Chapter 1271: One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Eight [Poem of Magpie and Nobody (Part 2)]

Chapter 1271 Chapter 1268 · [Poem of Magpie and Nobody (Part 2)]

"I'm leaving, Siyi."

Inside the quilt, Little Si Que said to the girl on the upper bunk.

With her golden hair drooping, Siyi leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at him: "Why?"

"For more interesting inspiration, I'm going to the royal city." Little Si Que said.

"So you want to abandon me, abandon the story you're about to finish?" Siyi widened her eyes: "You just recognized me as your sister, didn't you? We still have a long time to live..."

"Yes." Little Si Que said: "But there must be the next story."

Siyi felt abandoned.

Su Mingan could feel her emotions, puzzled, angry, sad, and even a little dark...

"You stay and finish this story. After all, you've been thinking about it for so many years." Siyi tried to keep her.

Little Si Que yawned, with a blush at the end of his eyes: "Creators must learn to let go at the right time."

Su Ming'an has heard the creed of the creator - after the characters in his writing come to life, they must respect their independence and stop interfering with their future. But in Siyi's understanding, this is abandonment, and she can't understand letting go.

She looked at Si Que and suddenly said: "Brother, if I eat you, will you not leave?"

Si Que heard such terrible words, but just turned over: "Then remember to add some wheat, I like to eat wheat..."

He fell asleep like this, not caring what Si Yi would do.

Watching this scene, Su Ming'an seemed to gradually understand why Si Que wrote the story of "The Last Supper", which was caused by Si Que himself.

In the quiet room, there was only the faint breathing of the two.

Gradually, under the blue moonlight, the girl's faint cry gradually sounded. Her voice was very low, covered by the quilt, as if she didn't want the sleeping Si Que to hear it:

"... Only obedient children can eat candy, monsters that steal stars, mighty demons and righteous heroes... Such fairy tales don't exist at all."

"The groom can't save the bride, and the bride doesn't like to eat wheat at all... The wheat ears in the story haven't matured yet, and everything is over and abandoned."

"I thought that this kind of life could last for a long time. The little magpie could write a better story at the table, but in the end, the child still had to become a steady hero, and the story that didn't pass the review would be buried..."

"Then why did I live, why did I leave the paper alone, for what..."

The golden hair was bent on the pillow, she was crying, and her shoulders were shaking.

In the lower bunk, the little Si Que turned over again, his eyes were red, and he sighed silently.

"Alas..."

...

[Act 7: "Outside the Pavilion"]

[Every child has an adventure island in his heart, with countless treasures on the island. ]

[Although their bodies are always in a boring reality, their imaginations will fly high again and again, flying to the distant adventure island, exploring treasures with elves, breaking through the thorny maze, defeating the evil dragon, and starting the next adventure. ]

[Just like this, they fantasize again and again... Fantasy of monsters stepping on the playground, saving the world in front of the whole school, and fantasizing about summoning elves on the stage, causing teachers and classmates to exclaim...]

[Gradually, their bodies became heavy, and gravity began to drag their feet... They began to be unable to fly high, and they were getting farther and farther away from the adventure island. ]

[Then, one day, they no longer fantasized about that adventure island. ]

[The monster took the candy in their jar. ]

[The stars in the bedroom were picked. ]

[The ears of wheat lay on the table. ]

[The fairy tale on paper fell asleep. 】

…

On the night of departure, Si Que watched the stars on the hillside.

…He was thinking, is he really going to the royal city? Is he going to change from a "child" to an "adult"?

His spiritual energy comes from his childish innocence. What if he bids farewell to his identity as a child? Will inspiration still favor him?

At this time, there was a rustling sound of grass behind him, and his long green hair fell on the side of his face. Qiao was wearing a linen robe that followed the local customs, and walked in with straw sandals, without any noble airs.

"The stars in the royal city are not so clear, they are always gray and full of boring and dull adults." Qiao looked up.

"Qiao, if I maintain the status quo and finish the story of Bairi Floating City peacefully, is it the best?" Little Si Que expressed his hesitation.

