Chapter 1660 Even if you say goodbye, people should know that you have been here

After that dream, most people were confused.

People can't remember what happened in their dreams. After waking up, they walked out of the houses, facing the scorching sun high in the sky, and felt the long-lost warmth brought by the real sunshine.

"Why do I feel like I've forgotten something?"

Someone said this, but heard others around him shaking their heads.

"It's normal to forget things in dreams."

"That's true, but... why do I always feel a little concerned?"

"Unless you win the lottery in your dream and wake up before you can cash it, what's the point of worrying about it?"

"Nonsense! My friend won the lottery in his dream and even cashed in the prize! But he still felt bad when he woke up without spending it!"

"Besides, aren't you uncomfortable?"

"Well... now that you mention it, I do have some feelings."

The world after the disaster has a sense of desolation.

Trash cans collapsed on the road, lying all over the place, overturned, or crashed into walls, roadblocks, telephone poles, and cars on traffic lights.

Or the crowd that gradually wakes up after lying on the roadside, curb, sidewalk, or street lamp.

Too much too much.

The sudden arrival of a beautiful dream brings more danger to this world.

But thanks to the protection of the Stigmata Project, no one was injured by this sudden situation.

The order was not broken.

When people wake up, they won't remember what happened.

Even more will be forgotten.

Even that voice that should have been vaguely remembered.

And gradually disappeared into their world.

At that moment, everyone in the world seemed to be missing a piece of the puzzle.

It is insignificant, yet it connects everyone.

So when people recall, mention, talk, and ask.

The only answer you get is always "confusion".

“It’s really… a magical experience.”

Standing on the street, I saw police cars and fire trucks passing by.

Today is destined to be a busy day. Although society has not been paralyzed, the stability of civilization still needs to be maintained.

In Bai Mo's eyes, the last time he talked to them was fifty thousand years ago.

When the distant memories and the current trance were brought to the same level, it was an unprecedented experience for Bai Mo.

The worrying issue resurfaced.

Since the world has forgotten me, what is the point of staying here at this moment?

How strange, today...

She seemed to have endless questions.

But that's life, isn't it?

There are too many choices and answers that we don’t know, are confusing, and overwhelmed.

Sometimes it’s not that you don’t know the answer, you just want a better and more convincing answer.

Even if that's not possible, but...

Just thinking about it.

That's not ridiculous, nor is it greedy.

I just, think about it.

Walking on the dilapidated road, Bai Mo took light steps.

She was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, but her long hair was messy and wet.

She was like a portrait walking out of an art exhibition, passing through streets, intersections, and cities.

Either in an uninhabited forest or on a high mountain top.

Or maybe the Great Wall that stretches for thousands of miles.

In the neon-lit metropolis at night, she walked against the flow of the crowd.

On the vast grassland, she walked through the horse farms of cattle and sheep herders.

Between the rugged paths, you can see the quiet and beautiful terraced fields in the mountains.

You can see her silent footprints in every corner of the world.

But at the same time, no one can find proof of her existence.

Such diametrically opposed concepts may be difficult to understand and accept.

But it is a true portrayal of her.

After all, when she passed by a group of "strangers" whom she had met once.

No one will look back.

Just as no one will remember her, no one knows how far she has gone.

But eventually, she had to stop.

Because the road will always come to an end one day.

She stopped at a square.

There is a group of white pigeons on the square, waiting for people who come here to bring them food.

Bai Mo stepped forward and picked up some food that others had placed on a bench nearby.

But unfortunately, she had no money to pay.

but……

Forgive me, let me be willful just once, just once.

It also makes me selfish...

To do a bad thing.

Perhaps they sensed someone coming, when Bai Mo came in front of the white pigeons, they gathered together.

Bai Mo opened the bag and took out the food and scattered it.

The white pigeons lowered their heads and swept away all the food on the ground.

At that moment, Bai Mo smiled.

She squatted down and wanted to touch these cute little guys.

But in the end, I failed to reach out.

Instead of breaking it, it is better to just stand aside quietly and be a spectator.

But food is ultimately limited, just like the time given to a person.

Bai Mo had scattered all the food in his hand.

But the white dove is still waiting.

"terribly sorry."

Eyelids lowered, she shook her head.

"I have no more food to give you."

Wow~!

But at this moment, some food was spilled on the ground again.

But the white doves were startled and flapped their wings and fled in all directions.

somebody is coming.

Brought the food.

But because of the approach of people, the white dove flew away.

They only come to pick up food on the ground when people are not around.

and so……

Am I still a human being?

"Why do you stay?"

An old voice sounded.

The old man leaned over with his cane, reached out and gently tapped the head of the only white pigeon that had not left and was greedily gnawing at the food on the ground.

Bai Mo knew this old man.

In that dream, the old man stood up and became the representative of humanity.

but……

Unfortunately, he asked himself his name, but he couldn't remember it.

"Let's go."

He reached out his hand, picked up the white dove and released it.

"Don't stay for the beauty in front of you, you should go back to your companions."

“Even if it’s just a goodbye, you should let others know you were there.”

These words...

Are you talking to the white dove?

maybe.

The white dove was released and returned to its companions.