Wrapped in a thin blanket, Heshia sat by the electric stove in slippers, her beautiful black eyes looking at the orange heat source, occasionally in a daze.
"Sister Tilan, what do you think of this~" A burst of lively footsteps came, and three children around the age of ten came to her side, holding up the newly painted painting in their hands.
The picture is drawn with watercolor pens. The painting style is very soulful. The confusing lines probably require some kind of phantom to see the content clearly. It is probably a little black-haired man holding a sword in his hand, flying in the sky, and below is tilting this way and that. of various buildings.
"This is my painting of Sister Tilan, do you think it looks like it?" The boy held up the painting, looking forward to the girl's answer, with snot bubbles rising from his nose.
"Wipe your nose first." The girl handed out two tissues and looked at the painting.
She didn't really want to hit the other person, but she couldn't say anything against her will.
'There is a lot of room for improvement and the future is promising. '
"(＾－＾)V, yeah~ Sister Tilan praised me, hehe." He proudly showed off to his companions, then surrounded the girl and asked her to take a photo, and then trotted out with his companions.
Seeing several children running away, another aunt in the room said, "You, you really spoil them. Believe it or not, there will be several more people asking you to draw pictures in a few days."
"These children, this is..." Another aunt-like figure also echoed.
"I think their paintings are fake, but their surrounding Tilan is real. After all, Tilan's appearance is indeed the same. The painting is just a pretense."
"Tilan, don't think that the child is so naive, they are all crazy." The two aunts in the room reminded the girl. In their eyes, Tilan, who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, is still too young and youthful. Astringent, in fact, he is also a child who has not grown up.
"I understand." Unable to resist the kindness of her elders, Tilan nodded, then continued to lean on the chair, looking at the fire in a daze.
Occasionally, she would be very lazy and not think about anything. She would just sit quietly and let her thoughts fly. The orange fire in her eyes also added a bit of sleepiness.
Time passed unknowingly, and it had been a week since she arrived at her uncle's house. She was gradually getting used to the life here. Occasionally, when asked by her aunts and uncles, she would talk about her past life, making people around her sigh.
"Your mother, Miss Gu Yongrong, was also very beautiful when she was a child. I don't know how many people pursued her in Jielou City, and there were also many childhood sweethearts who grew up together. But in the end, no one chose her, but the one she just met not long ago. When outsiders left, everyone thought she was dead, and many people shed tears."
"If you don't think about the facts, it's a different story... It's a good thing that the eldest lady didn't die in that accident, but I didn't expect that outside, it was still..."
"Oh, look at my mouth, I talk about sad things again."
"It's nothing, I'm not that sad now." Hesia knew that she looked very similar to her mother, which would easily arouse people's nostalgia.
After all, they have never seen themselves when they were children, and the appearance of themselves now happens to be similar to that of their mother when she left, so it is easy to confuse and associate them with each other.
Another day, a rare day when the snow stopped.
Heshia, who had been sitting indoors for a long time, came out wearing a velvet winter skirt and boots and walked outside covered with snow. There were several children of similar age with her.
First, they walked through the streets of the residential area, then walked out of the urban area under construction and headed towards the hills outside.
The mountain road is very flat, and traces of past traffic can be seen, but the main road is covered by snowflakes and is not so obvious.
Several people walked through snow pits of varying depths and arrived at a location halfway up the mountain, where they could overlook the entire city below and the gray wilderness in the distance.
"Tilan." The girl, who was a few years older than the girl, pointed to the wasteland in the distance and spoke.
"A glass plantation will be built there in the future, which will produce a lot of food. I will work there in the future." She is Gu Qianlou's second daughter and Hexia's cousin.
"Do you feel a bit hopeless? After all, the eldest sister has now begun to take over some affairs in the city." Her name is Gu Fanying, and the eldest sister she refers to is Gu Qianlou's eldest daughter, named Gu Fanqing. He also has a younger brother, Gu Fanyun.
"It's nothing. It feels like a normal job." Tilan smoothed her hair beside her ears and looked at the wasteland in the distance.
"You don't understand, because you grew up outside and didn't have to be stared at and gossiped about by many relatives at home."
"Because we are the daughters of the leader, we have been strictly educated since childhood. Although this is for our own good, the restraint and discomfort are hard to describe."
"I probably couldn't keep up. I was never good enough and was scolded by my father. I had an argument with him before, but the result was that I was scared of being scolded. You don't know how scary it is when my dad gets angry," she said. Shake his head.
"However, in the past six months, he seems to have changed a lot. He is a little gentler than before. He finally had a good talk with me. He is no longer as strict with me as he used to be. He also agrees with my idea of almost being a loser. , no longer pursue high-ranking, important positions in the city, but just be a gardener of the botanical garden."
"People's personalities don't change suddenly, and the biggest change in the past six months was brought about by you." She turned around and looked at Tilan.
"So I'm grateful to you."
"In the past few days, I have seen you often in a daze, and occasionally feeling sad. I don't know why you are troubled, but I still want to say that you must live well."
"I have never experienced the feeling of a loved one passing away, but after imagining it, I understand the sadness and loneliness involved."
