The tiny light spots are like broken snow in the sky, fluttering and spreading, sliding lightly in the night, leaving light traces. The night is vast, with no end in sight, and there are countless fragments of light dotted in the night.
The night with tens of thousands of fluorescent lights is extremely beautiful, the shimmer of light flickers in the darkness, and the shimmer of light melts into the night little by little, silent, if it is not for the scattered lights, everything seems to be still at this moment.
The young man stood in the dark night, he raised his head, his brunette hair seemed to melt into the night, occasionally a little bit of light danced in his hair.
He opened his eyes, and another tiny speck of light passed through his slender eyelashes, and a little light fell into his dark pupils.
The skin on his face was very pale, and the glimmer of light reflected in the darkness seemed slightly transparent.
Mutt raised his head, and the tiny specks of light scattered on his cheeks fell on his face and into the bottom of his eyes, but they could no longer melt into the depths of those dark eyes that were no longer bright and lost all their spirit.
The young man's eyes were empty, like the falling snow that was flying all over the sky at this moment, the sky was empty, and everything was cold and silent.
The light spots flying in the dark night are big or small, bright or dark, each light spot is a fragment of memory.
For the owner of the memory, the most important thing is to be brighter.
The light of memory that you don't care about is slightly invisible.
There were countless light spots flying in the darkness, but now there are many fewer, and the weak, dim fragments of light slowly and silently melt into the night and disappear. More spots of light are gradually losing their luster, and before long, they will completely disappear into the night just like the weakest spot of light.
When all the light spots disappear, when all the fragments of memory disappear, that is the moment when this person's soul completely disappears between heaven and earth.
No one can stop this moment from coming.
Mute could only stand there with his head up, watching the fragmented light in the sky dim one by one, disappearing little by little.
He can't do anything.
He can't hold on to anything.
Even if he stretched out his hand to hold the fluorescent light that occasionally fell on his palm, he could only watch the fluorescent light melt in his palm.
The fluorescent light that disappeared in his palm seemed to have taken away the last bit of light from his pupils. The moment the fluorescent light disappeared, his eyes were completely plunged into darkness and became hollow and lifeless.
Mute slowly clenched the empty hand, and he closed his eyes, the slender eyelashes were so fragile that it seemed that they could no longer bear the broken light that fell on his eyelashes.
His lips were pursed tightly, because the pursing was too hard, the lips that should have been light red were now paler than his face. He closed his eyes, unwilling to look at the dots of light that disappeared in the night one after another.
Nothing matters anymore... everything will disappear... that person, all that, him and all his memories, will disappear completely, nothing will remain.
He had left the major general alone, time and time again.
And now, he was left alone in the dark.
He finally knew what it was like to be left alone.
It turns out that all thoughts are lost, that's it.
Maybe, he thought, he deserved it.
His debts must always be repaid.
The surrounding area was quiet, there was no sound, and the passage of time could not be felt. Mutt didn't know how long he had stood in the dark. Maybe it's just a moment, maybe tens of millions of years have passed, time is meaningless at this moment.
When all the light spots disappear, when the master of this spiritual world disappears completely, this world of night will also be shattered, and he who is in it will naturally...
The boy stood in the darkness with his eyes closed, quietly and numbly, waiting for the last moment to come.
[Mute.]
A voice suddenly sounded in his head, making him subconsciously open his eyes.
A ray of light illuminated his side cheeks, he instinctively raised his head and looked up at the only ray of light in the dark night, he saw that a small opening seemed to be opened in the already dark night sky. Bright light filtered through the small opening, illuminating his face.
That thin beam of light broke through the darkness, descended from the sky, and landed in front of him.
As long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the bright beam of light.
[Come on, Mutt.]
The familiar voice rang in his mind again, and Noah's thoughts flowed in, and he could feel the familiar gentle thoughts that the white-haired boy passed on to him.
[I'll take you away.]
Mut turned his head sideways, standing in front of the falling beam of light.
As long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the bright light.
As long as he stretches out his hand, the light can take him away from this spiritual world that is about to collapse.
But the young man didn't move, he just stared blankly at the light. The light illuminated his bloodless face, and the invisible air current surrounding him lifted the hair on his forehead, revealing his empty and lifeless eyes.
He stood still, motionless.
