Chapter 682 Choice and Abandonment

"You are so stupid and stupid, and you always like to be smart. If only your mother could take care of you for the rest of your life..."

My mother said this many times in the past.

But in fact, Maki knew that what she wanted to say was not the last words.

What she's trying to say is...if only you could have a normal life.

Laugh, cry, and walk under the blue sky like normal people do. You don’t have to worry about catching a cold after getting wet in the rain. You don’t have to worry about falling when you run.

Live a drifting life, like everyone else, study, work, get married, have children, retire, take care of the elderly, and finally die peacefully or uneasily on the bed.

Live a healthy life.

It's a pity that such a life is destined to miss her. From the moment she was born, the world gradually became completely different.

When this excessive physical fitness from childhood developed to the point where running would cause her skin to crack, she already knew what kind of fate awaited her in the future.

She must make a choice.

Make more choices than a normal person…

The more embarrassed your life is, the more choices you need to make, and the poorer you are, the more difficult it is to make a choice - because it is not the so-called choice between two, but giving up one of the two.

I gave up the curry pork chop, which was 300 yuan more expensive, and chose the cheap udon. She gave up track and field, which could damage her body, and chose a temporarily stable physical condition and life. I gave up the unattainable dream of a big city and chose to be a country bumpkin. I gave up my beautiful fantasies and chose down-to-earth work and further studies.

Finally, he gave up the peaceful life in Daoquan Township and chose the glimmer of hope...

The more you gain, the more you give up.

She chose to live with nothing, a life like a weed.

But I hope from the bottom of my heart... Maybe one day I can be like Miss Huazhi, aloof and strong, without having to give up anything.

But when the innocent illusion is torn to pieces, what comes is the final giving up and the final choice.

Before the conscious mind can react, the body has already reacted first.

It's like what everyone has always said - maybe fools live by instinct, right?

Before pulling the trigger, Maki remained as numb and indifferent as a machine.

Because there is an invisible sharp blade that cuts itself apart.

Half of them coldly and calmly took advantage of every situation that was favorable to them, using black cards and weapons. This is not a matter of losing control in a momentary impulse or panic, but a clear understanding of every possible outcome and possibility.

Calm as if he was doing a math problem.

In order to abide by the agreement, I gave up my escape; in order to protect Miss Huazhi, I gave up the immediate rescue; in order to save more innocent people, I gave up my past kindness; in order to stop all this...

At that moment, she came to the final conclusion - Uncle Kakuyama must be killed.

So, Maki pulled the trigger.

Only less than a third of the other half was sobbing silently in the darkness that was difficult to illuminate.

Give up all extravagant hopes and fantasies, those happy futures and unrealistic dreams.

This is her last choice.

When the crisp auditory hallucinations play in your ears, luck worth ten million US dollars will come.

The fierce light of judgment roared and burst out. Along with the pure destruction came a recoil comparable to that of a tank main gun, and a silent death.

A beam of light as thick as a thumb spanned a short distance, accurately penetrated into Kakuyama's stunned face, tore apart the soul, broke out of the body, and whizzed away with enough heat to evaporate the source matter.

The red-hot iron needle drew a burnt red dry track on the oil painting called The World, piercing the far distance unreasonably, tearing apart his fetal membrane, and disappearing at the end of the field of vision.

Then came a long dead silence.

Maki panted violently, the arm holding the Lord of the Flies trembled slightly, and her sleeves had already evaporated under the raging heat. Miraculously, the arms and bones were intact.

There was only a small crack in the tiger's mouth holding the gun, which was a negligible amount of damage caused by the out-of-control muscles tearing the skin.

The miracle came suddenly and left quietly.

Kakuyama stared at the girl in front of him in astonishment, as if he had not yet realized what had happened. Just subconsciously, I took a step forward, staggered, and took another step...

With a huge gash and bloody hole on his forehead.

His lips opened and closed silently, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

He opened his eyes hard, trying to find any trace of the girl in front of him in the rapidly darkening world.

In the end, the numb body fell forward, groping awkwardly, and finally touched the shape of the cheek, just like a drowning person trying to grasp a straw, so hard.

Tough, smile.

What do you want to say...

But at that moment, his movements froze and became silent.

Maki lowered her head sluggishly, noticing that the palm touching her cheek slowly slipped away, with traces of blood, and a calm face that had never shown any resentment until her death.

Just like that, her body weakened little by little and fell to the ground, losing all her strength.

Can't feel any emotion.

In this brief silence, she stared for a long time at the pair of empty eyes that were gradually losing their luster, trying hard to discern the last words he wanted to say.

