First Player

Chapter 692 Chapter 690 · "Swear with hooked fingers."

Thousands of colorful lanterns fill the sky with lights.

Lanterns are hung outside every door, as if opening a way home for soldiers on the front line.

In an era when the world was controlled by gods, air pollution was so serious that people often couldn't see the stars. After the War of Dawn was officially launched in Cataclysm 32, hundreds of millions of soldiers and civilians died.

In order to comfort the living, people learned the practice of fireworks and floating lights. He also told the children that the dead just went to the sky and became the stars watching over everyone in the night sky.

"...So, in order to express their thoughts, on the day of Fuyuan Festival, people will make floating lanterns with their own hands, write the words they want to express themselves in, put them in the sky, and then send them to their relatives who have become stars."

Yueyue sat by the bed and told Su Mingan about this custom.

In the white ward, only her voice flowed, and occasionally the fragrance of rice and the sweetness of snacks could drift from the window.

"Obviously I have also experienced sixteen years in Caius Tower, but I don't know about this custom."

Su Mingan's gaze was fixed on the window.

"What you see is different from ordinary people, whether it is strategy or vision." Yueyue said: "I don't think anyone will tell you this when you are dealing with war. Just like you know Minghui You have the secrets of an entire world, master the talent awakening array that can change the entire continent, and you don’t know how many processes a cup of Xizhou black tea needs to go through—because it’s not necessary for you.”

"..." Su Mingan said: "After all, I am not a tourist player."

He heard that many players call themselves "landscapeists". They danced under the gleaming sky, accompanied by the forest elves who had just awakened their wisdom, paddled kayaks and boats on the sea in Praia, and enjoyed the unique lemon wine and barbecue. These people never get close to missions and key NPCs, and never bother to understand the core plot of the world. They are as free as taking a vacation.

There are also many such "scenery people" on the World Forum. Every time they "play" in the dungeon, they will write down their experiences like a tour guide and post various screen recordings and screenshots. It has attracted research by a large number of historians, geographers, and writers. The flourishing of human cultural undertakings stems from this cultural integration between different worlds.

Su Mingan once clicked on the "Landscape and Culture" section and saw many articles as rigorous as papers. He felt the seriousness of these players from their words. Every time a world copy was opened, it was equivalent to a door to an unknown landscape.

If you don’t want to get involved in the plot or discover the core secrets of the world, this gameplay is very easy.

"Then, today, the first day of the Fortune Festival, the first day of the Lunar New Year, are you willing to go on a trip like a trip?" Yueyue said.

When she said this, her hands tied up her messy black hair that fell to her shoulders. A red rope slipped from her wrist and wrapped into a high ponytail. She looked dashing with her ponytail hanging, and her eyebrows were a little softer, just like Su Ming'an remembered her in the high school classroom.

"Then let's go." Su Mingan nodded.

They made an appointment to spend the New Year together last year.

She reached out and pushed open the window. He pulled out the instruments and various syringes on his body and jumped out of the window despite the nurse's dissuasion.

When he landed, his body tilted. She stretched out her hand to pull him and handed him a mask.

The lights and shadows climbed up to the sky, and the gorgeous fireworks exploded in the night with the sudden cheers from the crowd. The stars were surrounded and the fire was bright. She was like a flowing cloud leading him to the streets and alleys, just like celebrating New Year's Day. Nuo'er, Lu Shu and Lin Yin led him through the crowd.

At this time, all the wind seemed softer, and his eyes even returned to normal color. Her red rope was raised high, the silver bell jingled, and there seemed to be a fragrance like red wine on her body, dissipating in the air as she walked.

The barrage is also congratulating the New Year:

【Happy New Year! Su Mingan! 】

[I hope we can celebrate the New Year with you next year! 】

[There are a lot of people on the streets of the Lord God’s World. I took a look and saw that everyone was watching the live broadcast. Hundreds of millions of people were watching Su Mingan celebrate the New Year outside the screen. 】

[The nuclear explosion was not prevented... Will there be a problem in the City of God? Doesn't this mean that Su Mingan gave up all his previous plans in the City of Gods? 】

[It doesn’t matter, the first player must have his own thoughts, we just need to watch his victory~]

【……】

"for you."

Yueyue stretched out her hand and stuffed a warm paper bag into him. The food in the paper bag is similar to egg waffles, with a soft and mellow skin and cream inside.

Su Mingan took the paper bag, and words such as Dawn System, Xiko, and Tavi would always flash through his mind subconsciously. Even when he saw children playing on the street, he would think of some key NPCs. He has become so accustomed to thinking intensely all the time that his current relaxation time cannot be integrated into the New Year.

He took a bite of the yellowed flour food. It tasted like egg waffles, soft and waxy, with a hint of creamy softness and sweetness. He had not eaten this kind of food for a long time. It was a cost-effective chocolate to replenish energy. food instead of his recipe.

"Is it delicious?" she asked.

"Well..." Su Mingan's thoughts had turned to the battlefield.

And Yueyue didn't force his attention back, she just let him think further, led him through the streets and alleys while wandering, and bought him various... gadgets that he would never have paid attention to in the past. .

Forgetting food like glutinous rice cakes and egg waffles, she actually bought a toy sword without a blade, a water gun without live ammunition, flowers that looked like they were about to wither, and some shabby clothes.

"In this ruined world, there are many such unknown small cities. They are scattered like stars in the world, and they may be destroyed by unexpected artillery fire at any time... And in this small city we saw, there are countless Such vendors are struggling between food and clothing. I come from the Measurement City in the 102nd year of the Catastrophe and have never experienced war. I think I can help them, even if it is just a little money." Yueyue said.

