When Old John finished his last sentence, Sirin fell silent.
The sentence was short, but the obsession it contained was moving, making people wonder what reason could make an old man with unclear memories have such a strong desire.
"I'm sure this is going to be quite troublesome."
However, they could only choose to go back layer by layer into Old John's past to find the reason he wanted to the moon, or simply help him implant the wish to become an astronaut and go to the moon when he was a child.
"We need to enter your childhood, but such a long time cannot be covered by a single memory jump."
"Do you have any memory fragments that would allow us to return to your previous memories?"
"Memory fragments..."
Old John murmured, slowly taking a paper rabbit from the bench, the one with blue ears and a yellow belly.
Afterward, time began to rewind.
After a short section of puzzle-solving, the screen in Sirin's eyes was once again enveloped in white light.
Splish-splash.
Fine raindrops turned into sounds hitting Sirin's eardrums, accompanied by the tranquil background music, bringing a little coolness in the summer.
Still in front of the lighthouse by the cliff, Sirin saw Old John holding an umbrella, sitting sadly in front of the grave. Even the pitter-patter of raindrops on the umbrella was clearly audible.
Although this game was pixelated, the details were quite exquisite.
Then, Old John's low voice slowly sounded.
"It's all over, River."
"I can take care of her every day, just like you."
"...She will never be lonely again."
"Although I may never understand, I will be loyal to your wish."
"Anya must also be... grateful to you."
"But, after I leave this world..."
"...Who will come to look after us?"
At this moment, Watts appeared and walked over.
"...You are?"
"I am just a passing Doctors. Is this your wife here?"
"Yes, her name is River."
"That's a truly unique name."
"Yes, she shouldn't have been buried here."
"Hmm?"
"She... shouldn't have done that."
"You won't understand, even I can't understand her."
Then, seeing that Old John fell silent and was unwilling to say anything more, Sirin left the place.
These few short sentences contained a considerable amount of information.
Who is Anya?
What exactly did River di?
Why would Old John say that?
More fog enveloped the truth of the matter, making everyone increasingly curious about the reasons for everything.
[Sigh, feels like the old plot holes aren't filled, and new questions are popping up]
[Anya, River, Old John, it feels like it's getting more and more complicated]
[It is complicated, but it feels more interesting too. I didn't expect this pixel game to be quite good, it has far exceeded my expectations]
[Miss Pufferfish, hurry up and continue solving the puzzle, I'm anxious!]
[Anxious anxious anxious, I am the Anxious King!]
"Don't rush, I'm almost there~"
While responding to the comments, Sirin controlled her character and quickly found a new memory fragment on the lighthouse.
That platypus doll.
White light flashed, and a new scene immediately arrived.
This time, they arrived at an old room.
This was when River was still around.
The woman with orange hair lying on the bed in Old John's bedroom should be the River that Old John constantly thought about.
The strange platypus doll was placed beside her, and the ground was still covered with paper rabbits.
"So, Old John put the rabbits and platypuses in the basement because he missed his deceased wife too much, and seeing these things would stir up emotions?"
A sad piano piece slowly played, accompanied by a gentle heartbeat, as if telling everyone about River's dwindling life.
Seeing this scene, Sirin's throat inexplicably choked up.
At this moment, John spoke: "It's still enough."
He said to his wife, River, who was lying in bed.
"Even after paying the surgery fee, there's more than enough money left, so... don't worry."
But River closed her eyes, no longer looking at John: "A white lie."
"That's what people call it, right?"
As soon as River finished speaking, John immediately interrupted her: "That's not the case, I'm sure the money is enough!"
"Stop talking."
River reopened her eyes and slowly said: "...I don't want to see you lie, I know the family's financial situation very well, why can't I stick to my ideals?"
"We need this money to pay for your medical expenses, River!"
"I understand Anya is very important to you, but... don't you think you've gone too far?"
"She, she's not even..."
"Do you know what makes me happy, John?"
River suddenly turned her body and looked at her husband by the bed.
"...What?"
"You know, right?"
"..." John fell silent.
Seeing John remain silent for a long time, River seemed to become quite downcast. She lay back down, no longer looking at John, staring into the air, and slowly spoke.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
"I just... hope you can help me with this matter."
"River..." John softly called out his wife's name.
River seemed tired of talking and closed her eyes again.
"After the treatment plan is sent down, I will not sign it."
"As for what our money will be used for, you decide."
"But if you can agree with my ideals, I hope you can use it to build that house, and then, as long as you are there for a day, you can take good care of her."
"Spend more time with her, talk to her, let her live well, I hope she is no longer lonely."
"What about you?" John couldn't help but ask back.
"Happiness... this is where my happiness lies."
After a moment of silence, River suddenly took out a paper rabbit.
"John?"
"Hmm?"
"I made this."
As if presenting a treasure, River handed it to John.
This was exactly the special yellow and blue spliced paper rabbit that Sirin found at the top of the lighthouse.
"Tell me, what is this?" River said expectantly.
"What is it?" John was still confused.
"I want you to tell me, what is it?"
John could only reply: "It's a rabbit, exactly the same as the other paper rabbits you folded."
"And?"
"Hmm... it's made of paper."
"And?"
"Its body is yellow, and the other parts are blue."
"Exactly, anything else?"
River seemed to become quite excited, she eagerly questioned her husband.
However, John could no longer see any more special features of this rabbit.
So, he could only change the subject.
He casually placed the paper rabbit on the floor and walked to the piano.
"Let's look at this first, River."
"I composed a piece of music, written for you."
"That's good."
River's previously excited mood cooled down.
"Well, do you want to hear it?"
"Okay~"
Not wanting to dampen her husband's spirits, River's tone softened.
"The name of this piece is, for river."
"Why is it so cheesy?"
"Hmm... well."
John was a little embarrassed and slowly explained: "Just think of it as a placeholder."