Light, what's so good?

Running down the corridor deep in the ruins, looking at the light of the torches extending from the two steps, I suddenly thought of this question.

To be honest, for a scientific scholar, he should not think about this kind of philosophical question, but only give full play to his due value and use science and technology to bring happiness to people, and I was raised in this way.

Maybe I don't think I'm a qualified scientist... Hawkers, after all, I'm only seventeen years old, and I'm a cranky age, so after going through so many things, I always think about some life philosophies.

What's so good about light? To be honest, I don't know......

There are two definitions of light, the first is a physical, high-illumination lighting state. For example, sunlight, fire, and so on. There is also a symbolic meaning, cheerful, energetic, and so on. I think most of the time, light represents the state of mind, justice, courage, unbeatable backbone, kindness, and so on.

Brightness is generally positive, right? But I don't think so, doesn't justice envelop darkness, courage doesn't mean recklessness, and kindness isn't cowardice? Some people may say that I have a dark mind and always think about beautiful things so dirty, but the light of human nature......

People say that I am a bright person, kind, honest and polite, with such a genius mind, and a family fortune that will never be spent in a lifetime......

Therefore, people only look at the surface of the problem, not the inside. Just like a case, regardless of whether the suspect is really the murderer or not, everyone will angrily pick up the keyboard and start a criticism meeting. You can say that they are bright because they have empathy and are fighting for justice.

But this kind of behavior, but it hurts other people, can it be said that it is bright?

Am I really the perfect person without any flaws, as others have seen?

Brother, is he, as he seems, a person with dark thoughts, depression and depression, and no shining point?

Isn't that the case?!

"Drink... Drink ......"

Looking at the dark and endless tunnel, I hated the feeling of torches lighting up with every step I took, and then the warm light shining on my body. Because I hate the light and fear it...... The light of disorder is hypocritical.

But ah, if you don't catch that brilliance, my brother will die...... If he dies, there will be no real splendor in this world.

The light of order, the light of disorder; The darkness of order, the darkness of disorder, and the truth of the universe in chaos. Why do I long for truth, for orderly darkness? Because in my eyes, my brother is the only orderly light in this world, and in that case, it would be nice to let me be the orderly darkness......

I don't know how long the road is, and I haven't run for so long and still haven't reached the end. Is my brother still alive? Is he still fighting to protect me? For that, I'd have to catch the light of disorder, and even if I knew that both of us would die here.

To be honest, I was not afraid of death, or rather the thought of death took over my mind after understanding the cruelty of the world. My motivation so far is to atone for my brother's sins, because that's what I owe him......

I remember that from the time I can remember, my mother was gone, leaving only a cross necklace. The only relatives I could see were my father and my brother.

However, for some reason, my father would use senseless violence against my brother and I was extremely disgusted with his existence. After that, I also asked my father about it countless times, and my father's face would be very complicated, as if there was an unspeakable secret, and he wanted to tell me the reason, but in the end he could only say this kind of thing, you still don't understand, be yourself, because you are the only son I value.

When I was still young, when I saw my father's high hopes for me, I thought I was a special existence, so I didn't pay much attention to my brother according to what my father said, and I was alone in the cold villa room, learning skills that could support the family business.

In the future, I will inherit the huge family business of Yip's Technology Company, so I also have to respond to my father's expectations, work hard and study hard.

It's really lonely to just do this......

In the eyes of others, the world is the existence of a rich and invincible country, but who knows the cruel rules of survival in the world?

I realized this during the long dark study process, because every time I saw other children playing downstairs in the window, I felt a sense of loss for some reason. I know it's envy, or rather jealousy.

Because he was born in a large family, he is the sole inheritor of the family business. My fate was sealed at the moment of birth, I couldn't hang out with everyone, I had to respond to my father's expectations, and I had to endure these pains.

So when my father said that you were too tired to go out and have fun, I would say, forget it.......

My father was a gentle man, and I didn't want to trouble him, but that loneliness, my desire for external things, had always been like a nightmare, and I couldn't learn anything......

I knew that I might have reached the limit and wanted to listen to my father and play with others, but having been educated by the elite since I was a child, I found that my thoughts were not on the same channel as theirs. They were too naïve for me to get along with them, but the loneliness stuck me in a bottleneck, and this dilemma was really painful......

Until one day, because I couldn't solve a high school arithmetic problem, I broke down and cried. At that time, I was only in the fifth grade of elementary school......

But at that time, it was also the first time that I discovered that my brother was unusual.

He didn't ignore what had happened to me, but came to comfort me, but I didn't think it was useful because he couldn't understand my pain. I can't get the company I deserve, and the wisdom to solve that arithmetic problem.

When he heard me cry because I couldn't solve the arithmetic problem, he offered to help me solve the arithmetic problem. At that time, I thought it was ridiculous, my brother was only in the sixth grade of elementary school at that time, how could he solve the problem of high school.

But he really unraveled it, with a clear mind and no flaws. When I saw the answer to that question, I knew it was a height that I couldn't aspire to.

My brother's talent is above mine......

The torches around me were getting brighter and brighter, and my shadow swayed on the stone wall with the swaying of the flames, and there was a sacred ruin, and a solemn murmur.

I don't understand, I really don't understand. Usually, when I see my brother's eyes, they are dim and cold, empty and without light, like a puppet. But when he solved the arithmetic problem and taught me how to solve it, he showed a very warm smile.

Is it the same with my brother? has the talents of ordinary people, and then can't communicate with others normally, bathed in the darkness of loneliness......

