I'm not afraid of death, let alone failure. The only thing that scares me is time and being forgotten.

——"The Azure New Testament Chapter 6: Time"

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"You look strange today, don't you?"

"Is there any?" Lin Sen opened his eyes, the sunlight outside the window was very dazzling.

"Yeah! It's all written on his face!" Wu Huan lay on his heart, her jade-like fingers pointing at Lin Sen's nose.

Lin Sen was startled when he heard this, then closed his eyes and asked with a smile: "What is written there?"

"Well, it's hard to tell, let me take a look!" Wu Huan said, sitting in Lin Sen's arms. She held Lin Sen's face in her hands and looked at it carefully.

Lin Sen put his hands around Wu Huan's waist in a cooperative manner, and just closed his eyes and let her take a closer look.

"Well...I saw some sadness, and...well...some reluctance."

Lin Sen smiled bitterly, moved his hand upwards, and reached Wu Huan's back, and then used force to let Wu Huan return to his arms.

"Did you really write so much?"

Wu Huan's favorite thing to do every day was to lie in bed with Lin Sen, and it was the same now, but... Wu Huan keenly smelled something unusual today.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Huan asked softly while drawing circles on Lin Sen's heart with her fingers.

Lin Sen opened his eyes. The room was large and a little empty. However, this was his, Wu Huan, and Diya's love nest, so... sometimes empty also meant to accommodate more.

After looking at the sunlight scattered in the room and the white curtains fluttering in the wind, Lin Sen was stunned for a long time before he replied: "I... told them my thoughts today."

"Huh?..." Wu Huan changed from nestling to crawling again, her chin resting on Lin Sen's heart, her eyes looking at Lin Sen's face that was still attractive even if the angle was inappropriate.

"Everyone agreed." Lin Sen said this without a smile on his face.

So Wu Huan frowned and asked, "Is this a good thing? Why are you unhappy?"

Lin Sen thought for a while and said: "Because... they believe in me and believe that I can find out the truth and end all this."

Wu Huan continued to listen to Lin Sen's words, and she gradually began to understand.

On the surface, Lin Sen is the most special and powerful human being in the world. He has the ability to communicate with the future, intervene in the past, and is almost immortal. He can also create anything anytime, anywhere with his understanding of the meta.

The feeling of all this condensed together is not just amazing and powerful! But...

Nothingness... ethereal... so much so that Lin Sen always gave people a lofty, god-like appearance.

But there are only Wu Huan and Lemidia...and...

Only they understand that there is a little boy living in Lin Sen's heart. He has never changed, and he has never been what everyone expected. He is a competent, handsome, and unrestrained hero who makes everyone feel at ease.

…

In all of today's events, fate has always taken the initiative, and what Lin Sen did was to survive in this stormy sea.

Maybe many people don’t understand… don’t understand… don’t understand…

Everyone thinks that with greater ability comes greater responsibility!

This sentence is correct...

But it's not the truth...

Just like Superman in human society... Although he has the ability to save everything, he cannot save everyone, especially in the face of huge disasters, in the face of floods, and in the face of the millions of lives that are about to die before tsunamis, even if

How much can Superman do?

And how many people can be saved to prevent Superman from being insulted by the world's indifference just because he watched a person die in front of him?

Cognition is a circle. As the circle continues to expand, inward you are a wise man and a respected elder, but outward... when the circle gets bigger and bigger, you will find that what you gain

The more knowledge and answers you have, the more questions and confusions you have to face.

This is what Lin Sen is like now.

"Then become the person they trust, or...do nothing." Wu Huan put her face against Lin Sen's heart. She liked to listen to the sound of the heartbeat, which gave her an infinite sense of fulfillment and peace of mind.

feel.

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"You don't owe this world anything. You have the right to choose who you want to be, but sometimes, for the sake of the person you love, you can't just stay true to yourself."

These were the words left to Lin Sen by his father. From that day on, Lin Sen no longer needed to attend regular music lessons or read music scores.

But after that day, Lin Sen stepped onto the stage and became the world-famous genius musician.

