Unnamed goodness.

# Strong Light Creator Molding Mission

In the shadow of time. Unnamed goodness.

The sound of rain hitting the zinc roof rhythmically against the silence inside the room, sitting in a dark corner, the light from the television screen that was projecting an interview with the female doctor who inspired the whole country was just one source of light in a room full of the vibe of the past.

On the screen...The woman doctor was recounting the youthful incident with sparkling woven eyes, "I only remember the heat vapor of the flame, and the hard but firm palm of a man who pulled me out of my death. He didn't tell me his name. There wasn't even a greeting...He just left me in a safe place and disappeared into the shadows. "

She paused for a moment, before smiling out: "Today, I still search everywhere for him to say thank you...Even I know he probably doesn't want it at all. "

Nope looked at the image through a slightly blurry iris. The hand that used to rest on the lap moved slightly, as if to reach to touch the screen, but instead he slowly lowered his hand, putting it on the original void.

Memories go back to that night, the night he was wearing a rescue suit drenched in sweat and blood, the girl's screams were still embedded in the nerve shadow, it wasn't a bitter memory for him, it was a key piece of "evidence" that confirmed he had been part of someone else's life, even for a fraction of a second.

He didn't immediately turn off the television as he always did. He sat and watched her talk until the end. The show cut into a chaotic commercial. Flashed up, stood slowly, stepped to an old wardrobe, took out a well-folded rescue suit. The stale smell of time hit his nose. It wasn't the smell of death, it was the smell of "living."

"The unnamed goodness is like the wind that blows through the treetops, and we do not see it, but it shakes the leaves and makes the tree know that it still has breath..."

Nong looked back at the empty screen. His shadow on the mirror looked distant and faded. If he walked to appear before her today, what would happen? Would he be the hero she craved, or would he become the "reality" that came to destroy the magnificent imagination that had nurtured her life for decades?

The old man walked to the window, opened it, received the cold vapor of the rain that had just sailed down. The whole city was asleep. Each light in the darkness had a secret hidden. He picked up a piece of paper. He didn't write anything down. He just held it in his hands tight.

He didn't turn off the television with a sense of euphoria alone, but turned it off with some "stranded" feeling in his mind; something he wasn't sure should demystify or let it last like this forever.

If he had done well for hope, he would have won a long time ago, but since he did well without hope, what is the real reward? Is the smile of the girl on the screen, or is the silence he is facing in this room?

The old man collapsed, sat on the same wooden chair. Put that empty piece of paper next to the teacup. He pounded out to the flickering lights outside. Tonight...Is he just an old man sitting in a dark room, or a man holding the heart of goodness that the world will never see?

Nop took a cold cup of tea, sipped it, his eyes fixed on the darkness in front...That piece of paper is still empty, as is his name that no one remembers.