"Yan, you don't need to force yourself to live as others expect, just let yourself grow up happily."

That's what my brother said to me at that time, but what is happy growth? How can you grow up happily now? The loneliness of being unaccompanied, and the extraordinary talent......

"If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me." My brother said so, but I didn't want to go to him until I couldn't hold it anymore, and it was so fragrant to cry.

My brother didn't rush to answer the questions, but took me to play, and watched "Ultraman" or something. I said I was looking for something of interest, but if I didn't have anything in my heart, it would be too painful.

Did he live by anesthetizing these things? Obviously has talents that others can't match, and obviously wants to be recognized by others......

But those things really worked, and I felt very happy because I was finally able to find someone to talk to, and I was no longer lonely, and I finally solved the problem on my own.

Then to the back, he made a big accident, the kind that even the gentle father couldn't help but do. When I thought I was going to be beaten, my brother carried the black pot for me, and the end was miserable.......

I don't understand why he did that, knowing that his father is disgusted with him, and he hit the muzzle of the gun.

But after all, it was because of me, or I cared about it in the past, and my brother just said that it was okay at that time, and he was used to it.

For the first time, I felt his pain above me, but why did he still have so much talent? I couldn't figure it out, so I played with him, but in the process, I realized the real happiness, the things I wanted to pursue, and at the same time I had a peculiar sense of dependence on my brother.

In the process of getting along, I realized that my brother's talent is much better than mine, and he is a real genius. I also had a good time with him, but it actually felt like people with empty hearts hugging each other for warmth.

After experiencing true happiness, that loneliness disappears. There are also academic breakthroughs, but I feel that I am still far behind my brother, so I want to catch up with him, which is why I am interested in science and want to pursue the truth.

I found what I really wanted to do, and that was to stay with my brother and pursue the truth beyond the world together. Even my father's obstruction couldn't stop the two of us from wanting to stay together.

But later, this dream was shattered. Yes, when I was fifteen years old, I was taken to the United States, leaving my brother alone to fend for himself in Shimmer City.

When I walked to the end of the tunnel, I saw the long, flat stone wings, like the sword in the stone of King Arthur in mythology, full of majesty inserted into the stone peak.

The light of the flame flickered, and a divine feeling enveloped my body. I want to touch the stone wings as my brother says, but do I really have that qualification? Is there a qualification to be recognized by the light?

With a skeptical attitude, I gradually reached for the sacred stone wings. The moment I touched the Stone Wing, a sharp pain like an electric shock swept through my body, and at the same time, strange memories kept flooding into my mind, and my consciousness seemed to flow into it.

When I first woke upside down, I remembered that after leaving my brother, the loneliness came back again, as if I had fallen into darkness and could not take a step forward.

Electric punch system, is that really what I developed? No, it was a concept that my brother introduced to me when he was fifteen. I was amazed by his hypothesis, so after leaving my brother, I created an electric punch system based on his conceptual principles. But I knew that without my brother, I would never have come up with the concept of an electric punch system, no matter how I thought about it.

Because of the electric punch system, at the age of 17 was awarded the Nobel Prize. Looking at the reaction of the crowd, what a genius, what a pioneer of human technology. It's really ironic, is the electric punch system my thing? I stole it, and the one who really deserves this reward should be my brother!

I couldn't meet my brother, and I even stole what he should have! Can I live in peace? Now, what else can I develop besides an electric punch system? I can't do anything, not even college questions, is this the Nobel Prize winner?

I'm already exhausted, and after leaving my brother, I can't develop any more technology. But ah, after winning the Nobel Prize, I always compare myself with my brother. What younger brother is better than his elder brother, his elder brother is a fool, a problem boy, and Adou who can't be helped.

Why, only I know best! Everything I have should be his, he is a true genius! I'm just a thief, I shouldn't have been born in this world.

Why can't the world see something deeper? Why did my brother be treated like that?

It's not fair, it's not fair!

Severe pain accompanied by a splitting headache, a quiet and ethereal special space, I saw a silver giant with a glow all over my body, because I was taken by my brother countless times to see, I knew that the giant's name was Ultraman.

The giant didn't speak, just looked at me quietly. I may know that he wants to give me the power of light, but am I really qualified for light? This thing should be my brother's, I don't want to take his stuff anymore......

Because of the chaotic light in the world, it will only be more painful for me to get it. All I seek is the retribution that steals deserves, the darkness of order.

The Ultraman didn't speak, and suddenly there was a strange noise next to me. I saw a picture appear in the void space, on which was a divine humanoid fighting a deformed Dire, but the humanoid had little power, and his timer was flickering rapidly......

Is that so......

Tears of helplessness flowed out, and I realized that the human form was my brother, and he was Ultraman Tiga, who had been fighting to protect the humans of the world.

He pinned his hopes on me, hoping that I would be recognized by the light and then fight with him. If not, then he will die. He believed in me, which is why he let me go to the depths of the ruins and stay and fight by myself.

Even so, is it necessary to pursue sanctions, to pursue orderly darkness?

That's what I asked myself, but the answer was already very simple, no......

Because the purpose from the beginning was to protect my brother, and then tell him the knot in my heart, no matter what my brother does, I will feel that I deserve it. But now that my brother is fighting to protect himself, he should not pursue sanctions, but save him from the pain of that disordered light......

Sin will be taken away one day, right? That is also after the brother should be allowed to survive, so before that, he must get this brilliance and move forward in pain.

Reaching out to the giant, his light enveloping me, I could feel our company merging into one, and the dazzling light began to unleash......