Tears melted on Sieta's face in the water-lined wall, spreading layer by layer, turning into a bright-colored wall like a mirror, in which the spades reflected Tavel, who was also crying.
This mirrored water-grain wall is separated between Spades and Tavel, just like the piece of glass on the previous stage. The two actors look at each other through the glass, but this is a one-way mirrored hydrographic wall. , The spades can't see the Tavel behind the mirror, but Tavel can see the spades behind the mirror.
On the other side of the mirror water pattern wall, Bai Liu stands to the left of the spades, and on the side refracted by the mirror, Bai Liu stands to the right of Tavel, the white six on the mirror side speaks with a smile:
"What kind of feeling is it to see your container cry, Tavel?"
Bai Liu chuckled and whispered in Tavel's ear: "Didn't you have accepted all of this already, then why are your tears falling at this moment?"
"What are you suffering, my child?"
"You are in pain, and your container will meet Bai Liu."
A water pattern wall suddenly opened up on Tavel's left hand, and it was showing the scene of Bai Liu suddenly reaching out and holding the hand of spades who had just stepped into the game pool. The white willow in the water pattern wall tightly grasped the hand of spades and turned. Turning his head to look at him, he whispered his name: "Bai Liu"
Bai Liuqing said: "Same reading."
On the right hand side of Tavel, another water-textured wall was opened, and inside was a picture of two people in the edge of a dense forest getting together to read the manual of the machine.
"Hug and sleep."
In the water pattern wall, the spades hugged the struggling Bai Willow with both hands and feet, hiding under the bed, the breath of the two people intertwined intimately.
"kiss."
Another wall of water patterns appeared, and the spades looked down at the white willow whose eyes were closed, and slowly leaned down.
Tavel's fingers curled up and squeezed the handle of the chair, his breathing quickened, and his eyes closed.
"I don't want to watch it." He turned his head and refused.
"Why don't you want to look at my child." Bai Liu bent over, and he looked interestingly from behind Tavel's shoulder to the picture of two people kissing in the water-painted wall in front of Tavel, "Are you jealous?"
"—I am jealous of you as the container of human beings, and will soon have the white willow you have dreamed of. I am jealous of this container, just like you at the beginning. Because I was loved by Bai Liu, I changed from a lonely and cold creation to a soul with a soul. monster."
"Jealous of Spades will see, hug, and kiss the happy white willow that you can get by sacrificing your soul and wishing."
"Yes." Tavel was quiet for a long time before slowly opening his eyes, looking at the picture in the water-printed wall, and confessing lightly, "I am jealous of him, jealous of my container."
"I am suffering because of jealousy and inability to have it."
Countless transparent silk threads fluttered like falling snow from the depths of the stars of the universe and fell on Tawil, and enveloped him in a cocoon named [Pain]. I can’t even see my face, I can only hear him. The sound penetrated these threads and came out calmly.
"But I know it's not his fault. He didn't have the right to choose why he was born. All this is just a game for you."
"The relationship between me, the white willow, and the spades is the relationship between god, sacrifice, and attendant."
"One of the three of us must be a god, one is a sacrifice that suffers from the gods, and the other is an attendant who guards the sacrifice."
The thread on Tarvel's body fell more and more, and his voice became more and more subtle:
"No matter who becomes a god, who is a sacrifice, who is an attendant, everyone is suffering."
"So in order to avoid Bai Liu becoming a god, you chose the most painful way of wishing when you made your wish." Bai Liu raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Did you deliberately let the spades be born?"
Tavel remained silent for a long, long time before he replied: "Yes."
He gazes through the densely wrapped silk thread, looking at the white willow in the water-patterned wall screen with a cold expression pushing away the spades, his pupils are dappled with light and shadow, and his tone is very light:
"I can't think of a second way to make Bai Liu happy and at the same time painful."
"It's a great sacrifice." Bai Liuyu said with a smile, "The plan that you and Lu Yizhan cooperated with was originally perfect. According to your plan, you will become my heir, an evil god, guarding the door and not letting it go. The heresy on the other side will come, so that the world line will return to normal."
"Bai Liu will be sealed off by Lu Yizhan. He will grow up normally under his care and become a mediocre ordinary person in this world. Then he will encounter the container from which you are stripped out, that is, the spades. Comedy love story."
"Lu Yizhan won the game, others won world peace, and Bailiu won relatives, friends, and lovers."
"Only you, my poor child." Bai Liu put his hand on Tavel's silk-filled shoulders, and patted it as if in pity. "You have lost the few things you have. You look at this by the door. The world line where everyone is happy becomes a lonely and painful soul."
"This is actually the best ending you have imagined."
"But what you didn't expect is." Bai Liu put his hand in front of the water-textured wall facing Tavel, snapped his fingers, and smiled, "Someone didn't follow what you and Lu Yizhan expected. The trajectory goes down."
The picture that was playing on the water-textured wall paused, and it began to reverse rapidly. All the pictures were mixed into pieces, and finally stopped at the picture of the fourteen-year-old Xiao Bailiu lying on the edge of the pond with his eyes scattered.
At that time, Lu Yizhan had just used his skills to forcibly erase all Xiao Bailiu's memories of Sheta.
