As the words of "Peter Pan" fell.

The expressions on the faces of all the children around him suddenly became exactly the same as "Peter Pan" at this moment.

They fell silent in an instant, and all of them had a vague smile on their faces. Their faces were blurred, and when they looked at them, they felt that there was no difference between them.

Before she knew it, Wendy suddenly realized that she was not in the crowd. He was gently pushed from behind and staggered out of the crowd.

Looking around, Wendy suddenly realized something he had forgotten-

Why are everyone's faces so blurry except for Peter Pan?

Their faces weren't blank, but as soon as Wendy looked away, the impression of their faces in her mind would disappear in an instant. In any case, he couldn't remember a single face.

And now, when he suddenly came to his senses, he realized....

Everyone's face is exactly the same as that of Peter Pan. They all had the exact same expression as him, and said in unison in the same tone and in different voices, "Because no matter what you go through later, your heart will always stay on this day.

"If I hadn't been scared at first, I wouldn't have pulled Michael; If you think Michael is enough, you don't need to pull John again; If you had stood up at the beginning, you wouldn't have hurt the girl who didn't even remember her name....

"But you never stood up. Knowing that the two were already dead, he chose to keep the fire and decided that he would never stand up; But your actions have killed new innocents. But if it's too late to stand up at this time, then you're not only making the sacrifice of Michael and John meaningless, but also the girl's death.

"—a small, hard snowball that fell from the top of a snowy mountain, and now it began to roll."

Peter Pan's voice fell, and the world in front of him was once again swept into a dark vortex.

But this time the vortex is so slow...... So much so that in the eyes of the sheath, he clearly saw the scenes of the past.

It's like a photo, and it's like a short video.

With trembling hands, he saw the news in the newspaper that Peter Pan had become a well-known fairy tale writer;

He opened the book in the classroom, only to see that his name had been scribbled out with a red pen like blood, and changed to "betrayer";

With his back to the rooftop, he stepped on the high steps, slowly stirring up the black wings behind him and taking a step back, as fearlessly as he did on Neverland;

He lay in the ambulance in a daze, blood spilled by the red light overflowing his blurred vision and noisy voice;

Dressed in a hospital gown, stroking his unfamiliar face, looking at himself in the mirror, feeling a burst of nausea in his abdomen;

With a cheerful smile that makes him feel disgusting, he makes new friends in a completely different capacity, and with the intention of burning himself, he laughs and scolds the "betrayer of Nevermore Island" who commits suicide with his new friends;

Pretending to be a good child, he stood in front of the elven directors in a daze, but he felt that their eyes seemed to see through the truth, which made him feel a little uneasy in his heart;

After taking over the task of Babelta, and after guaranteeing the teacher, he silently thought about how to use the eldest lady he had never met, while slowly kneading his face, carefully analyzing her information, and trying to show a look that pleased her when they first met......

「…… Stupid, half-, clowns, pretentious weirdos."

Through a wall, the sheath heard Alice's muttering.

That was her first impression of herself.

Obviously, he has done his best - then this is the most kind face he can disguise, but he was broken by the eldest lady who is not deeply involved in the world. He knew that it was not childish words, let alone innocent malice, and her eyes flowed with undisguised disgust, and her clear eyes seemed to see through her essence at a glance.

.…… But what exactly went wrong?

So, the sheath broke the jar and broke down all pretenses, and told Alice everything he had experienced.

It was supposed to be his immature student, but their position is now reversed. The sheath of an adult knelt on the ground, seeking the young girl's answer. Or is he seeking her rebuke...... Or even death.

He wants someone to stand up and say that he didn't do it right and tell him what he did wrong.

He wanted to give up the torture he had been suffering so far, empty himself of his guilt, and start over......

But she said......

"I know what you want, but you're not wrong. No matter what the cost of the rescuer, there is nothing wrong with the person who is saved."

After hearing everything, the saint-like girl's eyes became pityful and gentle: "If there is anything wrong with it, it is not your fault. It's Peter Pan's fault, it's the fault of the adults who hide the truth and hype up marketing, it's the fault of those who bully you. You're just not doing your best.

"Because you don't have the power to change the tragedy when it's most likely to turn things around. When things get irretrievable, there's nothing you can do."

Like a shining God, she proclaimed the redemption of the sheath: "Therefore thou hast never had any sin to atone for."

But at the same time, she also punished the sheath: "But you must not forget those who died because of you. Your life does not belong to you, but to them who gave you life.

"You have to live well enough to be worthy of their sacrifice; Your life needs to have more meaning in order to be worthy of the people who have lost their future because of you; You want to save more people and accomplish greater things......

"You shall not be ashamed of your life until you die—that they may be proud of you."

The girl who was younger than herself said the same thing as her mentor.

…… I see, that's right.

The words that he had forgotten for a long time reminded me of the feelings I had at that time.

The reason why you feel that you are not wrong, the reason why you seek the power that can change the world, the reason why you seek the "meaning of life", the reason why you accomplish great things, and the reason why you are not ashamed of yourself until you die......

After so many years, the original text of this passage has long been forgotten by the sheath. It was reworked in his memory and turned into the shape he wanted.

However, the "determination", the "love" that the sheath first got from this sentence, and the "hope" that sprouted have already taken root and blossomed.

At that moment, the sheath felt that her heart was as peaceful as a winter lake.

His life of giving up everything to pursue "meaning" has long gone astray-

Sacrificing the present to preserve the "meaning" of the past, sacrificing the future in exchange for the "meaning" of the present. Everything he did was just an illusory mirror.

…… But why.

"Why, I would forget..."

For the first time, his voice was filled with remorse.

The sheath of the teenager began to age in an instant, and gradually became old. He became young, middle-aged, and then wrinkled.

Once upon a time, the best future he thought of in his life was to grow old with Alice.

Until he was blindfolded. He gave up that long period of leisure, and chose the glory of the moment—and when he found that after giving up the person he loved the most, he still did not get the "meaning" that he had never forgotten in his heart, he had already collapsed.

Since then, it's just a madman's madness.

The old sheath was drooping, and it made a voice that was so old that it was indistinct, and it reached out to grasp the ground hard, and his eyes were full of tears.

Then, the tears finally fell.

"Why....I forgot something so important..."

He whimpered silently, crying silently. From the depths of the throat squeezed out the miserable cry of a pinched bird.

"Alice, Alice, ahh

Sitting old man

Young Alice on the other side, her pupils also deepened.

Her dim pupils looked out the window, and her eyes contained all the wisdom of the world. She seems to see through the past and the future, and seems to have insight into all the truths and misfortunes in the world.

Of all things in the world, there is only love and hope, which is the most poisonous.

The girl turned around and held out her hand. Gently touched the old man's gray hair who knelt on the ground and cried until he was almost out of breath.

"When you compare the sword in your bosom to your own god..... you go astray."

Russell whispered, "When your sword wins, you yourself will lose."

Outside the window, the new moon is born, sprinkling clear light, quiet and soft as water.

"Let's go home."

He said, "Your turn is over."

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