But everything has gone with death.

No trace left.

Only the blood is cooling down a little bit.

This is the result of her choice, what she gave up.

When Maki raised her head again, she saw Miss Kaizhi standing next to her at some point, and her compassionate and silent eyes.

She tried hard to smile, but in the end she could only squeeze out a blank expression.

"Miss Huazhi...why are there so many cruel things in the world?

In the silence, Huaishi couldn't avoid the lonely look in her eyes and answered: "Probably, this world is like this."

This world is never gentle.

Human life is only once, but there are more things more precious than life. There are too many things that you want to get, and there are too many things that you must give up...

It's always been like this, never changed.

"Is the same thing true for Miss Huazhi?" Maki asked tremblingly.

"yes."

Huai Shi nodded and said calmly: "It is always necessary to give up. It is always painful and sad. I don't know what to do."

"Then why... why do you continue?"

Maki choked up and couldn't understand: "Why do we still have to live such a painful life? Why do we have to make a choice!"

"Maybe it's for something more important?"

Huai Shi knelt down, stared into her eyes, and told her solemnly: "Maki, people don't live for pain, and we don't make choices just to give up.

Although it will be sad to give up something, if you don't make any choices, people will not be able to grow and there will be no future. "

Sometimes, you make a choice.

Give up something and gain something later. Maybe there won't be any good results in the end, but if you don't make a choice, there will be nothing.

Those who stand still will not understand this sadness.

He stretched out his hand, hugged the girl in front of him, and comforted softly: "Everyone's reasons are always different. Maybe you will think that I am just talking big words that have nothing to do with myself, but one day, you will understand and have your own reasons. Answer."

"Miss Huai Zhi, I...I...I just..."

She grasped Huai Shi's hand, trembling, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

There was obviously a lot he wanted to say, but his throat was choked.

Completely, speechless.

Only tears flowed down uncontrollably.

The initial sobbing turned into uncontrollable crying and coughing, hoarsely shouting words that I couldn't understand. The pain surging under the iceberg suddenly emerged like a tide, making it difficult to control myself.

At the moment when she finally gave up escaping, she finally realized the huge pain caused by constant abandonment.

And the realization that pain brings—

The so-called herself.

The phantom light of the source of matter illuminated Huai Shi's eyes.

From Maki's body, the slowly forming soul glowed with a faint light, and its nature was sublimated.

Huai Shi froze on the spot, in disbelief.

It turned out to be...sublimation?

He never dreamed that he would be lucky enough to see other people sublimate in this life - this is the strange scene when the first spark is ignited, the consciousness transcends from the sea of ​​silver, and the soul is forged.

In just an instant, the brilliant and lonely light flashed away, completing the transformation and returning to restraint.

From then on, everything became completely different.

In the daze, the crying girl finally fell into a deep sleep.

"Is it actually sublimation? He is really talented and beautiful. I didn't expect that the Satomi family would have a second talented person who is comparable to that boy Mori Jing... No, I should say, this is the change you brought about, right?"

Behind Huai Shi, a deep voice sighed: "Miss Huai Zhi, you are the creator of this miracle."

Huai Shi turned around suddenly in shock and frowned.

I don't know when, another figure appeared next to him.

He was a middle-aged man whom he had never seen before, but he seemed to have known him before. His face was handsome and majestic, his eyes were pitch-black, without any trace of white, and he had unspeakable evil intentions and madness.

Just by being looked at, one can feel a strong sense of threat and uneasiness.

But it was this feeling that made Huai Shi particularly unbelievable.

"Are you... Guo Shouche?"

"Did you actually see it?"

The middle-aged man grinned slightly, with the same joking tone as always: "I also said I would give you a surprise... I reacted so quickly."

Huaishi subconsciously pressed on the Lord of the Flies beside Maki.

"Don't rush to do it."

Guo Shouque waved his hand warmly and took a step back slightly: "Don't worry, although I am a little malicious, I will not indulge in fists and kicks, nor do I intend to attack you."

As he said that, he lifted up the steaming pot in his hand and smiled proudly: "I just made a good pot of soup, which made me feel young again... It's a pity that no one is sharing it. Do you want some?"

The aroma hits your nostrils, and the sweet and fragrant fresh scent lingers on the tip of your nose. If you smell it from a distance, it will make your index finger twitch.

There is no doubt that it is a rare chef's cooking, a rare masterpiece.

To be able to restore a nearly 200-year-old monster to his middle-aged state is probably an excellent tonic.

But could this guy be so kind?