The legend of the horse girl, the road to the strongest and undefeated

Perhaps it was once a member of Glory, or perhaps it was just a foil.

But it can only be turned into meaningless dust under the years, but at least in art.

"Miss Lingyi, do you think this painting is meaningless?" Aldan asked.

"This kind of thing that can hardly be called a work is really meaningless when viewed objectively. No matter what it used to be? Good or bad? Now it is just a void that even passers-by have never understood and will not visit. What A creation that contains nothing, holds nothing, and leaves nothing behind is naturally meaningless."

"So, what about the inversion part?"

Because Ling Yi's words are viewed objectively, the next part must be subjective, so Aldan looked expectantly at the blonde girl.

This is what the girl wants to hear the most during this outing.

"..."

Ling Yi was silent, and half-closed his eyes, considering his words and opinions.

"Consequentially, this is meaningless, but the process of creating value is meaningful anyway. The question is, should we end up with the result and deny the footprint of that process?"

The blond girl spoke out.

"The process of leaping, the process of continuous improvement, the process of casting honors, the process of leaving traces of existence and finally being washed away by the years...

There are those who wait for the gates of heaven's honor to open, and when it comes, preserve the unfading art of self-glory, which is the painting of indoor splendor. "

Means the racehorse girls of honor.

"Some people miss the process and get helpless results between the realization process, and leave dimly under the dream and pursuit. This is also the painting of fading outside."

No one will remember what this picture scroll and this horse race used to be like?

Missing the process, getting helpless results, maybe the glory once disappeared in a blink of an eye, maybe doing nothing as a foil from the beginning to the end, the result is that only the fact of hard work will not betray, the end that is not understood, cannot shine like the real brilliance.

It is worthless to work hard, and it is meaningless to work hard... Is this really the case?

What can be listed in this museum is undoubtedly a real honor.

The same pursuit of oneself, the same pursuit of the original heart, and the same pursuit of self-steadfast things, finally created brilliance.

Even if the picture scroll fades, even if the end point will have nothing.

However, the paintings that will eventually be worthless are always placed at the end of the end with the creator's valuable cognition. It is the painter and the riser who determine the meaning of its existence.

"Even if it will be honed to nothing under the years, even if there is nothing at the end, but facing the ending that will eventually disappear, like a picture scroll that did not exist at the beginning, is the painting that once rose up better than the one from the beginning to the end? Is it more meaningful to be empty?"

In the past, when Ling Yi first came to the world of horse racing girls, when a girl with nothing had participated in the debut competition, she was confused about what to do?

At the beginning, I didn't have the obsession to win, but I didn't want to lose.

However, winning or losing or not, it seems like a meaningless ending.

Since it is meaningless, is it more valuable and affirmative to burn the ego to fight for the empty victory or defeat than the indifferent outcome of failure?

The answer is clear——

Unpredictable future, baseless heart.

In exchange for the present moment, is the dedication and sacrifice meaningful?

Lingyi took a deep breath, and spoke under Aldan Simu's gaze.

"The one who makes the final decision and affirmation is the one who chooses to embark on this path... Only the author who completed this scroll is qualified to discuss it.

We ourselves are the glorious testimony of what we do. "

"—"

After hearing this, Aldan put his hands flat on his heart, his purple pupils were shining brightly, he just stared at Ling Yi in front of him, and slightly pursed his lips.

Can't stop here, don't want to stop here.

Don't be reduced to mediocrity, advance on a proud path, and stand at the end of the battlefield.

The so-called battle, the so-called challenge.

The process of rising to the end is a valuable question.

"To be honest, the scenery at the end doesn't matter. Is this the answer you want to hear? ——Leave traces of what you've been here on the road you're proud of. In order to be proud of yourself one day, it has nothing to do with the ending. The process is valuable."

Proudly create the picture scroll and proudly write the ending.

Regardless of whether the end will eventually disappear, we also lead our worthy selves to the end.

-

……That night.

In the dim night and illuminated by the lights, Lingyi and Aldan stayed at a nearby restaurant after finishing their communication in the art gallery, preparing to leave after dinner.

Aldan looked at Ling Yi with a preoccupied look, showing a embarrassed smile.

"...Miss Lingyi should have known it long ago when she helped me train.

I was born with a weak constitution and a very fragile body. "

Obviously talking about unfriendly topics, the girl's words are more and more calmly stating her existence.

"The doctor in charge gave me a diagnosis. To be honest, I can't compete with this physique, and I will never be able to do without injuries that will kill me.

My parents are still opposed to sending me to the race until now. Before leaving, they cried and said that they could not bear the fear of losing me. Therefore, despite the appearance of my mother at the tea party last time, they were actually thinking about what if If I were pushed to get married and run a family earlier, I would have no time to think about the game, because I would be concerned about more important things. "

The following words became joking, but there was no smile in the eyes of Aldan and Lingyi.

"I am the mother of twins, because the other one is stillborn, we must not let this kind of tragedy happen again, that's why they are so desperate?"

"However, you still became a horse race girl." Ling Yi replied in a deep voice.

"That's right, even so, even so, Miss Lingyi—"

Not hesitating, but brewing a decision.

Meshiro Aldan stared straight at the emerald green pupils of the blond girl with those unusually enlightened eyes.