[Mute, we are waiting for your return.]
Noah's voice sounded in Mutt's mind again.
[I'm waiting for you to come back.]
Mutt was in a trance for a moment. For the first time, he felt sadness from the strong-willed and tenacious Noah's mind. The deep sadness poured into the depths of his spirit, as if filling his whole body.
[Please don't let us lose you... Mute, you can't be on the earth... under the watchful eyes of your parents, give up this life they have worked so hard to protect.]
[Please... don't resist...]
The beam of light that fell from the sky moved, stretched out like a soft cloud, and entwined towards the young man standing beside it.
It was like a rope of light, winding around the boy's calf and arm little by little, and then, the thin rope of light went up little by little, wrapping around the boy's body, as if trying to pull him into the light beam.
Mutt stood quietly, didn't take the initiative to touch the light, but didn't struggle either. He lowered his eyes, but there was no light in his eyes, only blankness remained, like a doll that had lost its will.
The tiny light entwined around Mutt, leading him to float up slowly, the opening in the night sky above was slowly shrinking, the light beam was getting weaker little by little, and the light was already floating in mid-air with the boy .
In just a few more moments, the beam would take Mut away from this soon-to-be-shattered world, and return to his companions who were waiting for him.
...
A ray of fluorescent light flitted across lightly, leaving a trace of light in the pitch-black eyes. The originally empty eyes seemed to be attracted by this light trace, and moved slightly.
The young man's gaze moved, and his dilated pupils condensed again at this moment.
In front of him, in the darkness that could not be dispelled by the entangled light beams, dots of fluorescent light illuminated his eyes. He thought that the shattered light that had disappeared in the darkness was still there, and the remaining hundreds of light spots surrounded him, extremely bright.
The other light spots have disappeared, and there is a dead darkness all around, only these hundreds of bright light spots surround him, as if they are chasing him, refusing to leave.
[The more important the memory, the brighter it will be.]
[The more you care about the memory, the harder it is to disappear.]
Mut stared blankly at the bright light spots in front of him, unable to explain why, but his heart moved when he saw these light spots, as if an invisible force urged him to reach out his hand.
His outstretched hand left the light beam covering him, and stretched out into the darkness again, into the little fluorescent light.
A bright fluorescent light floated over gently and fell into his palm.
The young man's hand trembled, he was afraid that he would watch this bit of broken light melt and disappear in his palm again just like last time.
But that spot of fluorescence was as big as his thumb, like a snow-white pearl, tenaciously exuding a soft and bright light in the dark, without any tendency to dim.
It is so bright and dazzling, it must be because this fragment of memory is one of the most important things to its owner.
The moment it fell into the young man's hand, fragments of memory flowed through the young man's mind.
...
The loud explosion sound echoed in the ears, the ship body was shaking slightly, and the silver-white metal wall reflected a cold and dazzling luster.
He bowed his head.
The young man knelt at his feet, looked up at him, with a childish look on his face.
Mingming's eyes were extremely nervous, but he tried his best to put on a calm expression, and stared at him with a pair of big round eyes, but he didn't know that this kind of poor acting skills had already been seen through by others.
It's just that those pitch-black eyes were too clean and too bright, so bright that it was impossible to ignore the boy's eyes.
…
Another bright fluorescent light floated over and landed in the palm of Mute's other hand.
...
Green vines spread on the bamboo fence, spreading out little white floral flowers. Bright sunlight fell from the sky, illuminating the green grass. He sat quietly on the seat, without saying a word, with a deadpan expression on his face, looking rather unhappy.
A pair of arms stretched out from behind, wrapped around his neck, a warm cheek pressed against his face, and rubbed against it.
"Major general."
A soft and waxy voice rang in my ears, and the boy standing behind the chair hugged him, coquettishly rubbed against him like a pet, and pleaded with him in a low voice.
He still didn't speak, and there was no expression on his face. But only he knew that the child's coquettish cry softly softened his heart into a puddle of water.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the red-haired subordinate kneeling beside him.
"This is not an example."
He says.
"Okay~"
A boy with a bright smile can light up his world.
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In the cold metal dungeon, the light is extremely bright, but it presents an indescribable sense of emptiness.
He sat on the ground, looking at the boy kneeling in front of him, at the pair of dark pupils looking at him worriedly.
