How far is the distance between dreams?

The withered pure white is no longer there!

No longer naive! Transformation of the heart!

Human psychology is broken! Mental world!

★Act 1: The beginning of the ordinary

My name is Grevar Villembélus, and for as long as I can remember, we have lived in a shabby ghetto where there was basically nothing but poor people.

The slums have always been the place I am most familiar with. There are many friends here, but there are no opportunities to communicate and look at the familiar old streets.

I think this should be my hometown! Even if my daily life here is the same, I will feel happy. Until, I saw the piece of paper (photo) with the image that my mother hid in the jewelry box.

For the first time, I saw a scenery different from the node. In the image, my father was holding my mother's shoulders, and my mother was nestled in my father's arms. The two were smiling happily, with sweetness and happiness in their smiles. Behind their parents

, it’s endless... uh, it’s water, right?!

It turns out that water can be so beautiful! The water is endless and connected to the horizon. The sky is blue like I have never seen before. In the sky, several white birds are flying. They are so cute, and they are just like the birds taught in books.

It's different.

This piece of paper is a little yellowed. My parents looked so young at that time, unlike now, when their temples are gray.

How long has it been since I saw my parents smiling? I can’t remember exactly. If my mother hadn’t taken away the rings and necklaces in the box for a living, maybe I wouldn’t have seen this piece of paper. After I put the piece of paper back

When I was there, I saw the following series of numbers: 2234.05.11. Does this number have any special meaning?

I can't think of it. In fact, I really want to ask my father and mother where the place on the paper is, because they were laughing so happily there. If they could go there again, they would be very happy, right?

I carefully put the piece of paper back into the jewelry box and put it back to its original place. My mother told me that I should not touch other people's things casually, even those who are very close to me. My mother said

This is the most basic courtesy and principle. She was very serious when she said this. I believe that what my mother said must be right.

On this day, my father came back later than usual. Even though I was very sleepy, I still didn't fall asleep.

Because every day when my father comes back, he will give everyone and my mother a big hug.

It was already very late, and my father still hadn't come back. Just when I was rubbing the tears from the corners of my eyes due to yawning, the door clicked softly, and my father's figure appeared at the door.

I was very happy and ran towards my father quickly. Different from the past, my father did not show a happy smile and put me in his arms. There was a look of love on his face. He hesitated a few times, but did not open his mouth.

Put your arms around me.

I can't understand why my dad is different today. Why doesn't he hug me? Maybe... he's too tired! I said to myself. He touched my hair with his left hand and walked in slowly.

When we got home, it was only then that I saw clearly that my father was dirty. Could it be that he didn't hug me because he was afraid that his clothes would be too dirty? But, I didn't mind.

The mother brought out the warm dinner in the pot, the father whispered something to him, and the two of them walked towards the bathroom on the side.

After my father entered, my mother turned around and said to me with a smile: "Greva, it's getting late, let's go to bed first."

"Oh!" I promised in a low voice, but no one knew, but I felt a little lost in my heart. I walked to the door of my room, and by some strange combination of circumstances, my hand stayed on the doorknob. My parents were unusual.

This action made the curiosity in my heart keep sprouting.

I walked quietly to the bathroom door. They didn't lock the door. Through the crack in the door, I saw a scene that I will never forget...

I don't know what kind of mood I was in when I returned to the room. It's just that I was destined to be sleepless that night. I won't be able to rely on any solid arms in the future, right?

I thought so, but when I opened the door the next day, what came into view was my father's loving smile. He reached out and touched the left side of my face. His hand on my face made me feel cold.

Biting.

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★Act 2: Frost in the ruins

Why is this happening? Shouldn't the node be the safest place? But why, why is this happening? Everything has changed.

Ten minutes ago…

The color on the sky suddenly changed, a huge siren sounded outside, and people on the street began to panic. Something terrible must have happened. My mother didn't let me go out. I remember my father said, if anything happens

No, you must stay at home honestly.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, accompanied by bursts of strange roaring sounds. My mother's face was a little pale. What on earth had happened? Hesitation and fear lingered in my heart.

A few minutes later, my father came back, but when I saw him, I could no longer hold back my tears. My mother covered her mouth and tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Let's go quickly. If you don't go, it will be too late."

This was the first thing my father said when he saw us. But the way he looked at this time, was he really the elegant and kind father he usually was?

My father's right arm was gone. Blood was dripping from the fracture, staining the few broken metal fragments exposed inside. There were still three claw marks on his chest, and the armor on his chest was soaked with blood.

"Dear, what's wrong? Why are you like this?" The mother hugged her father and hurriedly tried to stop the bleeding from his father's wound.

