Chapter 1648: Nine. To the far horizon (17)

Continue to fight until you are defeated by an invincible and powerful enemy. Take this as your only pride and your only hope and goal.
There is nothing wrong with anyone who has nothing.
Such a survival, such a death, will never be embarrassing.
In an empire full of death and discrimination, they walked along this way. This is their only dignity and bottom line. It is not a mistake to be willing to abandon the pride they have always adhered to.
Even so.
That is by no means correct.
"It is not a mistake to abide by Gao Jie and pride, and it is not absurd to pursue happiness."
"In the eyes of the empire, happiness that does not meet the standards they set is ridiculous and must be eliminated."
"but……"
"Even if you can choose happiness and can imagine the future, what will happen? As long as the empire continues to exist, the'new order' is still running. Not to mention the pursuit of happiness, thinking itself is a sin. Even if you can find and have happiness for the time being, It won’t take long before they will be plundered again, ravaged, and become nothing. Instead of suffering again, it’s better..."
The girl didn't go on, and the boy didn't keep asking.
The words are clear enough.
It's not that they don't want to be happy and do not want to pursue the future, but they are afraid that once they leave the abyss of nothing, they will be deprived again after they have it again, and they will be beaten into a deeper and more painful abyss.
No one can withstand this kind of blow. After experiencing repeated hopes and despairs, adults will become cowards who fear happiness, not to mention minors who have experienced tragic childhood. The weight of the scars on them is enough to shake or even destroy life. In the face of an empire that seems to be invincible forever, those scars will constantly remind them of the deprivation of pain and humiliation.
Even though a miracle happened, the empire was destroyed overnight without a trace, and it took many years for those injuries to be cured. Not to mention that the empire is still alive, and continues to be strong, constantly moving towards glory and standing still.
The combination of the big environment and personal factors, the rejection of happiness is a bitter helplessness, but it is by no means a mistake.
From an objective point of view, this is really no way, nothing wrong.
Understanding this, she should understand her position, respect her choices, and then quietly retreat, watching her on the side and accompanying her until she swallowed her last breath.
"So, don't worry about us anymore. We can only do this until we are dead. But you are different, you can choose your life, and you can pursue a different future in the Republic. Taking advantage of the time now, you should Step in the future."
This is a reasonable approach.
but.
Man is not a machine, not to cut off feelings, to divide everything into two, and use the dichotomy of black and white and right and wrong to judge and process all procedures.
Man is a creature that knows love, has love, and will desperately pursue love.
"I do not want."
The teenager hugged the girl, his arms tightly locked his thin body in his arms.
The scent of honey lily from the hair tip, the body temperature coming from the clothing, seems to be agitated with the heartbeat resonating together-these are not phantoms, the girl in front of me is real, is a living life. But as soon as she let go and left, she might disappear.
At the thought of this, Marseille was frightened.
Suddenly hugged, the "nightingale" brain became blank.
The battle-hardened warriors, the death and mourners in the eyes of the veterans, the model of the minor warriors-before the three-minute gap, almost immediately indulged in the reaction. In the next second, the repressed feelings boiled and turned into chaos and heat that the girl never experienced, bursting out in one breath.
"You, you, you, you, you, you! What are you doing!!! Let go, ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
It is completely unimaginable that the scream of the "nightingale" who didn't hum when he was injured, even beyond the range of human beings, is almost similar to the giant dangerous species. At that moment, the whole building shivered.
"I don't listen."
The boy shook his head stubbornly, frowning more tightly.
"Don’t say anything that doesn’t qualify for the pursuit of happiness, never say it a second time. What is nothing, you are not nothing. What if you have lost it once? If you lose a part of happiness, then look for and create more Happiness is enough. If there is not enough, two, ten, one hundred, one day, one day, overflowing happiness will overshadow misfortune. So... so never say nothing Way to be happy, this will attract unfortunate words.
Indulging in misfortune will eventually attract more misfortune.
In order to overcome the misfortune and stand up from the abyss, people need hope, and they need to pursue happiness.
But this is not what Marseille really wants to express, nor is it enough to eliminate the despair of the "nightingale".
"Don’t be stupid, as long as the empire still exists, even if it takes a moment of happiness? And even if there is new happiness, will the past pain disappear? You want me to forget those people, when those Has it never happened?"
