sjar Chapter 501: Embrace in the Future
Chapter 501: Embrace in the Future
The Izumo in front of An Ming seemed to be a completely different planet from the Izumo in his memory, except that they both had the same name.
Izumo.
This is the future Izumo, and it is also the future that countless warriors have guarded with their blood.
It was the countless sacrifices that created this unique "miracle" from the abyss of nothingness.
Although people's memory of the past war has long become increasingly vague, it is only in the history of Izumo that one can still see its prominent place.
An Ming originally wanted to drive SAM to land in a sparsely populated suburb, but after looking down from the sky, he found that the entire Izumo was extremely high-tech, even comparable to the most prosperous Edo Star period.
When Sam descended under the command of the port personnel, An Ming had a better understanding of Izumo. Compared with the videos on the Internet, the scene he witnessed with his own eyes was more shocking.
"Hello, welcome to the port [Gen]. From your expression, it seems like this is your first time in Izumo. As the first interstellar port built in Izumo, Gen was named after the Gen family, which was once the head of the six major families. If you want to go to the city, you can take the skytrain freely."
The receptionist introduced the situation of the port to An Ming, who was completely confused, with a smile on her face. The young receptionist stared at An Ming's profile with some confusion. For some reason, an inexplicable warmth rose in her heart.
It was like the sun of salvation, shining on Izumo without ever going out.
"Thank you."
An Ming raised his mobile phone and opened the positioning information sent by Huang Quan again, and found that the positioning was only the position of Izumo Star, and there was no indication of his own position at all.
The First Affection of Starry Sky Train: Miss Huang Quan, I have arrived at Izumo Star.
[The other party is typing...]
Huang Quan: I'm sorry, but I think you would know.
[The other party has gone offline]
Huang Quan's chat page turned gray instantly, without leaving any location information for An Ming. It would probably take half an Amber Era to search the huge Izumo Star one by one.
Finding a person on a planet is no different from finding a drop of water in the ocean.
In front of the high-tech port, the billboard on the skyrail station plays the MV of Mockingbird. The melody that saves a heart from sadness brings smiles to the faces of everyone who passes by.
Under the neon sign, a sculpture like the setting sun is illuminated. A faceless man is holding an imperial sword and slashing at the sky. A note is written at the foot of the sculpture: [In memory of the man who slashed at the sun].
An Ming just took a look, and then walked through the sunset under the sculpture, leaving only a calm back.
Walking out of the high railway station, what appeared in An Ming's eyes was the glorious and infinite world he had once imagined. Children here did not have to bear the fate of death from birth, and everyone could freely choose what they wanted to do.
So he knew where to look for Huangquan.
It’s more like waiting for his arrival than searching for him.
Huang Quan is waiting for an answer, an answer that is confusing among countless fragments of memory.
If An Ming was that person, he would come here and find her.
The place where God fell.
In Izumo's long history, this is an area that cannot be avoided, and it is also the area that has been devastated by the shadow of the sun for the longest time, causing subsequent development and construction to encounter more severe difficulties than imagined.
The former Lei Dian family has become an old site, and the headquarters has long been moved to a more prosperous area. Only a few maintenance personnel remain at the old site of the God's Falling Land. Compared to the prosperity seen along the way, this place is a bit deserted.
The early autumn season was not cold at all. An old woman holding a broom on the roadside said with a smile: "The savior hero drove away Da Ri. Since then, Izumo has always been warm like spring."
An Ming raised his head in surprise and looked at the old plaque of the Lei Dian family. The traces of time were clearly visible.
A few maple leaves fell at his feet. He had walked this road too many times in his dreams. In Izumo, where everything had changed, the memories of him remained unchanged.
Passing the plaque, I saw the familiar main hall and heard people talking.
"I heard that the head of the Lei Dian Ling family once drew the imperial sword with his mortal body and cut off the head of the Yamata no Orochi to protect the Lei Dian family." The man who looked like a scholar carefully observed the traces of the main hall, trying to piece together some magnificent history from it.