"The space wall is broken, and the heavenly beasts have invaded the node. Let's leave quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

My father's words seemed to be describing the coming of the end of the world. At this moment, the world in my heart seemed to have collapsed.

Without packing anything, my mother and I left the house under the protection of my father. I didn't bring anything with me. In my father's words, in this case, being able to escape is considered a victory.

Our home is in a slum area, and it's still quite far from where we need to go.

The people here are all people who can still earn a certain amount of income within the node. It seems that they have a comfortable home here, but in fact they are not much better than those homeless people.

Everything I saw on this day will be deeply engraved in my heart and will be indelible forever.

The streets were stained with vermilion, and the pungent smell of blood lingered in my nose. Resisting the feeling of vomiting, my mother and I followed my father step by step. Only then did I know that in my mind

The elegant father is actually so strong. Even if the father is injured by a monster that looks very scary, he can kill it quickly with just one blow.

I don’t know how many monsters my father killed, or how far we walked. I just saw a smile on my father’s face. I guess we are safe now, right?

There are no more scary monsters here, and I can even see the sentry machine guns and guardians not far away. We are saved.

After walking through the defense line set up by the guardians, my father stopped. He looked at my mother and me and smiled happily. Blood mixed with some black blood clots poured out of his mouth. He just looked at it with a smile.

As our lips moved, his voice came out intermittently:

"The people I love the most, you...should...live...well..."

Along with the words, his figure slowly fell, and finally, he fell to the ground with a crash...

★Act III: Withering Whiteness

In this way, I lost half of the sky, and the colors in my life dimmed. Only then did I realize that my father’s shadow in my heart had always been the same as in that photo, and his current appearance, I

I couldn't remember. I wanted to look back at him, but with the crowds of people, I couldn't see there anymore.

We followed the crowd to a new environment. We heard others say that this is another node. It turns out that there is not only one node. But, how should my mother and I survive here?

My father's words echoed in my mind, but the weight of survival may be more than just a word.

The controller of the node is a good man. The crowd in the square is densely packed, almost tens of thousands of people, but he does not ignore them. The guardian will distribute food on time, which makes the crowd happy. But the mother is more and more anxious.

I thought of what my mother once taught me, there is no free lunch in the world. Sure enough, this situation only lasted for three days. Except for a very small number of people who found a livelihood, the rest fell into panic.

My mother and I didn't find a job to make a living, but fortunately there were many shops along the street. My mother and I helped clean up the street. These shops gave us some food, which kept us from going hungry.

We had no place to live, so we could only huddle under the flower beds in the square at night. At this time, my mother would always protect me inside. After all, there were thousands of homeless people in this square, maybe including

We all, including us, will eventually become wanderers, right?

…

Mother's embrace is the warmest embrace.

In the early morning, the dazzling sunlight shone on my face, waking me up from my sleep.

"Mother?"

I opened my eyes and saw that there was nothing outside the flower bed. This made me feel a little scared. Where did my mother go? A sense of fear rose in my heart. I struggled to crawl out from the narrow gap in the flower bed. There were all kinds of people around me.

I felt like my heart was about to fly out of my throat.

The eyes of these people made me feel frightened. They were all homeless people with nothing. All I saw in their eyes was malice. There was an inexplicable light shining in the eyes of those men. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate my clothes, making me feel uncomfortable.

I felt very scared.

The women's eyes were dull, and their bodies exuded a strange smell, but when they saw me, the look in their eyes was one of gloating.

Why, we all escaped together, we are just a group of homeless poor people, but why, even in such an environment, why can some people not forget the evil thoughts in their hearts?

In a daze, I remembered what my father once said: "Desire makes human nature ugly."

So, have these people become ugly?

I walked carefully among the crowd, and even though my body was constantly being touched, I walked forward silently.

Mom, where are you? I'm scared.

The noise came from the front and could be heard even from a long distance away. I don't know why, but my heart started to panic inexplicably, which made my pace involuntarily speed up.

I struggled to squeeze into the crowd, but the scene in front of me was like a thunderbolt. Not far away from the edge of the square, more than a dozen corpses were piled up in a pile. There was a blood hole on their foreheads. Two guards stood there.

On one side, lying at their feet was the person who used her thin body to shield me from the night wind last night, my mother.

I can't believe that the gentle and beautiful mother in my memory has no breath at this time. She looks like the women I saw before, but she has more scars on her body.

At this moment, I felt that my world had completely lost its color. I did not cry, but quietly walked to her side, took off the coat my mother gave me on my birthday, and covered her silently.
To be continued...