frightfiction Chapter 250 God created the world in 7 days, I can only keep my memory for 7 days
Chapter 250 God created the world in 7 days, I can only keep my memory for 7 days
Mr. Magician's words surprised Amilin. This new friend really has some ideas.
He walked to the vending machine and bought two bottles of iced Americano. After handing one over, he said seriously, "We can't choose our birth circumstances, we can't choose our parents, and sometimes we can't even choose how we die."
He took a sip of coffee with a bit of sadness, and the smile disappeared from his handsome face. Instead, he looked like he had experienced a lot of stories, and his words were a bit desolate: "We live, forced by life, burdened by family, entangled by all kinds of ties. We can't choose how to live."
"Etienne, we are not free."
Amilin's bright eyes stared at the mysterious man who made him open his heart involuntarily, sad wrinkles appeared between his brows, and his helplessness towards reality was mixed with uncompromising determination.
His voice gradually rose, completely unable to conceal the depression in his heart, and he shouted: "Because we are not free, I want my music to bring happiness to everyone and allow everyone to relax for a short time. I want to tell them: -"
"Stop, we must stop and rest."
"Otherwise, the weary spirit will be overwhelmed."
“Stop and listen to the wind carrying the fragrance of flowers and the coolness of snowflakes.”
"Looking up, the clouds cunningly change their shapes, and the light of the stars comes from a distant era."
"If we calm our minds, the prison that haunts us will be exposed."
“We all have the right to pursue freedom.”
"I want my music to bring everyone the simplest happiness."
Fūya Rei's eyes lit up, and he felt that he and Amilin hit it off.
He waved the balloon in his hand, watching the white dove flap its wings as it flew overhead, landing on top of the statue. His voice drifted in a vague voice, "So, what do you think freedom is?"
Amilin was completely bewildered. It was as if he had never thought about this before. He knew he was not free, but he had never thought about what freedom was.
Is it the white dove circling above your head?
Is it the reflection in the sparkling water?
Is it the surging clouds in the blue sky?
No, neither.
He thought, if one day he was free, then——
"die--"
He murmured unconsciously: "Only death is true freedom."
Seagulls flew in the sunshine, holding water plants in their beaks, and their wings created ripples on the surface of the river.
The two of them fell silent for a moment, quietly appreciating the beautiful scenery here.
From that day on, the two of them met here every day tacitly.
Furuya Rei patiently listened to the new music composed by Amilin, and Amilin talked to his new friend about his dream of becoming a star.
The difference is that the freedom and unrestrainedness in his music is more apparent.
There are more and more people in Hekou, countless office workers who have just finished get off work, housewives who are trapped in their families, middle-aged and elderly people who are unhappy with their lives, and students who are overwhelmed by their studies...
Every day they would sit quietly under the Statue of Liberty, listening to Amilin's music with a smile, and relax themselves.
This place temporarily became their spiritual harbor.
The magician performed magic tricks among the crowd, making them laugh and have fun. He could always pull out all kinds of magical props from his magic hat.
His wide cloak was like a night curtain, carrying an indescribable mystery.
He loves to play and can always be found in the busiest places among the crowd.
Amid the children's laughter and joy, people can often see playing cards flying around out of the corner of their eyes.
They put on friendly smiles on their faces and applauded the magician wearing a clown mask.
The clown mask maintains an appearance of happy laughter, which makes people unable to help but smile.
Beneath the mask, Fūya Rei's expression always lingers between confusion and clarity.
On the first day, he forgot about his bullies.
The next day, when the image of Elena Miyano in his memory gradually dissipated like sand dripping from his palm, he solemnly picked up his notebook and quickly drew a beautiful and holy fallen angel on it.
On the third day, he no longer remembered Miyano Shiho, and the fallen angel in the notebook was replaced by a smiling little angel with a halo on his head.
On the fourth day, a blue-eyed ragdoll cat appeared on the notebook, and next to it, someone wrote carefully and cherishingly: Hiro.
On the fifth day, a curly-haired Devon Rex cat wearing sunglasses stared ahead with a dignified air, as if ready to cause trouble. It's not an exaggeration to say it's like the "bad luck" flat-headed cat.
On the sixth day, after the lively Christmas Eve, a little fox with purple eyes appeared next to the curly-haired cat. It was close to the cat, and when it looked at me lazily, it was very exciting.
On the seventh day, Christmas carols echoed across the Hudson River estuary. Liberty Island was decorated with colorful lights, and a tall, emerald green Christmas tree was filled with gifts.
Under the Statue of Liberty, Amilin played the hurdy-gurdy and communicated with Rei Furuya and changed the tune.
Time slowly came to evening, and a complete song had been polished.
The gently floating melody adds a bit of romance to this Christmas night. The music soars, as if taking everyone into the vast frozen land of Siberia.
In a small hut made of ice and snow, I sit in front of the stove, drink black tea, look at the biting cold wind outside, light a candle, and play the violin.
Come, let us pray, in this winter, let us remember our old friends and relatives far away.
Come, pray, let the wind and snow carry your thoughts to them in the invisible place.
Wish us happiness.
I wish you happiness.
Let us be free.
Pray!
After Amilin finished playing, Fūya Rei loosened his grip, and countless balloons flew into the sky, with white doves flying back and forth among the colorful balloons.
On this day, Fūya Rei forgot about his highly responsible squad leader. On the notebook, a toothpick emitting cold light appeared on the heads of the two affectionate little animals.
Amilin, who dreamed of becoming a star, put down his accordion, happily greeted the acquaintances who gathered around him, and then approached Furuya Rei and said enthusiastically, "Sir, you are so talented. This song has become even more charming after you changed it."
"Sir, let's give it a name."
"This is the first piece we ever wrote together, and it's so beautiful. I'm going to play it every Christmas from now on, I love it so much."
Furuya Rei carefully put away the paintbrush wrapped with balloon string. Beneath his mask, his brows arched, and he listened with a smile to his chirping voice, which was as clear as the song of a nightingale. He smiled and replied, "'Winter Prayer', its name is Winter Prayer."
I pray that those who have been forgotten by me and those who have forgotten me will be well and free in the new year.
December 12th, Christmas.
The seventh day of the Magician Card is the last day that Rei Furuya has memories of the past.
He didn't do anything extra, nor did he try to save anything.
He just lazily leaned on the river bank, looking at the Statue of Liberty, with an ambiguous smile on his lips.