His mind was blank at this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he never thought about anything.
When watching this child who was deceived by another 'he' and should have left reappeared in front of his eyes panting, it might be an illusion, but he felt something burning fiercely deep in his chest—
It was a terrible flame that almost burned his whole body.
…
He was sitting on the seat, several light curtains were suspended in front of him, his eyes swept over the light curtains, and occasionally he raised his hand across the virtual light curtains.
The boy sat beside him, happily eating the food he had always regarded as garbage.
He once tried to correct the bad habit of the other party, but as soon as he did something, although the child didn't refute him or make a fuss, he just looked at him and the girl who was about to be taken away with aggrieved eyes with those moist black eyes. Junk food, he couldn't help but retreat.
After doing this several times, he could only give up and let the other party go.
His eyes moved away from the light curtain in front of him, and fell on the young man beside him.
His heart moved.
The young man's lips were slightly parted, and his pale red lips were like the color of green buds that had just opened. A little milky white trace on the edge of his lips somehow made him look even more alluring.
In fact, he didn't think about anything, and he didn't have time to think about anything. By the time he realized it, he had already reached out and wiped off the milky white marks on the corners of the reddish lips with his fingers.
Suddenly the corner of his lips was rubbed, the boy turned his eyes to look at him, as if in a daze, his dark eyes blinked, and the slender eyelashes seemed to be sweeping in the bottom of his heart, making it itchy to look at.
There is still no expression on his face, and he doesn't want to be seen, he doesn't want the other party to know, just a little milky white mark on the corner of his lips, just a slight movement of eyelashes, can hook him All the attention—that would be a shame.
Thinking so, he leaned over and bit the red lips that made his heart itch.
... ... ...
The morning sun fell through the skylight, and he woke up from his deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the young boy with his small body arched in his arms, with a few tufts of hair blowing out in a mess, his childish face blushing slightly, nestling obediently in his arms.
He lowered his head, the fluffy black hair in front of his eyes softly wrapped the tip of his nose.
so cute.
he thinks.
As long as you take a look at it, you can't suppress the feeling of love welling up in the bottom of your heart.
Every time he saw this child, his heart felt like a fire was burning, getting hotter and more intense, almost to the point of pain.
He hugged the boy who was sleeping sweetly in his arms, wrapped his arms around him, wanted to use force, but couldn't bear to hurt him... Even if he locked the boy tightly in his arms, he couldn't restrain it. Live the uneasiness seeping from the bottom of my heart.
That sweet throbbing that surged through my body when I saw this child... and at the same time, that dark and violent feeling that gnawed at the depths of my chest all the time...
That sweet-to-pain feeling...
That desire that grows more greedy day by day...
[I'm crazy about you.]
How about you
…
… … And you
...
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Bright fluorescent lights rustled down, and something dripped from the darkness.
Mute stretched out his hands in front of his eyes, holding up the dots of fluorescent light, dozens of fluorescent lights as bright as pearls floated in his palm, the soft light illuminated the boy's face, and also illuminated the ray of light on the boy's cheek. Reflective tear stains.
The tear that fell slowly slipped from the edge of the hand into the palm of the hand, and a little bit of water was reflected under the fluorescent light.
Fluorescence floated above Mute's hands, emitting a soft light, and the light gathered together to illuminate the boy's cheeks.
That light is like an unquenchable flame, that light is like soft water waves, revealing an indescribable tenderness.
When the light shone on his face, Mute felt as if an invisible big hand was gently caressing his cheek. That feeling is so familiar, as if the person's fingertips brushed the corners of his eyes and brushed the ends of his hair.
... so gentle that it makes people cry...
It turned out not to be.
not at all.
The feeling of being left alone... All hope is lost, but that's all.
So he wondered if this was cause and effect.
He used to leave the major general alone, he used to make the major general suffer, so this time, the major general left him alone in this darkness.
...
But no.
Never.
Because no matter when, the man who loved him deeply would never leave him alone.
...
Bright fluorescent light surrounds Mute, which is the fragment of the most important memory of the man who has disappeared.
The fragments of the memories he cares about the most are still persistently guarding the side of his beloved child, unwilling to leave.
...
Even if all the memories will disappear, only the memory of you will not disappear.
I love you.
I will not forget.