Draped in a thin blanket, Heshea 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 about ten years old came to her side, holding up the freshly drawn painting in their hands.

The picture is drawn with watercolor pen, the style of painting is very soulful, the chaotic lines probably require some kind of visual illusion to see the content, probably a black-haired little man with a sword in his hand, flying in the sky, and below is a variety of buildings that are slanting from east to west.

"This is my painting of Sister Tilan, do you think it looks like it?" The boy held up the painting, expecting the girl's answer, while snot bubbled around his nose.

"Let's wipe my nose first." The girl handed out two tissues and looked at the drawing.

She didn't really want to hit the other party, but she couldn't say anything against her will.

'There's a lot of room for improvement, and the future is promising.' ’

"(^-^)V, yes~ Sister Tilan praised me, hehe." He proudly showed off to his companions, and then surrounded the girl and said that he wanted her to take pictures, and then trotted out with his companions.

Seeing a few children running away, another aunt in the room spoke, "You, you're so used to them, believe it or not, there will be several more people looking for you to draw in a few days." “

"These children, this is ......," another aunt also chimed in.

"I think their painting is fake, but it's true to turn around Tilan, after all, Tilan's appearance is really the same, and painting is just a disguise."

"Tilan, don't think of the children as naïve, they are goblins." The two aunts in the room reminded the girl that in their eyes, Ti Lan, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was still too young and young, and in fact, she was also a child who had not grown up.

"I see." Unable to resist the kindness of the elders, Tilan nodded, and then continued to lean back in the chair, looking at the fire in a slight daze.

Occasionally, she was lazy, she didn't think about anything, just sat quietly, letting her thoughts drift, and the orange stove in her eyes also added a little sleepiness.

Time passed imperceptibly, and it has been a week since she came to her uncle's house, and she has gradually become accustomed to life here, and occasionally under the inquiry of those aunts, she will talk about her previous life, which makes the people around her sigh.

"Your mother, that is, Miss Gu Yongrong, was also extremely beautiful when she was a child, and there were many people in the city who pursued her, and there were many childhood sweethearts who grew up playing together, but in the end, no one chosen, but the outsider who had just met for a short time left, and everyone thought she had passed away, and how many people shed tears for it."

"It's a different story than I don't want to be...... It's a good thing that the eldest lady didn't die in that accident, but I didn't expect it to be outside, or ......"

"Alas, look at my mouth, and talk about sad things."

"It's nothing, I'm not so sad now." Heshia knew that she looked very similar to her mother, and it was easy to arouse everyone's nostalgia.

After all, they haven't seen themselves when they were young, and now they happen to be similar to their mother's appearance when they left, so it's easy to confuse and associate them.

It's another day, and it's rare that the snow stops.

Heshia, who had been sitting in the house for a long time, came out wearing a velvet winter dress and long boots, and walked outside the snow, accompanied by several children of similar age.

First, through the streets of the residential area, a few people walked out of the city under construction and walked towards the hill outside.

The mountain road is very flat, and you can see the traces of the past traffic, but the main road is covered by snowflakes and is not so obvious.

A few people walked through the snow pits of different shades to the halfway point of the mountain, which overlooked 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.

"In the future, there will be a glass plantation there, which will produce a lot of food, and I will work there in the future." She is Gu Qianlou's second daughter and Heshia's cousin.

"Don't you feel a little unproductive, after all, the eldest sister has now begun to take over some affairs in the city." Her name is Gu Fanying, and as for the eldest sister in her mouth, she is Gu Qianlou's eldest daughter, named Gu Fanqing, and the two also have a younger brother, Gu Fanyun.

"It's nothing, it feels like it's a normal job." Tilan brushed her hair from the side of her ear and looked at the wasteland in the distance.

"You don't understand, because you grew up outside, and you don't have to suffer the gaze and gossip of many relatives in the family."

"A few of us have been strictly educated since we were the daughters of the chief, although this is also for our good, but the kind of restraint and discomfort is also difficult to describe."

"I probably can't keep up, I've never been good enough, I was reprimanded by my father, I had a fight with him before, but the result was that I was scared, you don't know how scary it is for my dad to start a fire." She shook her head.

"However, in the past six months, he seems to have changed a lot, a little gentler than before, and finally had a good talk with me, no longer being as strict with me as before, and agreeing with my almost 'rotten' idea, no longer pursuing a high order, an important position in the city, but just a gardener in a botanical garden."

"People's personalities don't change suddenly, and the biggest change in the past six months has been brought about by you." She turned and looked at Tilan.

"So I'm so grateful to you."

"In the past few days, I have seen you often in a daze, and occasionally when you are sad, I don't know what you are worried about, but I still want to say, live well."

"I haven't experienced the feeling of a loved one's death, but I can imagine the sadness and loneliness in it."

"Because I often feel this way, because of the incomprehension of my family, as well as all kinds of denials and persuasions, I feel very wronged, and I seem to be surrounded by everyone, but I am extremely lonely."