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The sea breeze was blowing, and outside the tomb of the First King, Jin Yinger accompanied Chen Lan to watch the sunrise for the last time.

This young man, who is only twenty-five years old, has signs of aging all over his face at this moment. His life seems to have been stepped on the accelerator, and he keeps running wildly until the fuel is exhausted and the lamp is dry, and he is dying.

"Sister Yinger, do you like the sea?" Chen Lan asked.

Jin Ying'er stood beside him, holding his back with one hand, and grabbed a handful of flower petals with the other hand and threw it into the air.

"It's okay, I don't like it too much."

Chen Lan nodded. He held his tombstone, coughed and said, "That's a pity. I thought everyone liked this kind of cemetery facing the sea. Maybe after we go to that world, we can still get together."

Let’s watch the sunrise and sunset together.”

Jin Yinger glanced at the tombstone that had been erected for a long time. At first, she thought it was a farewell, a very poetic farewell to her past self and all the things in the past. So even though she knew that there was nothing under the tombstone, she still felt that it was a farewell.

She also set up a piece for herself.

But now, the seven-year agreement is coming to an end.

When looking at this tombstone again, Jin Yinger felt very ironic...

"Returning home..." Jin Ying'er muttered unconsciously.

Chen Lan looked at Jin Yinger: "Did you just say something?"

Jin Ying'er was startled and then said: "Nothing, just a little bit emotional."

"Oh..." Chen Lan smiled, then sat down next to his tombstone and said, "Speaking of returning home...I suddenly felt a little homesick...well...I missed home..."

Perhaps his life was about to reach its end, and Chen Lan's words became garrulous. He tried to breathe hard, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't even do such a small resistance.

Jin Ying'er looked at him, her eyes were red, she didn't know what to say to Chen Lan.

because……

Because...it's too late...

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A few days ago, after learning the news that Chen Lan was about to die, Jin Yinger immediately contacted Lin Sen with expectation.

But Lin Sen, who had always maintained a single line of contact, made Jin Ying'er wait for nineteen hours before calling back, and what she brought back was not a miracle.

"Chen Lan... is no longer able to survive, so I can only leave all this to you, and you will be responsible for the affairs of the Transcendent School." Lin Sen's voice was very soft.

But what Jin Ying'er heard was indifference, and the feeling of sadness over the rabbit's death and the fox's death arose spontaneously.

She had realized that Lin Sen was unable to respond to her expectations, let alone fulfill the seven-year agreement.

Therefore, after Lin Sen and Jin Ying'er explained the entire "Homecoming Plan" arrangement, Jin Ying'er remained silent. She was trying her best to restrain herself from being sad or sad, but... she couldn't do it!

"Chen Lan...is it really hopeless? What about what you promised? What about our agreement?" This is what Jin Ying'er wanted to ask, but she buried it all in her heart.

She knew now was not the time to talk about this.

but still……

still……

"I will go see Chen Lan, and I will tell him my thoughts. Of course... it can also be regarded as a farewell." Lin Sen did not have any extra words, and after speaking, he unilaterally cut off contact.

Looking at the completely dimmed beacon, Jin Ying'er knew that she had now become a member of the "Homecoming" project, and was invited by Lin Sen's unreserved trust.

"What is this? Forced?" Jin Ying'er laughed at herself. She dropped the report and came to the main hall of the first salary king's mausoleum alone in despair.

There, the zinc embedded in the ground texture can help Jin Ying'er regain her composure.

And the calmer you are, the sadder you are.

Jin Ying'er took the small black square box sent by Lin Sen. After looking at it for a long time, she suddenly fell to her knees, but she just opened her mouth and wanted to cry, but she couldn't even make a sound.

But when she got up again, all that was gone.

She has become a member of the stage, and that voice has been firmly and deeply rooted in the depths of her mind.

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The night before Chen Lan left, Lin Sen arrived as promised.

Chen Lan woke up while sitting by the bed without saying anything. In fact, he was not asleep.

"Brother Sen?"

Lin Sen hid in the night and did not look back, only giving Chen Lan a back view.
To be continued...