Lu Yizhan asked Bai Liu if he was willing to change his name and flee here, but Xiao Bailiu, who should have never remembered anything, turned to look at the pond and said hoarsely:
"I don't accept changing too many names."
Lu Yizhan asked why.
Bai Liu's eyes were dumbfounded and said: "... I don't know, I always feel that maybe someone... will come to me with my original name."
"I don't want him to find me."
Tavel's pupils hidden in countless threads shrank suddenly.
"Very surprised, isn't it?" Bai Liu laughed, "I was also surprised that Bai Liu could still remember you. The memory wiping skill I gave Lu Yizhan is the same as my god-level world line skill. Said, even God can't completely erase Bai Liu's memory of you."
"He doesn't know who you are, doesn't know your relationship with him, but instinctively is doing things that can keep you."
The picture in the water pattern wall turned into a time when Lu Yizhan took Xiao Bailiu to escape the orphanage.
At the moment when they were about to escape from the orphanage, Bai Liu suddenly turned around and ran back: "Wait a minute, I'm going to get something."
"What is it?" Lu Yizhan was anxious to death, "They are going to chase over!"
Bai Liu didn't pause for a moment: "Very important things."
When Bai Liu came out panting, holding something, Lu Yizhan was startled-it was a roll of blood-stained bandage, and a story book that was torn and glued.
The picture in the middle of the water-printed wall turned again, and grew a little bit older. It looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Bailiu in a school uniform was standing on the street, staring at a doll beckoning to him next to a shopping mall that opened a big bargain.
Then Bai Liu walked up and looked directly into the baby's eyes: "Hello."
The baby was stunned, and then took off his headgear, revealing a stunned real person inside: "You, how are you? What's the matter?"
"I want to ask." Bai Liu asked calmly, "How much does it cost for a month?"
The person in this doll froze, and he scratched his head helplessly: "Looking at the clothes, are you still a high school student? There is no holiday now. You should study hard before talking about making money."
"It's very tiring to do this thing, look at me, I'll drive me 60 yuan for a long time, sweating all over."
"I'm not afraid of being tired." Bai Liu nodded and thanked him, "Is it sixty a day? Thank you."
After he got the answer, he turned and left, but the man in the doll yelled at him unbearably: "Hey! Are you having any difficulties? Are there any adults in the family to raise?"
Bai Liu's back stopped. He didn't turn his head, but his voice answered calmly, "I don't know."
"But I feel like I have to raise another person."
The man behind did not hear clearly, only the second half of the sentence was heard, and he tried to persuade him again: "Then it doesn't have to be a doll, it's a small amount of money."
"It's not me who wants it, he wants it." Bai Liu said in a cold tone, "but he probably doesn't do well, so I'll do it."
[How much money can I earn by playing a doll? Can you feed the two of us? 】
[I don’t need you to raise it, and you can’t afford it, just take care of yourself. 】
Bai Liu raised the corners of his mouth:
"Bai Liu obviously doesn't remember you, but since you disappeared, he has never stopped looking for you in this world line where your existence has been erased."
"Although Bai Liu never found it, he never doubted your existence."
Bai Liu stretched out his hand and stroked the water-patterned wall lightly. The picture in the water-patterned wall turned around again. He smiled and said:
"Even if he suspected that he was mentally ill, he never doubted your existence."
A little older white willow appeared in the water-printed wall. He looked like he was in his twenties. Sitting in a poorly equipped community counseling room, he looked at the psychologist on the opposite side and explained himself in a calm tone. 'S condition:
"... I always felt that when I was about fourteen years old, I seemed to have met someone who was very important to me. He was about this tall and should look good. I can't remember clearly. The eyes are silver and blue. It seems to make people crazy, but I have checked many times and I have never found this person's information."
The psychiatrist opposite, flipping through Bai Liu’s case, paused:
"This is Mr. Bai Liu. Some children who were particularly lonely in their childhood will fantasize about a friend for themselves. These friends sometimes have some surreal characteristics, a bit like some kind of fairy tale monster."
"But this kind of fantasy generally doesn't last into adulthood, right?" Bai Liu asked calmly, "I may indeed be mentally ill, but this person cannot be my fantasy."
"Because… "
Bai Liu suddenly fell silent.
The psychiatrist looked up and asked: "Because of what?"
Bai Liu raised his eyes: "Because I can feel that he is not a friend of my fantasy, nor a monster."
"He is a very important person to me."
Bai Liu smiled and whispered in the ear of Taville, who was shrouded in silk:
"Bai Liu still loves you."
"Love the soul that you abandoned and sacrificed."
A drop of tears slowly fell in Tavel's eyes. All the water-patterned walls in front of him cracked like a smashed mirror, and countless silk threads on his body flew up and separated from his body, like a grand event. Replay of Falling Snow.
"No." Taville said softly with tears, and he reached out to hold the thread that left him, "Don't tell me this."
"Don't let me know that he is still in love with me."
Tarville looked at the white willows in the fragments of the water pattern wall, tears falling drop by drop, his voice hoarse:
"In this way, I won't be able to continue the pain, so it's his turn to suffer."