"Who else who draws the sword is not a mortal?" The scholar next to him retorted, "It is better to say that every human who holds the sword is incomparably great. It is extremely rare to see someone swinging a sword at a star god, let alone that person..."
"Perhaps we can really find the truth behind the disappearance of 9 from here!"
The scholars were discussing heatedly but did not notice the young man walking by. They only saw his back out of the corner of their eyes and felt that it matched the statue they saw when they came to Izumo.
An Ming walked through the familiar corridor step by step. This corridor, which was not very long, connected the main hall and the laboratory on the side. In his memory, the corridor seemed very short and could be easily walked through in one minute.
But now, it took An Ming five minutes to walk through the corridor. He stopped at the edge from time to time and raised his head to look at the beams of light flowing through the gaps between the corridors.
Until he reached the lake, he saw a familiar figure.
The figure, with purple hair draped behind his shoulders and a slightly rippling lake water, looked somewhat disoriented.
Drop after drop of tears fell on the surface of the lake, and the ripples continued to spread and intertwine outward, disrupting the sky and Huang Quan's face reflected in the water.
There is no maple tree here, nor is there that important person who cannot be remembered.
It turns out that heartbreak has a sound. Huang Quan felt it difficult to breathe as he shed tears. Looking at the clear lake water, it seemed that he could see the maple tree in his memory again just by looking at it.
After returning to Izumo, more and more memories began to piece together into a complete recollection. She remembered that when she was very young, she sat on the edge of the corridor with a very important person, basking in the sun and watching the maple leaves floating and spinning on the lake.
The person she missed had no name, no appearance, and she couldn't even remember his voice.
She was just missing someone. Perhaps that person had already been disappointed in her. They had met at some point in their lives but couldn't recognize each other.
She would always miss him, even if he never knew her love, even if she would never have the chance to express her love, even if they could never embrace each other again——
She will always love.
Huang Quan has forgotten the happy times they once spent together, but as long as his heart is touched, he can still feel the warmth.
On countless nights when you can't find the direction to move forward, just touch your chest and you can borrow some courage from there again.
Huang Quan originally thought that nothing in Izumo would change, until he arrived at the home he once knew best, only then did he realize that everything had changed.
The lifespan of common maple tree species can reach about 100 years, and can be extended even longer if carefully cared for in a suitable growing environment, but...
She left hundreds of Amber Ages behind.
No kind of maple tree can survive for such a long time. Time can crush all memories except the underworld.
The only one left here is Raiden, Forgotten River Guardian, Mei. The new era Izumo never left any memories of her, and there is no home for her here either.
This...is not home.
Huang Quan stood in front of the lake, and suddenly a deep fatigue emerged from the bottom of his heart. He felt a little strange when he looked at his reflection on the lake.
As long as the void is not truly cut off, she has no reason to stop.
Huang Quan will not continue to wait here for hundreds of Amber Ages like she did in Wangchuan. She has a more important mission to accomplish.
Even if they can't meet again, she will still continue to love.
Even though I am in the abyss of memory all the time, when I stretch out my hand I can only see the memories in my palm turning into fragmented bubbles, and all that can occasionally echo back are some incomprehensible fragments.
Sometimes she looked at her former self as if she were a stranger.
She could no longer feel why she was crying or why she was happy at that time. The Mei in her memory began to feel strange to her.
When a person can no longer empathize with his past self.
Looking back, all that is left of the road we came from is nothingness.
Her whole life was eroded by nothingness. Izumo escaped from the shadow of Dainichi, but Mei was never able to truly escape from Dainichi.
No matter how many autumns come, there will no longer be that maple tree here, nor will there be that young boy whose name is forgotten in memory.
"Mei."
Suddenly a familiar voice came from the wind, but the name it read out was an unfamiliar name.
Mei...it has been many years since anyone called her by this name, or perhaps those who still know this name have all passed away, just as Izumo today is no longer her hometown.
Looking back, An Ming was standing at the edge of the lake. A gust of wind blew past, blowing his figure into the empty outline.
