0p0 Chapter 214 The Non-Existent Person (1)
Chapter 214 The Non-Existent Person (1)
"And then? And then? Senior Farusan, that brother boarded a spaceship to chase after his sister, and then what?"
In Ormos Harbor, children sat around Farusan, looking up and waiting for the story to continue.
In their imagination, the older brother would travel in a spaceship through one wondrous adventure after another, defeating one dangerous enemy after another, and finally find the older sister.
After that, they will live happily ever after, just like the prince and princess in a fairy tale.
However, Farusan slowly closed the notebook filled with writing, smiled, and gently shook her head.
"That's it, that's the end of the story."
The spaceship carrying the boy, his love, and his dreams sailed away from the story's view and was never seen again.
No one knows how the story will end.
The children sighed in disappointment. One little girl, a bit unwilling to give up, reached out and tugged at the hem of Farusan's clothes, pleading with the blue-haired girl:
"Senior Falushan, do you know who wrote this story? I want to ask him myself."
Go ask him yourself, did that brave brother finally find his beloved sister?
Farusan fell silent, gently stroking the girl's head, her words tinged with nostalgia.
"Actually, as for me, senior... I've already forgotten."
I've forgotten who told this story; I just stumbled upon it in her notebook.
But she never said, and never told anyone, that this story was very similar to that of her predecessor, Farussan.
Once, her family, like the boy in the story, did everything they could to catch up with time.
They finally succeeded. Tamimi crossed a long period of a hundred years, and the letter finally reached her. She was no longer an orphan wandering with the passage of time.
It's a good story, isn't it? Just like the classic "Sharniah Tales," which she can no longer find.
The protagonist of the story can't remember, but there are still vague fragments in her memory.
The figure whose face was obscured was perhaps smiling. He told her that this story was called "To the Dim Star".
"I'm sorry, senior. All I know is that this story is called 'To the Dim Star'."
Farusan said softly, but it was unclear who she was saying "I'm sorry" to.
She couldn't remember his name anymore.
Perhaps this is what life is like: a spaceship full of ideals, love, and youthful spirit sets sail towards the unknown.
And then, I knew nothing more.
All happy endings exist only in fairy tales, but reality is always a cruel fairy tale.
The most likely outcome is that the boy pilots his spaceship and gets lost in the sea of stars, or that he arrives before the still-young girl as an old man on his deathbed.
Just like how she never saw her family again, Tamimi was left alone in the cave after exhausting her energy, as if she had been abandoned in this new era, all alone.
It's like the person who told her this story must care about her a lot, but she can't even remember who he is.
Even if Tamimi were still by her side, no one would write to her anymore, and it wouldn't need to deliver letters anymore.
Farusian suddenly seemed a little disheartened. She patted the children's heads and announced that today's literacy lesson was over.
The children slowly dispersed, a little reluctant to leave, but soon they were all gone.
The crowd had dispersed, and pedestrians thronged the road, but Farusan felt a sense of emptiness and bewilderment.
Is today's task... over already?
Alright, let's go have a drink then.
The girl went into a nearby tavern, ordered a dandelion liqueur from Mondstadt, and sat at the counter to sip it slowly.
She doesn't actually like drinking much, but sometimes she needs to be in a daze, or even in a daze.
Because of this, she doesn't have to think about many things.
This is no different from her desperate efforts to translate ancient books and read documents; they are simply different paths leading to the same goal.
She couldn't stop; she could only keep running, lest the shadows of the past catch up with her.
The wine tasted a bit bitter, but that didn't matter.
This era is already out of step with the spirit of the Floursanne, so one more glass of not-so-great wine won't make a difference.
The unfamiliar educational institution, outdated research projects that couldn't secure funding, and even the coconut charcoal cakes didn't taste the same as before.
She lives alone in a huge villa, falling asleep at night looking at photos of her former relatives and friends.
She tried to integrate, but the research topics had changed rapidly, and funding issues were becoming increasingly difficult to resolve.
She also tried to find one or two students, but she was never quite satisfied and was not willing to settle.
Loneliness overwhelmed her like an avalanche.
Who would have known that the strong and wise renowned scholar, Fiona, was just a helpless young girl who accidentally stumbled into the future a hundred years ago?
The glass was empty, and ice cubes were piled up inside, reflecting the girl's slightly dazed eyes.
"Boss, another one... Apple Bar."
"Alright, please wait a moment, sir."
Farusian stopped talking. She rested her head on her arm and stared blankly at the slowly melting ice in her glass.
The wine was served quickly; the cider was sweet with a refreshing tartness, like a beautiful dream.
But she seemed to remember that when she first woke up in the Crimson King's Mausoleum, things weren't like this.
She was rescued by a caravan and came to Aru Village. After that, she went to the House of Vitality and met Little Dixia.
The wind in the desert was really strong, and it was nowhere near as comfortable as the rainforest, but those days were very fulfilling.
Did she have a travel companion? Where did he go? Why didn't he come with her...? I can't remember...
That memory is fading away from her, but in the dead of night, in her dreams, or in moments of deep intoxication, some fragments that were once so distant as to be unremembered will suddenly become clear.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why she's been coming to the tavern more and more frequently.
As dusk fell and her second glass of wine was finished, Farusan's face was flushed as she pushed open the tavern door.
The sound of the wind chimes sobered the girl up a bit, but she couldn't suppress the urge to cry.
"Senior Falussan, are you there now?"
"This is the renowned scholar, the esteemed Fiona."
"Senior, I'm sorry, this topic..."
Whether the words "senior" were sincere or not, they didn't matter anymore; she didn't want to hear them.
Among these titles, one seemed to stand out, and she grasped it—familiar yet unfamiliar.
"Falusian...sweet girl."
She muttered unconsciously, wondering which brat had the audacity to address a senior like that.
Farusian suddenly laughed, and at that moment, tears silently slid down her cheeks.
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