The expressions on the faces of all the children around him suddenly became exactly the same as that of "Peter Pan" at this moment.
They became quiet in an instant, and all of them had faint smiles on their faces. Their faces became blurred, but looking at them, they felt that there was no difference between them.
Unconsciously, Wendy suddenly realized that he was not among the crowd. He was pushed gently from behind and staggered out of the crowd.
Looking around, Wendy suddenly realized something he had forgotten -
Why are everyone's faces so blurry except for Peter Pan?
The faces on their faces are not blank, but as long as Wendy looks away, the impression of their faces in his mind will disappear instantly. In any case, he can't remember any face.
But now, when he suddenly woke up, he realized...
Everyone has the same face as Peter Pan. They all have the same expression as him, and they all say in unison with the same tone and different voices: "Because no matter what you went through later, you
My heart always stays on this day.
"If you weren't afraid at the beginning, you wouldn't have roped in Michael; if you thought Michael was enough, you wouldn't have had to rope in John; if you had stood up from the beginning, you wouldn't have harmed the girl who didn't even remember her name...
"However, you never came forward. You knew that those two people were already dead, so you chose to keep the fire and decided that you would never come forward; but your move killed a new innocent person. But if
It is too late to stand up at this time, because then you will not only make the sacrifices of Michael and John meaningless, but you will also make the death of that girl meaningless.
"——A small, hard snowball fell from the top of the snow mountain and started rolling."
Peter Pan's voice fell, and the world in front of him was once again drawn into a dark whirlpool.
But this time the vortex was so slow... that in Sheath's eyes, she could clearly see scenes from the past.
It's like a photo or a short video.
With trembling hands, he saw the news in the newspaper that Peter Pan had become a famous fairy tale writer;
He opened the book in the classroom, only to see that his name had been painted out with a blood-like red pen and changed to "betrayer";
He turned his back to the rooftop, stepped on the high steps, slowly instigated the black wings behind him and took a step back, falling backwards as fearlessly as he did on Never Island;
He lay unconscious in the ambulance, blood soaked in red light filled his blurred vision, and there were noisy sounds;
Wearing a hospital gown, stroking her unfamiliar face, staring at the unfamiliar self in the mirror, I felt waves of nausea in my stomach;
He showed a cheerful smile that made him feel sick, and made new friends in a completely different identity. With the intention of burning himself, he laughed with his new friends and scolded the "Never Island" who committed suicide.
traitor";
Pretending to be a good boy, he stood shyly in front of the elf directors, but felt that their eyes seemed to see through the truth, which made him feel a little uneasy;
After taking over the task of the Tower of Babel and getting the guarantee from the teacher, I silently thought about how to use the young lady I had never met before, while slowly squeezing my face, carefully analyzing her information, and trying to
When we first met, he showed an expression that pleased her...
"...Idiot, dilettante, clown, bumbling weirdo."
Through a wall, Sheath heard Alice's mumbling.
That was her first impression of herself.
Obviously he has done his best - this is the kindest face he can pretend, but the young lady who is not experienced in the world said it out. He knows that it is not a child's talk, nor is it innocent.
Malice... There was undisguised disgust in her eyes, and her clear eyes seemed to see through her own essence at a glance.
...but what went wrong?
So, Shen Po Jing dropped all pretense and told Alice everything he had experienced.
Those were supposed to be his immature students, but their positions now were reversed. As an adult, Sheath knelt on the ground, seeking answers from the young girl. Or seeking her rebuke...or even death.
OK.
He hopes that someone will stand up and tell him what he did wrong.
He hopes to give up the torture he has suffered so far, clear his guilt, and then start again...
But she said...
"I know what you want...but you are not wrong. No matter what price the rescuer pays, the person being rescued is not wrong."
After hearing everything, like a saint-like girl, her eyes became pitiful and gentle: "If there is anything wrong, it's not your fault. It's Peter Pan's fault. It's those who hide the truth and create hype."
The fault of the marketing adults is the fault of those who bully you. You just didn't do your best.
"Because when you are most likely to reverse everything, you have no power to change the tragedy. When things have developed to the point of no return, there is nothing you can do."
Like a shining god, she announced the redemption of the sheath: "Therefore, you never have any sins to atone for."
But at the same time, she also gave the sheath a punishment: "However, you must not forget those who died because of you. Your life does not belong to you, it also belongs to them who gave you life.
"You must live a wonderful enough life to be worthy of their sacrifice; your life must have more meaning to be worthy of the people who lost their future because of you; you must save more people and complete higher achievements...
"You must not be ashamed of your life until death - only then can you make them proud of you."
That girl, who was younger than him, said the same words as his mentor.
...It turns out that's the case.
What he had forgotten for a long time, the mood he had at that time was recalled again.
The reason why I feel that I am not wrong, the reason why I pursue the power that can change the world, the reason why I seek my own "meaning of life", the reason why I have accomplished great things, and the reason why I will not be ashamed of myself even until my death...
After so many years, the original text of this passage had long been forgotten by Sheath. It had been processed repeatedly in his memory and turned into the shape he wanted.
But the "determination", the awakening "love", and the germination of "hope" that Shea initially got from this sentence have already taken root, sprouted, and blossomed.
At that moment, Sheath felt that her heart was as peaceful as a winter lake.
His life of giving up everything to pursue "meaning" has already gone astray——
He sacrificed the present to preserve the "meaning" of the past, and sacrificed the future in exchange for the "meaning" of the present. Everything he did was just an illusory mirror.
...but why.
"Why would I forget..."
His voice was filled with regret for the first time.
The boy's sheath began to age in an instant, and gradually became older. He became a young man, middle-aged, and then an old man full of wrinkles.
He once thought that the best future in his life was to grow old with Alice.
Until he was deceived. He gave up the long-term leisure and chose the glory of the moment - and when he discovered that after giving up the person he loved most, he still did not get the "meaning" that he had always wanted in his heart.
Already collapsed.
From then on, it was just a madman's madness.
The old sheath made an old and unclear voice, stretched out its hand to grasp the ground hard, and her eyes were filled with tears.
Then, the tears finally fell.
"Why...I would forget such an important thing..."
He whimpered silently and cried silently. A miserable cry like a crushed bird was squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
"Alice, Alice ahhhhhhhh--"
The young Alice sitting opposite the old man, her pupils also became darker.
Her hazy yellow pupils looked out the window, her eyes containing all the wisdom in the world.
She seems to have seen through the past and the future, and seems to understand all the truths and misfortunes in the world.
Of all things in the world, only love and hope are the most poisonous.
The girl turned around, stretched out her hand, and gently touched the old man's gray hair, who was kneeling on the ground and crying until he almost died.
"When you compare the sword in your arms to your own god... you are on the wrong track."
Russell said softly: "When your sword wins, you yourself will fail."
Outside the window, the new moon was born, casting a clear light, as quiet and soft as water.