Would you wonder if this was the truth?

Qi Haihua looked at Qin Deng wordlessly, in his skull, he had experienced all the stories of the past.

From Qin Deng, who has an impression of himself, to Twenty-five Seven, who is clearly not his own, and then to Qin Deng, who is clearly not Twenty-five Seven.

He sat where he was, not moving.

Qi Haihua gently put him down, pillowed him on the pillow, and then disappeared in place.

Qin Deng opened his mouth wide like this, did not speak, and did not move.

He seemed to be asleep, and he didn't.

But it wasn't until a tear finally fell from the corner of his eye that he realized that he wasn't reading someone else's story.

It's not Qin Deng's thoughts, but this body sheds tears on its own, this is not the story of "Qin Deng".

This is the story of Twenty-Five Seven, which is called Qin Deng.

His hands drooped weakly, and there was not a trace of color in his eyes.

Qin Deng has experienced too much today, and he finally understands the source of the strangeness he always feels.

Originated from a non-existent three-day memory.

The official operation of this world originated earlier, but the arrival of Qin Deng was the beginning of the story.

A gray mist covered Qin Deng's eyes, and he had already collapsed a little.

Everything was falling infinitely, in an incomprehensible direction, he couldn't understand it, he just didn't want to live with a purpose in this world, what was wrong with that.

There is no problem, of course there is no problem, it is him and not him who goes down, he is just stuck in a fantasy world, unable to extricate himself.

He used to be an escapist, and now of course he is.

What is reality, reality is what you can't face but have to face.

It is a thing that exists objectively.

Human life is inherently superficial.

From the upper echelons of the world, no matter how much you want to explore what you know, you can't escape your own constraints in the end.

He lives in dreams.

In a fantasy world that no one can come to, wandering around here without a purpose.

Maybe hanging out is the goal, or maybe it's just an impulse to be controlled, led by the nose by the guys from above.

Just so that the story doesn't turn the page, and don't let it be forgotten too quickly.

But I'm a forgotten person myself, and the world of misfit has shaped me out of place, and it's so much fun to just live aimlessly in the world.

"But I already have a purpose." He already has a purpose. It's like twenty-five at seven.

Even if his purpose is driven by others, the emotions in his heart will not be wrong.

The sense of beauty may be disguised, but it will not be deceived, and it is necessary to fall in love with an unknown beauty, or a well-known beauty, to have its own purpose.

Interestingly, whether it's someone else's story or mine's, it's not the main thing.

First tasted the pain of loss, and then drank the wine of sorrow. Qin Deng opened his misty eyes.

Something was leading me.

He took me through the books, finding the tags in the books and the joy of tagging.

He slowly pushed open the door to the human world, allowing himself to go to the outside world again.

Changing "him" little by little, certainly not changing me.

I am immutable.

If that's all there is to it, you may still be confused.

Unspeakable sadness, wave after wave.

"I see. My question is here. Qin Deng muttered, "I don't just cry for others anymore. ”

"I'm crying for myself."

It's not that unfair, it's just a pile of mistakes that crush the world.

Everyone has their own mistakes, and each one is linked to start getting bigger.

If it's just someone else's story, I'll only feel aesthetic flavor at best.

Maybe it's touching enough that I'll cry and shed tears instead of them.

But Qin Deng finally learned to cry for himself.

A selfish and arrogant person who weeps for others is called change.

Crying for oneself is called thoroughness.

It's not like he's nothing.

He has a life he likes, an interesting past, a fairly good future, a lot of unknowns that have not been explored, a lot of stories that have not been written, and everything he needs to heal.

He suddenly realized that he finally didn't need to put everything on his desk, and there were some things that it was better to keep them private.

I'm probably fine.

The hole in the fall was finally filled, and he stopped falling down.

He has a concern, and he is no longer a human being who can do whatever he wants, and does not cherish things.

However, the moment he was filled with the hole called Human, he turned back into himself again.

Qin Deng is a person, not a symbol, not a mark.

He showed up to satisfy himself.

So he stood up, but he felt a sense of emptiness in his body, and a feeling of weakness gradually rolled over him.

Inside this pink spaceship, he no longer knew the time, and just opened his eyes numbly.

The light was piercing and painful, and tears came out at once.

He closed his eyes and walked forward.

"Hero, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find you." Qin Deng finally stopped, and after what he felt was an extremely long walk, he finally stopped.

"I want you to remove all interference in Gensokyo." Qin Deng said.

But not from the same idea as at the beginning, but with a strange feeling.

It's so strange that it's wonderful, to the feeling that wants to open your mouth and burst out loud, an emotion.

Definitely not guilt, definitely not sympathy, but an emotion for yourself.

In the present, he is finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally.

"My existence is part of this world. But without me, the 'protagonist' of the world, is happier and more beautiful. Qin Deng shouted.

My disappearance is inevitable, from the beginning to the present, whether it is waiting for things to unfold or continuing to explore the world, I will be forgotten and die as the protagonist of the story.

In that case, let me finally dominate myself.

I'm going to disappear now.

It is now to disappear, to disappear into the existence of all people and all life, and to reshape the world again, to return to what it should be.

In this way, I am myself.

Sitting on my own contentment.

"Cancel the record and redo it." He's got the name from a lot of places, and now he needs to give it back to someone else.

"Even if you're going to disappear now?"

"Yes."

"Even if you cause the whole world to disappear, the people you care about, the things you care about?"

"Yes, because it's finally my own choice, and I can't change myself by others."

I am a despicable dictator.

Not before, maybe a strange human before.

But now, I finally have a world of my own.

Qin Deng smiled, laughed, and was still laughing.

Laughing with tears, laughing with tears.

The emotions were finally stirring in his brain, and finally they were starting to stir up ripples in his heart.

I can't regret it, I can't regret it, but I still have ...... in my head What other people look like......

Suzuna-an in Gensokyo-an suddenly disappeared, and the remaining materials almost hit Honju Kosuzu, who was still cultivating inside, and Suzu scratched her head and picked up the book in confusion.

The voice of good and evil in the world of Houhu is gone.

And the one who trembled and accompanied the secret god who was obviously in a bad mood also disappeared here again.

That's, no, not only.

And many more...... The Great Barrier Broken and the Recreated Fragments......

And many, many more......

But in front of Qi Haihua, there was no sound.