"This body may shatter and perish at any time. In Mebaro's family, in the long history of Saima Niang, maybe I will be buried in a blink of an eye.

In an instant it fades, is forgotten, and finally disappears.

——However, even so, at least the present [at this moment]. "

Burning must be more meaningful and proud than doing nothing under fate.

I want to go on a path of pride and honor until the end.

"Right now, risking my life for this fleeting moment to shine is the only right I have been given.

Whether it’s short-lived or vague, even if it’s just a faint ray of light, I want to stay at [this moment], leaving my own track of existence and proof of my existence on the field. "

Rely on the field to give meaning and value to your life, give up your life to forge dazzling brilliance, and rely on yourself struggling on the battlefield to maintain your heart and soul.

As long as you hold the blade on the field, surrounded by glory and opponents, you will never fall into the abyss of death.

"..."

Ling Yi was silent, and secretly tapped the edge of the glass in front of the table with his fingers.

Clang.

The crisp sound seemed to be broken apart by force, but it still maintained a clear and lingering form.

Probably, this is the reason why the girl couldn't let go of her eyes on Aldan...

Ling Yi lowered his gaze.

The meaning and value of one's own life are forged by the burning of the arena.

Determined to survive in this way, no matter how brutal the consequences may be.

No matter what others think, don't understand, disagree, question and dissuade you, you want to give your all on the road of glory, and you are a proud duelist.

Even if we die on the field, even if we meet the finish line on the field, we still live by the glory, longing for the atmosphere and shining brilliance of the field.

It doesn't matter whether you are dead or dead, it is with such an eager mind and determination to step on the field, no matter what, you want to get rid of the emptiness of the meaning of existence, the emptiness of yourself who has accomplished nothing, and want to achieve a proud self. Spend meaningful time with all your worth on the road to glory.

We didn't appear to disappear, we were born to burn and shine.

"...The reason I invited you out today is to say this. Miss Lingyi is indeed a very good person."

There is nothing wrong with yearning, and there is nothing wrong with yearning.

In the face of meaningless scrolls, the value of the creative process is determined by the author.

If Miss Lingyi is the real trainer, Aldan really hopes that there are like-minded affirmers who can help him as his role.

However, it is not allowed between her and her.

Not trainers and race girls, but race girls and race girls.

The former are comrades-in-arms and the latter are fighters.

So the meaning of this date is nothing more than speaking beliefs and expecting beliefs to be affirmed.

And until it is truly affirmed, Mubai Aldan's sincerity is also genuine.

(I have no doubt that I like Miss Lingyi.)

Compared with longing, compared with gentle yearning, he is attracted by something more essential, and that essence is also what Mejiro Aldan has always insisted on.

"I like you the most."

These are not intentional words, but words from the heart that come out naturally.

No matter how the years will change in the future, no matter whether this love is fruitful or not, the encounter with Ling Yi will also become the only glass dream that fills Mejiro Aldan's life, and the only unique crystal color in the glass world.

Because, I like it so much.

"...Probably, me too."

"—"

It seemed to hear a slight whisper coming from the front.

Aldan didn't hear it clearly, but he intuitively told the girl that it seemed to be very important words, something that couldn't be missed.

"Miss Lingyi, just now you..."

"——It's really boring, is the momentary brilliance enough?"

Ling Yi didn't repeat it, but asked instead.

Then he turned his head to meet Aldan's gaze, showing a confident and cold smile, and looked at the blue-haired girl who was puzzled by the sudden words.

"That's not enough to be proud of!"

"……Eh?"

The blue-haired girl paused, and saw the blond girl's hand resting on her heart.

"My words will become more greedy! My words will become more persistent!

Just [now] words are not enough!How could the [momentary] firefly light allow it? !Even higher, more intense, burning endlessly until death, how can we not sing the praises of the dead man's obsession until the end of the century to become the strongest legend, and turn that moment into an eternal shining brilliance and be recognized by history Inscribed, compared to one of the stars, my words will become the galaxy itself, the only and unique history itself! "

At the end of the sentence, Lingyi stretched out one hand to hold Aldan's astonished face.

"Compared to focusing on [now], we should focus on [future] and [all] above that, pursue and go all the way, maybe our characteristics are the same in some respects? But the differences are different!"

The blond girl stood up, held the blue-haired girl's face condescendingly, and then lowered her head. The distance between the eyes and nose bridges of both sides was less than a few centimeters, and they stared straight and passionately.

"—"

Eyeing Aldan, he held his breath for an instant.

"If you choose to burn, then burn everything! I will become the strongest horse girl in this country, and then take down the Arc de Triomphe on the world stage with the gesture of winning all the awards! Become the strongest undefeated horse girl. Everyone's memory! Let my glory be engraved on the world as eternity!"

"All glory? The Arc de Triomphe...?"

When the blue-haired girl heard it, she felt that it was a fantasy.

Does Ling Yi know what he is talking about?

Successive races, even going to a foreign track that is completely different from the domestic grass field at the end, the Arc de Triomphe that has never been won by the island country.

This kind of thing sounds impossible.

However, staring at the green pupils of the blond girl gradually stained with crimson color, Aldan felt that those eyes were full of strange magic power, the self-significance emanating from the inside out that made people unconsciously want to trust. Affirmative and dreamy colors.

Glory is ahead, and it is because it is out of reach that we have to challenge it.