"I don't want to take care of the trivial chores between my relatives anymore, and I don't want to be like my sister, to do the kind of people who hold power and the like, I always want to escape, just live a simple life, and I feel weak because of this escape." She stomped her foot and shook off a little of the snow.

"No way, things don't just depend on thinking or spiritual victory, and nothing can be changed by imitating and waiting."

"Let's move forward, the road should get wider and wider." After saying that, she gently hugged Tilan.

"You are the most talented and beautiful girl I have ever seen, you shouldn't be so sad every day, shiny, dazzling, that's what you should look like."

Is this, comforted......

Ti Lan said thank you, wanting to explain that she was not so sad, but the children behind her also slowly climbed the hill and trotted over quickly.

"Haha, I arrived first~" Several children chased each other, even if their cheeks were very red from the cold, they were full of vitality.

When the other children came, she and the cousin had no room to talk, and then they were surrounded by other people and talked all kinds of things.

After building a snowman on the hill and playing with the snow, the other children gradually got tired and didn't want to continue climbing, so everyone slowly walked back, and along the way, Tilan was also thinking about her cousin's words just now.

It seemed that her performance had worried others, and she took a deep breath to cheer herself up a little, and then looked up.

The world full of snow and the lonely gray wilderness can hardly be said to be a favorite scenery, but in the city below, the construction site and the many mechanical self-discipline units that come and go make people feel a little energetic.

I want to change something, but I am anxious about whether I can really change it, this sad planet and world, and I don't know where to go.

Standing on the mountain road, Ti Lan stopped and stared for a long time, until finally, casting his gaze on the vast sky above his head, the vast and endless galaxy outside the atmosphere.

People born in bygone eras are fortunate because their world is just a planet that they can spend their entire lives experiencing and visiting, and experiencing all kinds of wonders.

But in this era, even if you look at the entire Federation, it becomes impossible, the world is too vast, and you are so small, so small that any prayer is desperate from the moment it is made.

The more she realized 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 carry a great mission like the previous two generations of color-level singers, and now all the problems of the federation have long been deep-rooted, the rich and the poor are divided, the people are uneven, the hearts of the people are scattered, the upper and lower levels of each post are all flies and dogs, and the single social evaluation creates a hell of mutual torment, everyone is living for themselves, and everyone should live for themselves, what qualifications do they have, let everyone unite and belong to one voice.

The road ahead is at the end of the road, so I can only stop halfway up the mountain, helplessly watching it slowly erode until the day it collapses.

If the song is the voice of the heart, she can't even convince herself, what qualifications does she have to convince others, make others believe, and let everyone have hope.

If there is no way forward, then the so-called hope is nothing but a torturous poison and an even more cruel emotion.

Therefore, she didn't want to speak out, because she was full of sadness and had nothing to say.

Peeling back the quiet and gentle appearance of life, the real Ti Lan has always had these problems in her heart, so she will be in a daze from time to time, and occasionally sad, not only uneasy about her special talent that is more and more revealed, but also sad that even if she has such a talent, it is difficult to carry the mission of a color-level singer.

The sky slowly darkened, and the night sky appeared with a little starlight, and the dark earth, the small figure, the girl walked aimlessly in the wilderness, until finally stopped in front of a pile of debris.

There are a lot of desks and chairs scattered here, and there is still a little snow on the metal desks and chairs, which is cold to the touch.

Probably from some abandoned school, the girl could see some of the remaining digital markings on her desk.

These old desks and chairs were exposed to the outdoors and piled up into a small mountain.

The girl's figure jumped slightly, her toes landing on the small surface of the cluttered desk, and then leaping lightly again, lightly and quietly over various obstacles, until finally to the top of the hill where the desks were piled up.

Standing on the top of the hill where the desks are piled up, the dim light in the distance shows a little light, and on the horizon, the silhouette of the girl's figure is connected with the pile of desks, there is a different kind of loneliness, and it is like the king of fantasy in the second period of secondary school.

Standing on the hill of the desk, the girl looked up at the endless starry sky overhead, in which the endless stars and the sun and moon flowed endlessly, and the starlight spanning hundreds of millions of years shone quietly.

No matter how glorious a civilization is, there will be a day when it will be dim and perish.

Today's human beings are just one of the more shining ones.

The planet will be annihilated, civilization will be destroyed, the universe will end, everything is slowly coming to an end, so what is the meaning of our existence?

If everything doesn't make sense, then how to act.

The girl slowly closed her eyes, and the evening breeze blew slightly, and the cold and coolness slowly spread from under her body.

In this way, she stood still for a long time, then fell down with her head up, let the wind lift her, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Still unable to figure it out, Ti Lan patted the little snow on her body, ran her fingers over the metal desks and chairs in the snow, and then headed back to her quarters.

She still hasn't gotten an answer to this day, but she knows this kind of question, and it's hard to have a definite answer.

Perhaps, as my cousin said, take one step first, take another step, and the road will slowly open up, now do what you can do first.

(End of chapter)