In twenty-three years of life, she seems to have become a part of the city of measurement. She truly regarded these NPCs as living people, not as targets of attack in Su Mingan's eyes. She lived every world as if it were real life.

They were walking on the street, their faces covered with thickly painted masks. No one knew that he was the Lord of Akto who led the War of Dawn. People talked, laughed, looked from afar, and prayed for the safe return of their relatives and friends on the front lines. Children held thorny fireworks and stepped through the thick snow, while hundreds of floating lanterns slowly rose into the sky.

She looked back in the snow.

"Ding bell—ding bell—" the silver bell around her waist jingled, and her tied black hair was held by the evening wind, shattering the light flowing on her shoulders. There were flashing spots in her eyes, as if fireflies were dancing in her dark eyes.

"--happy?"

"Yeah." Su Mingan responded.

"——I couldn't return to the Lord God's world and didn't spend New Year's Day with you, but I heard that it was Lu Shu and the others who stayed with you, and it will only get better and better in the future." She said with a smile.

Her voice passed through the light and shadow and the overlapping wind and snow, like the sound of a distant piano.

For a moment, the orange-red floating lamp she held in her hand seemed to illuminate the long shadow trailing behind him, burning away the dank and ugly bones in it. Her life was infinitely more beautiful than a dead body.

"Okay." Su Mingan said.

"Are you really happy?" Yueyue said.

"happy."

"Then we will have to celebrate the New Year in the future."

"good."

"Pull the hook." Yueyue stretched out her unburned, smooth hand.

Su Mingan connected with her little finger, touching the thin cocoon left by her sword practice. This was the sword sharpening stone that has always been with her soul.

"I'll take you home," he said.

On New Year's Day, he wanted to take everyone home, and now she will not be missing.

She smiled and raised the lamp in her hand.

This floating lamp is connected by a shelf made of iron wire. The lamp cover is covered with a layer of oilcloth paper to resist wind and snow. Square candles are fixed on the shelf. The whole thing looks like a half-empty house.

"Ming'an, you can write down the people you want to bless." Yueyue said.

The floating lantern was a gift sent to the deceased. Su Mingan took the pen and wrote a series of names without thinking too much.

[Xia Sheng], [Sta Qian], [Feisi], [Yao Wen], [Carol], [Fei Yi], [Roxanne]...

"Hey -" Yueyue realized something was wrong: "You can only write ten at most. If there are more, it won't work."

There were dozens of names floating in Su Mingan's mind, and he could only put down his pen after hearing what she said.

"Let it go." Yueyue raised her hands high.

A candle flame swayed leisurely in the hazy gauze, and soon burned vigorously. She let go of her hand, and the lamp was like a flame floating in the air, as if it was drifting into a fantasy world that was beyond the reach of people.

The lights are floating in the wind, high or low, like orange-red stars in the sky. Su Mingan's lamp gradually merged into hundreds of floating lamps, becoming more and more finely integrated into the night sky, becoming a star in the sky.

——Where to go? Where does love go?

He raised his head and watched it gradually drift away, the cold wind soaked in the festive atmosphere blowing against his face. He turned his head, Yueyue's eyes were like two other fireworks, and the hair flying in the wind seemed to be dyed with numerous brilliance.

It was as if she were carved from white porcelain. Not only was she beautiful, she was also very fragile.

"...Yueyue?" He called out and tightened his grip on her sleeves, feeling the real touch of the fabric. For a time he thought he was hallucinating.

Beauty is so rare that it feels like a dream.

"I'm right here, I haven't left." Yueyue put her hand on his: "Go back."

She knew that what he longed for most was not brilliant fireworks and beautiful flowers. He needed to rest. He seemed to her more like a patient sickened by prolonged stress.

Although the patient did not know it himself, he thought his mental state was normal.

Su Mingan looked at the lamp and didn't look back until it was no longer visible.

"Let's go."

She took him back to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses who had already lined up at the door immediately gathered around him.

"City Lord, your vital signs are not stable, please don't run around..."

"City Lord, you should bring a escort at least. What should I do if something goes wrong?"

"City Lord..."

They surrounded him and returned to the ward. Yueyue covered him with a quilt. The pure white room seemed like a fallen paradise.

Finally, she placed a garland-like leaf ring made of ginkgo leaves beside his bed. The ginkgo leaf ring is golden, like a round of overlapping gold.

"I heard that you think something made of twelve flowers can restore your sanity. I made this for you. I hope you feel better," Yueyue said.

Su Mingan looked into her eyes and said "hmm".

He didn't say much tonight, just "um" or "ok" was enough.

"Well, good night?" Her hands covered his eyelids.

"——!"

Sudden,

At this moment,

The moment his eyes were covered by her hands and his vision fell into darkness, he suddenly felt a surge of intense fear and panic.

He heard voices lingering in his ears, like auditory hallucinations, densely packed like flies surrounding him.

[——You have returned from the City of God, what will happen if there is a nuclear explosion? What to do with Lin Guang who is unchecked? 】

[——If you leave, who will save the domesticated Yamada? Who will save the red-eyed Noel on the first floor of the City of Gods? 】

[——The last thing you should do is teleport directly to Yueyue...]

These sounds were the source of his panic tonight - he couldn't enjoy the New Year's Eve she had prepared for him at all, all the good things were like illusions.

...Stop making noise.

...Stop ringing in his ears.

He wanted to disperse them, but the more he listened, the more familiar the sounds became...

These sounds—this voice—this tone…

yes.

——This is his own voice.

"..."

He suddenly removed her hand covering his eyes, only to find that his slightly moving lips were repeating these words:

"You shouldn't come back..." He muttered to himself, his black hair wet and sticking to the side of his face, and his back already soaked with cold sweat.

But Yueyue just looked at him quietly, as if she was used to him and was hysterical.