This is the once abandoned fortress No. 8, the burial place of Gu San. Of course, looking at it now, there is almost no shadow of zombies anymore.

After all, so many years have passed, and everywhere may be similar to that year. Gu San parked the car and looked towards the building. The original fortress had been almost buried in the sand, and she swept around, and the tall wall was now only the very top.

On the way here, Zhu Li and Murong Yuhua should have already contacted each other, and they didn't seem to be in such a hurry. After Gu San sent the location over, An Lian said that Xiao Sui'er had been nagging her for the past two days, asking her when she would come back. Gu San said about a time, and Xiao Sui'er on the other end of the phone complained that her aunt had been gone for a long time, and she had said that she would come back in a few days, but it had been half a month. At the end of the call, Xiao Sui'er still obediently told Gu San to pay attention to safety on the way back.

Murong Yuhua used the on-board projection equipment to project a hologram in front of the car, which made him look more like a ghost.

"Your life for the past few years has looked like a strange family."

"A family that is preparing to find their last family member." Gu San rarely said this word before, but I don't know when she no longer rejected these words, maybe she didn't want to talk about it in the past, she just didn't want to bear the same pain, but now after going through all this, after undergoing transformation, the threat is gradually stripped from her life, and she can also begin to accept this kind of word that sounds very stable.

"Family".

Murong Yuhua's virtual image seemed to be really interacting with the vehicle, he stepped back, and then sat on the front cover of Gu San's jeep and pointed to the building in front of him, "You should remember here, right?" ”

"It's changed a lot, but I remember." Gu San stood on the other side of the car and looked back at him, "Do you have your 'new body' here?" ”

"Actually, I didn't have any 'new body' ready." Murong Yuhua rubbed his hands and looked towards Gu San, "I think as long as it is a companion, no matter what kind of identity or posture it exists, it is a kind of companionship. And I feel more and more that a body will inevitably be coerced by various ideas and evaluations in the end. ”

He said that to have a body is to be constantly wrapped in various "isms". Wrapped in consumerism and racism, different skin tones, different flesh and different prosthetic devices bring people all kinds of prejudices.

"If there really is a heaven in this world, and there are indeed angels, then the angels' wings will eventually become some criteria for judging and being used to classify them." When Murong Yuhua said these words, Gu San remained quiet as always, not saying a word, "In those data worlds and the real world, I have seen all kinds of people and all kinds of stories. No matter what efforts we make and what changes we make, there are some people who will not change because of our changes. ”

"That's the limitation of the times."

"I know. Of course, I understand that some things are limited by the times and the ability of the economy to develop – but I want to say more than that. As I've highlighted today with Suzaku, humans are always prone to fall into one wrong cycle after another, why? Because if people want to survive, they must not escape the most basic needs of human beings. They must first survive before they can pursue everything on the artistic, cultural, and spiritual levels. However, just letting a group of people survive in peace, ensuring that there are no contradictions, and ensuring that everyone lives and works in peace and contentment is a false proposition. People are so complex, so complex that it is impossible to summarize them simply with formulas. ”

Gu San lit a cigarette.

Murong Yuhua said, "And I'm starting to get tired of this, Gu San. As a human being, as a creature with an instinct to survive, there are some things that make me feel that existence is a burden, a superfluous part. There are always people who try to keep things simple, but no one can be as simple as I am. So...... I want to be a ghost. ”

After Gu San said this, he spread his hands, "Then you can be a ghost." ”

"Even if I may never have any intimate contact with you again?"

"I don't mind losing this to support your idea."

Murong Yuhua listened to her answer and suddenly smiled, "Do you know, Suzaku always feels that I love you, just like you love me." ”

"Her understanding of love always seems to be a bit idealistic."

"But I don't think love is something that can simply sum up our relationship. Speaking of which, Gu San, should this be regarded as the second time we meet in the real world? ”

"Almost, right? It's not even a formal meeting. ”

"I'm a ghost."

"Yes, you're a ghost, and I'm not really human right here now."

"But at that time, I was still a child."

"And I'm still a fighter who constantly wants to die in battle."

The two of them looked at each other, and then at the red sun that was slowly setting on the endless desert. It was also the first time they sat together and watched a sunset together in the real world. In the past, they never had the opportunity and did not have the time. Murong Yuhua is busy with his "ideals" in the real world, and Gu San is exploring the truth of life in one data world after another.

She was thirty years old and he was only eight years old when they met, and now, decades later, they stood together in a completely different way. If you really want to talk about "love", it seems too superficial, and many times, some kind of pursuit, some kind of salvation, is not just born because of "love". At the beginning, what the young man insisted on was to repay his kindness, but now Gu San doesn't care about giving up, in addition to emotion, it is also out of this reason.