"Why...are you here?"
"I came here because you would be here," An Ming walked towards Huang Quan. From the beginning he knew that he could find Huang Quan here, or rather, find the Mei who was looking for the past.
If there is still a place in Izumo today that is worth revisiting, a place that one would want to return to once again even if all memories are forgotten, it must be this place.
Under that maple tree and in the corridor, they had too many happy daily lives. However, each day seemed so ordinary at the time, but it would take hundreds of amber ages to get them back.
Too many memories have been washed away by the long river of time. How much of the past can be left after all the changes?
Before An Ming could even utter the second sentence, the girl in front of him hugged him tightly in her arms with a speed that surpassed the speed of the messenger, resting her head hard on An Ming's chest, holding his arms tightly with both hands.
Then, as if to confirm something, his hands moved down to touch every inch of the body through the clothes, as if to fill in the blank outline in his memory inch by inch.
Huang Quan had tried to use the parts of countless people to fill in the outline of that memory, but in the end all of them failed without exception.
Her hopes had been shattered too many times, leaving her in despair and forcing her to believe that this was also a kind of nothingness.
Will it be you?
Huang Quan's hands, which had always been steady because of holding the knife, were actually trembling slightly at this moment. As long as he didn't raise his head, he would still retain the last glimmer of hope.
And if this last hope is shattered, nothingness will completely erode her will, and Raiden Mei will truly die.
But she had waited for too long, so long that Izumo had turned into another planet.
At this time, another pair of hands held her hands, and then gently touched her cheeks, and gently lifted her head that was resting on her chest.
Huang Quan finally saw those eyes.
As warm as the sun, and like the first time they met on a spring day many years ago, the boy sat on the edge of the corridor and smiled at her.
In this instant, the blank outline was dotted with the corresponding eyes, and the blurred figure began to be filled with colors from the eyes. Various colored memories filled the blank silhouette like dyes. The happiness that could not be touched in countless dreams all turned into bright colors to fill the outline.
Huang Quan stared at An Ming's eyes in a daze. The memories that had dissipated due to nothingness gradually healed, and the memories that could not be captured in every late night once again flooded into the depths of his mind.
All those little bits of happiness are her memories.
It belongs to Mei Raiden and also to Yomi.
The precious memories that I thought I would never get back came flooding back to me at this moment, and I couldn't help but shed tears. However, they were no longer tears of blood, but tears filled with joy.
She had wept for the dead, but never for herself.
Now, Huang Quan left his own tears, but he was so happy.
"Mei, I'm here to see you."
The two ends of the scale of choice used to be one person and the whole world.
An Ming once chose the world, and with the great cause of saving it, he sacrificed his entire existence to seal the sun.
"I couldn't keep you before," Huang Quan stretched out his hand, gently touched An Ming's cheek, and murmured, "I can finally hug you in the future."
Izumo's bright future does not include Anming.
Saving the world caused the person she loved to be forgotten forever, and even swallowed up the meaning of her existence by nothingness.
"Mei, we had no future in the past," the two people held hands in the reflection of the lake, the sun was warm and bright, and now Izumo has a real sky with stars.
"Now that we no longer have the responsibility of saving the world, what I want to say is... I want to love you no matter in the shadow of the great day of the past or in the bright future of today."
An Ming held Huang Quan's hand tightly. Now they no longer had the responsibility of the imperial sword and could finally walk hand in hand towards the future they had created with their own hands.
In the shadow of the sun, they still had the courage to love each other, so why not now?
"Only you...only you still call me Mei," Huang Quan smiled, but the tears in his eyes flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks.
She is Mei Raiden, the daughter of Ryoma Raiden and Mitsuki Raiden, and the lover of Anming.
As long as the name has not been forgotten by everyone, the past self has never died.
It turned out that she had recognized An Ming when they first met at Pinocchio.
The questions raised at that time have finally been answered.
【Have we met before somewhere? 】
The past, the present, and the future.