"Because I often feel this way, because of the incomprehension of my family, as well as all kinds of denial and persuasion, I feel very wronged. It seems that I am surrounded by everyone, but I am extremely lonely."
"I don't want to take care of the trivial things between my relatives anymore, and I don't want to be the kind of person who has the power and the like like my sister. I always want to escape and live a simpler life, and because of this This kind of escape makes me feel weak." She stamped her feet and shook off some snow.
"There's no way, things can't be solved by thinking or winning by spirit. Hesitation and waiting can't change anything."
"Just keep moving forward, the road should get wider and wider." After saying that, she hugged Tilan gently.
"You are the most talented and beautiful girl I have ever seen. You shouldn't be so sad every day. Sparkling and dazzling, that's how you should be."
Is this comforting...
Tilan said thank you and wanted to explain that she was not that sad, but at this moment, several children slowly climbed up the hillside and trotted over.
"Haha, I got here first~" Several children chased each other, full of energy even though their cheeks were red from the cold.
After several other children arrived, she and her cousin had no room to talk. After that, they were surrounded by other people and talked about various things.
After building a snowman on the hill and playing in the snow for a while, the other children gradually became tired and didn't want to continue climbing up, so everyone slowly walked back. Along the way, Tilan was also thinking about her cousin's words.
It seemed that her performance had worried others. She took a deep breath to cheer herself up a little, and then looked up.
The world full of falling snow and the desolate gray wilderness is hardly a scenery that people like. Only in the city below, the construction sites that work around the clock and the many mechanical autonomous units that come and go make people feel a little bit alive.
I want to change something, but I am worried about whether I can really change it. This is a sad planet and world, and I don’t know where I am going.
Standing on the mountain road, Tilan stopped and stared for a long time, until finally, she turned her sight to the vast sky above her head and the vast and endless galaxy outside the atmosphere.
People born in the past era are lucky, because their world is just a planet, and they can spend their whole lives experiencing and visiting, and fully experiencing all kinds of wonderful things.
But in today's era, even seeing the entire federation has become impossible. The world is too vast, but I am so small, so small that any wish will be despaired from the moment it is made.
The more she understood her talent, the more Tilan felt a sense of insignificance and powerlessness, as well as the anxiety that came with it.
Is she really qualified to shoulder such a great mission as the previous two generations of color-level singers? Nowadays, all the problems in the Federation have long been entrenched. The rich and the poor are divided, the regions are uneven, people's hearts are separated, and the upper and lower levels of each position are in a state of chaos. Society The singleness of evaluation creates a hell of mutual torture. Everyone is living for themselves, and everyone should be living for themselves. What qualifications do you have to unite everyone and unite under one voice?
The road ahead is exhausted, so we can only stop on the mountainside, helplessly watching it slowly decay until the day it collapses.
If the singing is the voice of the heart, she can't even convince herself, so what qualifications does she have to convince others, make others believe, and give everyone hope.
If there is no way forward, then the so-called hope is just a tormenting poison and a more cruel emotion.
Therefore, she didn't want to speak out because she was full of sadness and had no words to express.
Peeling away the quiet and gentle appearance in life, the real Tilan has been surrounded by these problems in her heart, so she will be in a daze from time to time, and occasionally she will be sad. She is not satisfied with her increasingly developed special talent, but also sad about it. Even with such talent, it is difficult to shoulder the mission of a color-level singer.
The sky gradually darkened, stars appeared in the night sky, the dark earth, the small figure, the girl walked aimlessly in the wilderness, until she finally stopped in front of a pile of debris.
There are a large number of desks and chairs scattered here. There is still a little snow on the metal desks and chairs, which is cold to the touch.
It was probably brought from an abandoned school. The girl could see the number marks remaining on some desks.
These old desks and chairs were exposed outdoors and piled up into a hill.
The girl's body jumped slightly, and her toes landed on a small surface among the messy desks. Then she jumped again, jumping over various obstacles lightly and quietly, and finally reached the top of the pile of desks.
Standing on the top of the hill made of desks, the dim light in the distance revealed a little light. On the horizon, the silhouette of the girl's figure was connected with the desks. There was a different kind of loneliness, and it was like a fantasy in the second grade of high school. King.
Standing on the hill of desks, the girl looked up at the endless vast starry sky above her head, in which the endless stars, sun and moon circulated endlessly, and the starlight that spanned hundreds of millions of years shone quietly.
No matter how brilliant a civilization is, there will be a day when it dims and perishes.
Today's human beings are just one of the brighter ones.
Planets will be annihilated, civilizations will be destroyed, and the universe will end. Everything is slowly coming to an end. So what is the meaning of our existence?
How to act if nothing makes sense.
The girl slowly closed her eyes. The night breeze blew slightly, and the coldness and coolness slowly spread from her body upwards.
In this way, she stood quietly for a long time, then fell down with her head raised, letting the wind lift her up, and then slowly fell to the ground again.
Still confused, Tilan patted a little snow on herself, ran her fingers across the metal desks and chairs in the snow, and then returned to her residence.
She still didn't get the answer today, but she also knew that it was difficult to have a definite answer to this kind of question.
Maybe it's like my cousin said, take one step first, then another step, and the road will slowly open up. Now let's do what we can do first.
(End of chapter)