Compared with the excessively large issue of "love", Gu San is more willing to believe that this is some kind of subtle "bond" that cannot be broken.

"This sunset is very similar to what I saw when I first came to the ground." Murong Yuhua said. Gu San lowered his head and lit a cigarette, "The sunset seen on the desert is always like this, the human race is destroyed, maybe this sunset still looks the same." ”

But there are many things that are not quite the same as they were at the beginning, the two of them, one was once a warrior who was indifferent and his heart would never fluctuate for any joy or sorrow, and the other was a teenager who was full of blood and tried to change the world. But now, one has learned to compromise, and the other has chosen to let go.

Maybe that's the change that time brings.

Time can always crush everything quietly, crush blood, crush ideals, crush assumptions, and crush compromises. Shattered to the end, the wasteland of time is filled with the glittering old dreams of others.

Murong Yuhua looked at Gu San's face under the halo, and her side face also spread with the subtle indigo light on the circuit board. He sat down, resting his head lightly on Gu San's shoulder, the other party turned his head sideways, and the moment he looked up, his lips lightly touched this virtual image of him.

It was a kiss without any contact, but both of them were very serious. The cigarette in Gu San's hand lit up little by little, and a little ash fell to the ground.

By the time they parted, the little afterglow of the sunset had almost disappeared. Murong Yuhua pressed against her forehead, and he asked with some confusion, "What will we become next?" ”

"Huh?"

"We're always talking about something that's too big. Did you find out, Gu San? ”

"That's supposed to be you. You're always talking about something that's too grandiose. Gu San's words are not wrong at all. She doesn't talk about humanity, she doesn't talk about freedom, she doesn't talk about the state of society, she doesn't talk about how the city-state should be built next.

She doesn't care about history, she doesn't care about the future, she always focuses on the present, who will continue to live, where she should go next - she doesn't care about all over again.

Everything changes too fast, and it's better to think too much than to get the job done first. Who knows where to go next?

But Murong Yuhua was always discussing, thinking, and using one theory after another to deduce everything that might happen. But in the moment of reality, disappointment is always there, and failure is sometimes commonplace.

Although a lot has changed now, his idealism and kindness that is hard to leave behind are always part of him that he can't let go. He has too much compassion for others, he is always empathetic, he feels injustice for others, he always tries to do more.

Even now he knew that a lot of things would naturally change over time.

But that didn't stop him from doing it himself.

Murong Yuhua sighed, "But for so long, we haven't talked about us. ”

"It's not like nothing hasn't been talked about at all. It's just ......," Gu San thought for a moment, "but it may not be that important." ”

From many aspects, the two of them are actually completely different people, but from the state of sacrificing for others, Gu San and Murong Yuhua are actually the same kind of people.

It's just an unruly and unruly person who disguises himself with the most indifferent image.

Murong Yuhua thought for a moment and told her, "But I think in the future, this part will become important." ”

There is no threat for the time being—and all life is finally going to be at peace.

After saying this, Murong Yuhua turned off his entire system of images and transferred them to Gu San's handheld computer, "I brought you here because this downstairs is my last backup." There is no connection, it exists independently, and even if I am completely destroyed, you can bring me back to this world through it. ”

"Aren't you afraid that Suzaku will find it?"

"If she could find it, she would have found it. I put it in an absolutely safe place. After a pause, Murong Yuhua still asked Gu San again, "Are you really sure you don't mind my current form?" ”

"I give you the greatest freedom, including the choice of your own personal form. And I'm sure you know exactly what you're doing. ”

Her answer made Murong Yuhua obviously relieved. Gu San extinguished the cigarette, returned to the car, started the car as if someone was around, and said to him, "Come on, get in the car." ”

Even if she knew, no one would open the car door and sit on it.

But Murong Yuhua still cooperated very well and turned on the holographic projection in the passenger seat, where to go?

Gu San shrugged his shoulders with him, and said something that Murong Yuhua had heard countless times in his dreams, "I'll take you home." ”

After experiencing a world with one, after seeing all the absurdities happen in this barren land, now, they are finally sitting in the same car again, finally having a chance, driving in the same direction.

The sun had completely set on the horizon, and in the darkness, the headlights were like sharp blades tearing through the darkness, and there was a song from the car, this time an old English song from the old civilization.

The song is sung

"The sun is nearing the horizon

Reflected in the skyscrapers in the distance

I'm heading east."

The people in the car hummed along with it, and the sound slowly drifted away in the desert, gradually drifting away in the wind.

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