"Even so...!! Even if this world is unreasonable, even if you don’t want to forget the scars and those who passed away, you can’t say that you can’t be happy. Because you are still alive, you can still pursue, only the dead, what is it? I can’t do anything, I can’t pursue anything. Not to mention—"
He paused for a moment, always behaved calmly and rationally, Marseille, who had been advancing along the "right" track, felt that the block on his chest was melting, heating up, boiling, and becoming something he had forgotten for a long time. An impulse that was very close to instinct erupted from the chest, squeezed the throat, and spit out all the words that had been stuck inside.
"Don't leave me behind."
That's the same voice pleading.
In the center of the endless wilderness, a boy was in the dark, not knowing where to go, or what to do, crying alone and helpless, when a faint light appeared in front of him, he stretched out to the light with fear Shot, I was afraid that the thin ray of light would disappear.
"It's you who told me, don't stand still, don't just keep going like that. Because you said that, I can stand up. So, so please wait for me, you are my way back, without you, me I don’t know where to go back and where to go. I will definitely find the way forward and find a way to make you happy. So, don’t leave me behind... don’t say things that you can’t be happy, don’t hold That kind of mentality, even if the world is neither beautiful nor tender, even if the world is only malicious and cruel, I want to deny that you can’t be happy, you have the qualifications and power to look forward to the future, then it’s you requirement."
I don't know how many times, the words have reached my mouth, that is to say, I can't say it. She could only watch her back in silence, hiding her words in the deepest part of her heart, and let no one know.
At the moment, he was afraid.
He didn't know what triggered the opportunity, it was Minerva's analysis, or "Nightingale" seemed to see through all the open-mindedness. At the moment of impulse, he felt a huge gap-as if the two worlds were looking at each other Invisible but extremely solid barrier.
He and her, originally people from two different worlds, met by chance, met, and stepped into the same country together.
Even so, the world in their eyes is different, and the world they expect is different, and eventually they will inevitably encounter divergences and embark on a branch of the road leading to different worlds.
Only know the battlefield, and only use the battlefield to define your girl;
It was only by accident that the boy stepped on the battlefield and had not been tempered by the brutal war.
For girls, Marseille is not necessary.
The girl who cannot see the future, the boy who is unwilling to imagine the future-the world in which the two live, the world in which the two desire, and the way in which the two exist, are all too far apart.
He will only become her burden, and will only bring her pain, and his existence will threaten her.
From the beginning, they should not be together, they cannot be together.
can.
Even so.
Even if the rational thinking circuit rooted in the heart is making cold predictions and conclusions, even if the whole world is denying them, even if the world is destined for good people without good rewards, no one can get the happiness they expect. Even if you know that you will only hurt her now, even if you shouldn't reach out, you must let go.
Even in the end, what was waiting for them was a very cruel ending.
Marseille couldn't help but want to expect to stand beside her, hoping that she could still be with herself.
He did not want to lose again.
This is his only hope.
So Marseille hugged the "nightingale".
Until now, he did not want to let go.
I am a selfish guy.
Passionate heart, still calm thinking circuit with self-deprecation.
Knowing that she would hurt her, even if she kept her, she would continue to go to the battlefield. But still—
wrong.
Therefore.
He must make a change.
With an empty heart and no expectations, he cannot give a girl who can't expect happiness and a completely different life in the future, and cannot stand side by side with her. If he doesn't want to hurt her, if he wants to make her happy, he must be someone who won't hurt her.
In other words, he must make a change, and he must take steps from his own laurels.
"I can only look forward to this now. I don't know what will happen in the future after this step is taken, but, don't... please don't even take this expectation from me."
"You are too cunning."
After froze for a while~EbookFREE.me~ The girl stretched her hand around the boy and said in a voice almost identical to her crying voice:
"There is no such thing as forcing others to make girls cry, isn't it just like the bad guys in the story."
"Yes, I am a cunning villain."
"Even if you agree, even if you swear, even if you guarantee, there may be no way to do it."
"It doesn't matter."
Marseille raised his mouth.
"Decide on it. Otherwise, the chicken will be called."
Before Jiming, you have to deny me three times (Matthew 26:74).
Close to the boy's chest, "Nightingale" smiled quietly.
It was a cry, and a smile of relief.
"I won't leave you until the far horizon."