"Why did you bring me here?"

"That dirty old man wants to see you."

Truman's body was slightly stiff, and suddenly his face was red and hot, "He, does he know—"

"Oh, know what?"

"Does he know I'm your—"

When he said the last two words, Truman was so ashamed, his voice was inaudible, and his eyelashes were trembling with tension:

<your man>

Shi Kuang laughed, moved close to the child's ear, and couldn't help kissing his earlobe, which became redder because of it, "My man?"

"Yes," Truman replied blushing.

"My man seems to be underage."

"You also know that you are not an adult," Truman complained in a low voice with his head down, "Who told you to like old cows to eat young grass, what can I do?"

"Old cows eat tender grass?"

"The point is you like it"

"Yeah, I like—"

……

At this moment, the violent roar of bombers suddenly came from the sky.

Truman pondered for a long time, "War has been declared, right?"

Shi Kuang looked into the distance, "It's not a declaration of war, but the war has never stopped."

"Will this country disappear?"

"Do you want this country to disappear?"

"This country is rotten to the bone, it's riddled with holes, it's rotten at the root. It's like the books that have become contraband, even if it's not illegal to read the contraband, even if there are no firemen to burn the books, those books about the Books on philosophy, sociology, politics, economics or art history are quietly piled up in the library, will anyone really read them? Even if someone talks about these books earnestly, do you really think they will listen to them?"

Shi Kuang asked, "What else do you want to say?"

Truman calmly said what he had been thinking for a long time, "Only when books become forbidden, will more people read them? Only then will people be willing to sacrifice their lives to protect those books. Because of the help of firefighters Existence, there will be people who love books like NO.13 bibliophile, right?

I know what that tramp is doing, he wants to use the most stupid way to save this dirty country.They burned the books, passed them on orally to their children, and then left the next generation to wait and pass them on to others.But if no one is willing to listen, we can't force them to listen. They have to come to their senses. Only when this country is about to be destroyed can they think about what went wrong, why the world collapsed.

How can they think if their world doesn't fall apart?

The roots of this country are rotten. Even if you want to change it, it will not work at all. You can only destroy it, pull out its rotten roots, and then let this country reborn on the ruins. "

Shi Kuang said flatly, "You're right, I don't understand the principle of building after breaking down."

"It's not that you can't understand, you just can't be cruel. Many years ago, when you were a martyr, I remember you said that your obsession is to protect. So, no matter how corrupt this country is, even if This is a dirty country, full of maggots and hypocrites, but you are not willing to destroy it with your own hands, let alone you are fully capable of protecting it, for you, destroying this country with your own hands is no different from treason."

Shi Kuang looked into the dark distance, "Trumen, if this place really becomes a ruin, would you help me rebuild it?"

"Your obsession is guardianship, but mine is you."

Shi Kuang was silent for a while, "Do you know what the real responsibility of the martyrs is?"

"That stupid bird?"

"Don't you find it strange that in a country where all books are forbidden, there is a legal collector of books. The martyrs want to know all the stupid things that humans have done for thousands of years. These can only be awakened from books, and they must Put it where everyone can see it. For years, I've avoided what martyrs do because, I think, it's a really stupid thing to do."

"No matter what you want to do, I just want to tell you - if you are alive, let me stay by your side, I will guard all this with you; if you escape, or die, I will make this country also Die, so you better live longer than me."