"Of course it's good. It's good to continue to be a child, and it's also good to become a spiritual adult. You don't have to grow up, Si Que, it doesn't matter if you don't grow up." Qiao said.

They sat quietly on the hillside for a while, with only the sound of birds in the mountains. The flames were burning in the lampshade in the center of the village, and every household had fallen asleep.

"You said that everyone will face a monster when they are sixteen or seventeen years old. It will eat our candies and stars, eat our innocence and spirit, and then we will gradually become boring adults." Little Si Que said.

"Hehe." Qiao laughed and lay down beside him:

"So, you have to fight it head-on. If you don't fight it, how do you know if you will win? My little warrior, pick up your little wooden sword and face it bravely. You must be sure that no matter how old you are, it can't devour your innocence and spirit, and that you will always be the one who can see MapleStory. Until the moment you defeat it, you will always be favored by inspiration."

"Forever..." Little Si Que chewed on this word: "But the life span of the magpie tribe is only more than 30 years, and I can't write such a great story."

Qiao's palm stroked his head, and his eyes deepened: "The quality of life does not lie in its length."

Little Si Que stood up and looked at Qiao's eyes steadily.

The moonlight flowed on their fluttering hair, and Little Si Que spread out his palm - it was a worn, gray-brown feather pen. Made of the most ordinary materials, there was nothing special about it, but it had been with him for a long time.

Golden color flowed in his eyes, and it was hard to tell whether it was the eyes or the moonlight:

"--But what if I was defeated by that monster? What if I can no longer write a spiritual story when I grow up? What if The Floating City of Daylight is the best story I have ever written..."

What if he also...

Fleeted in front of the "monster"?

What if he also...

Became "Opa" and "Uncle Hunt"?

What about the stories in his mind that have not been written yet, the poor girl who was being experimented on, the girl who was waiting, the wanderer who returned home from a long journey... What if they were also "erased"?

Familiar names that have never been spoken floated on his lips, as if they would spring to life under the paper as long as he called them.

Until——

Qiao hugged him.

The emerald-like long hair floated by, and the boy's eyes were fixed on Qiao's chest. His head was pressed by his broad hands and buried in his warm embrace.

"...It doesn't matter if you are defeated." The broad voice flowed in the boy's ears.

For a moment, Xiao Si Que felt that his cheek was not pressed against the texture of the cloth robe, but the hard police uniform, his hair was rubbed by big hands, and his iron-like arms were holding him.

"... Whether you are a boring adult or an interesting adult, you will always stand above the spirit."

"Because you are a child blessed by inspiration, you are born with wonderful ideas. Moreover, even if you are defeated and really lose the spirit of a child..."

"I will help you find it back, because it is as precious as gold, little bird."

"I found you at the beginning because my divination crystal told me that a child with a destiny entangled with my fate appeared in Tara Village in the east. I don't really believe in the illusory prophecy, I just came to find you. I plan to provide you with food and drink until the end of your life, but I don't plan to do anything else."

"But seeing After I met you, I found that... you are different. "

"You are different from others. Your aura is the most brilliant and dazzling I have ever seen."

"Little bird, you should fly, fly high over the Adventure Island, find the treasure in the mist again and again, and always keep your spirituality and romance, no matter how old you are, no matter after the Second Age, the Third Age, the Fourth Age... After thousands of years, where will we return to, or dust. "

"Look, the starry sky tonight is so beautiful. Before leaving, make a star necklace for your sister. "

...

[Act 8·〈Star Necklace〉]

[He ran forward.]

[Leaving the old rut, leaving the warm village, leaving the treetop where he lived throughout his childhood.]

[The summer cicadas are far away, and he can no longer hear the croaking of frogs by the lotus pond.]

["Don't go, little magpie, you promised me that you would let me see the wheat." The bride in a white wedding dress called him. 】

【"Don't go. You are curious about the future of the floating city, aren't you? The crazy ruler, the mechanical bride named Nolia... Come back, little magpie, continue to be a carefree child, and write about us." A uniform voice called him from behind. 】

【"Don't go, great creator, I haven't invited you to see the scenery of our inner and outer cities, and you just gave up the story..."】

【"Brother..."】

...

"Siyi."

Kerosene lamp, grid in front of the window, yellow wooden table.

Little Si Que grabbed Siyi and put the feather pen in her palm.

"What is this?" The blonde and blue-eyed heroine looked at him blankly. Her eyes were red, and she cried all night because she knew that the story of the floating city was destined to be abandoned. Si Que abandoned them.

"I want to give the pen to you, heroine." Little Si Que looked at her: "The main plot has been told to you in the past few years. Next, please write your own story."

He transferred the right to write the story to the heroine himself.

Siyi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she stared at Xiao Si Que in a daze.

"Really...?"

"Yes. I'll go to the royal city, maybe I can see the world tree. One day, I will try my best to make sharp contradictions no longer be content that cannot be reviewed, so that you can truly appear in the world... I will come back." Xiao Si Que stretched out her hand and wiped her tears with a handkerchief:

"Before that... I give you the pen. Freedom belongs to you."

"I must leave the village, the war of independence has begun."

"Siyi, I'm sorry to leave you. But I will give you the feather pen, wait for me... okay?"

Siyi sobbed:

"Okay..."

Xiao Si Que took out a star necklace from his arms.

"Then wear this parting gift, I made it last night."

He put the necklace on Siyi's neck:

"In this way, no matter what you become, I will recognize you at a glance when I see you."

"My first protagonist... I will come to you."

...

["I had a brother...but he is no longer here." Siyi lowered her head. There was a star necklace around her neck, which was left to her by her brother. 】

…

——The strong children have left the village, but there must always be children who stay to help their mother-in-law harvest wheat, right?

The little magpie smiled and walked out, followed by a large number of villagers.

——This time, the children who stayed to help their mother-in-law harvest wheat took them out.

Later, during these thousands of years, he drank the same glass of wine with the wise men of ancient Greece, shared the same gravity theorem with the first falling apple, and sang the same poem with the crows of the Tower of Babel.

He left behind a splendid, romantic, permanent and era-spanning epic.

He defeated the "monsters" that would appear when he was sixteen or seventeen, and became a child who always remained spiritual and romantic.

He flew high over the Islands of Adventure, finding treasures in the mist again and again. The candies in his jar were always full, and the stars were always hanging from the ceiling.

Until one day, he completes the thrilling adventure and becomes a hero known to the world... looking back.

——A pure white city shines in the distant game.

"Finally, the protagonist and his companions entered the inner city, met the most powerful mechanical mother goddess in the city, and launched the ultimate duel..."

…

[Eight o'clock in the morning. Su Mingan entered the core building of the floating city.

Xiao Su and Xiao Nuo seem to have reached the final moment of the plot: Xiao Su is challenging the strongest person in the city - the Mechanical Mother Goddess. 】

…

"The groom and the bride defeated the mechanical mother goddess in the Colosseum, but the fertility problem in the floating city was still unresolved. At this time, the heroine Siyi walked into the Colosseum..."

…

[Su Ming'an watched Siyi walk towards the Mechanical Mother Goddess step by step. There was no fear or fear on her face, she just kept clutching the star necklace her brother left for her.

A thin girl with a frail body and skinny legs, she walked towards the altar step by step. 】

…

"In order to save the future of the floating city, the girl decided to sacrifice herself to make a reproduction machine..."

…

【Then,

The girl looked at them.

——The selected "children" looked at these "adults". 】

…

The heroine holds a quill.

She did not follow the plot, but rewrote the story that little Sique told her in the white space, and wrote her own story.

Siyi.

It was Si Que who wrote this world, and she gradually enriched it over the long years, turning it into a complete world, and she holds the quill to rewrite this world.

Therefore she is—

——Floating City in the White Sun, the Supreme Lord, Siyi.

…

["Yes." The white-haired young man knelt down on one knee to Siyi and lowered his head:

"Obey your command, Lord Most High."]

…

"Little magpie."

"Did you finally... come to me?"

"The wheat is still lying on my bedside table."

"I want to... give it to you."

…