第551章:尾声5-永恒和尾声(完成)...不能上传文件到云？.2
于重赫一言不发地盯着韩素英。这样过了多久？他平静地把目光移到窗外。
Han Su-Yeong's voice began trembling. "You… You couldn't have…."
韩素英的声音开始颤抖，“你......你不会......”
"Do you believe that I should've written it?"
“你认为我应该写这本书吗?”
"What dogsh*t are you talking about, you bastard?! Obviously you….!"
“你在说什么狗屁，你这个混蛋?!显然你...!”
"Do you believe that it's reasonable to write our wish that didn't come true as the novel's conclusion?" He looked at Han Su-Yeong's expression hardening up in an instant and continued on. "Han Su-Yeong. No matter how hard we try, this story is different from the lives we had lived."
“你认为把我们的愿望写成小说的结尾是合理的吗?”他看着韩素英的表情一下子硬了起来，继续说下去。「韩素妍。无论我们多么努力，这个故事都不同于我们过去的生活。”
"….You, you think I don't know that…."
“...你，你以为我不知道...”
Indeed, she also knew. Rather, she knew it better than anyone out there.
事实上，她也知道，相反，她比任何人都更清楚这一点。
She kept feeling this sense of separation with every sentence being written. No matter how precise the words she wrote were, no matter how painstakingly considered each expression she came up with was - it was still impossible to fully capture the history they remembered and to fully reproduce Kim Dok-Ja who used to live in this world within the story's pages.
每写一个句子，她都有一种分离的感觉。无论她的文字写得多么精确，无论她如何煞费苦心地考虑每一个表情——仍然不可能完全记住他们记忆中的历史，也不可能在故事的页面中完全重现金道子(KimDok-Ja)曾经生活在这个世界上。
"It's not as if I didn't give it a shot. I utilised the Fable that I still remembered and tried to write the final episode, just like how you did. However…."
“并不是说我没有尝试过。我利用了我仍然记得的寓言，并试图写下最后一集，就像你是怎么做到的一样。然而......”
In order to recreate Kim Dok-Ja, the Fables of the companions had gathered. One piece, two pieces… The sentences they remembered were piled up to become the imaginary 'Kim Dok-Ja'.
为了重现金道子，同伴们收集了各种寓言故事。一首曲子，两首曲子......他们记住的句子堆积起来，变成了想象中的“金道子”。
⸢….You wish to hear what my boy was like when he was young?⸥ ⸢The 'Dok-Ja' ahjussi that I remember was….⸥ ⸢I'm telling you, hyung really did that! For real!⸥
你想知道我儿子小时候的样子吗？我记得的‘Dok-Ja’大叔是......我告诉你，hyung真的做到了！真的！
One percent of Kim Dok-Ja, then two percent…
金道子百分之一，然后百分之二..。
Many people still remembered him, and Kim Dok-Ja as gathered in that manner could potentially have ended up as the 99 percent.
许多人仍然记得他，金道子以这种方式聚集在一起，很可能最终成为99%。
"Even if Kim Dok-Ja came back to us alive through the story we have crafted, do you truly believe that he will be the real Kim Dok-Ja?"
“即使金道子通过我们编造的故事活着回到我们身边，你真的相信他会是真正的金道子吗?”
That remaining one percent of Kim Dok-Ja they couldn't remember.
剩下的百分之一的金道子他们不记得了。
That Kim Dok-Ja none of them could remember, where would he be left behind in this universe, then?
金道子没有一个人记得，那么在这个宇宙中，他会被留在哪里呢？
"Even before his soul scattered, Kim Dok-Ja was the 'Most Ancient Dream'. Haven't you ever thought about how strange it was? Why didn't that fool ever dream of his own happiness?"
“甚至在他的灵魂分崩离析之前，金道子就是‘最古老的梦’。你没想过这有多奇怪吗？那个傻瓜为什么从来不梦想自己的幸福呢?”
Han Su-Yeong shot back in near hysteria. "….Even if he is the 'Most Ancient Dream', you can't just imagine a world the way you want. Most of the dreaming itself is done subconsciously!!"
韩素英近乎歇斯底里地反击道...即使他是‘最古老的梦’，你也不能想象一个你想要的世界。大部分梦境本身都是下意识的!”
"In that case, Kim Dok-Ja's subconsciousness must've thought that this conclusion is the right one."
“在这种情况下，金道子的潜意识一定认为这个结论是正确的。”
An existence who had never imagined his own happiness. The 'Kim Dok-Ja' they knew was such a person.
一个从未想象过自己幸福的存在，他们认识的“金道子”就是这样一个人。
"I also know that! I knew that Kim Dok-Ja was such a person… Why do you think I started writing this story in the first place? Why, why I have…."
“我也知道！我知道金道子就是这样一个人......你认为我为什么要开始写这个故事？为什么，为什么我有......”
Drops of something wet were falling onto the backs of her feet. She wanted to say something, anything. To shout out, to grab hold onto Yu Jung-Hyeok's neck and choke him, shake him around. However, she couldn't.
湿漉漉的东西滴落在她的脚背上。她想说点什么，什么都行。大声喊叫，抓住余正赫的脖子，掐住他的脖子，摇晃他。然而，她做不到。
A voice mixed with indescribable fatigue entered her ears.
一种难以形容的疲惫的声音进入了她的耳朵。
"In order to save someone…."
“为了救人......”
Han Su-Yeong raised her head at Yu Jung-Hyeok's voice fleeting past.
韩素英抬起头，看着余正赫的声音飞逝而过。
"Because of your story, I was able to survive until now."
“因为你的故事，我才能活到现在。”
She glared at him with her reddened, tearful eyes. "That's not something I wanted to hear from a bastard like you."
她眼睛红红的，泪汪汪的，瞪着他。“我可不想从你这样的混蛋嘴里听到这种话。”
The distant view of the Industrial Complex could be seen.
可以看到工业综合体的远景。
That was their home. A place where every member of <Kim Dok-Ja Company> used to live. A place created by someone's seemingly impossible dream.
那是他们的家。金道子公司的每一个成员曾经居住的地方。一个由某人似乎不可能的梦想创造的地方。
Everyone now looked at it.
现在每个人都看着它。
Yu Sang-Ah holding the steering wheel spoke. "….So, that's what happened. Thank you for telling us the story, Jung-Hyeok-ssi."
余相雅握着方向盘说道:“......原来是这样，谢谢你告诉我们这个故事，晶赫师傅。”
No one was crying. No one criticised Yu Jung-Hyeok for his choice. This wasn't because their sorrow had been watered down. No, perhaps they had grown that much stronger.
没有人哭。没有人因为俞正赫的选择而批评他。这并不是因为他们的悲伤被冲淡了。不，也许他们变得更强大了。
It wasn't just Yu Jung-Hyeok alone.
不只是余正赫一个人。
The companions regained enough strength to carry on with their remaining time by writing the story, then reading what had been written all the while praying for a certain someone to read this story with them. The courage not to crumble even when the miracle they dreamed about evaporated right before their eyes.
同伴们恢复了足够的力量，继续他们剩下的时间写下这个故事，然后阅读已经写好的东西，同时祈祷某个人和他们一起读这个故事。即使他们梦想的奇迹就在他们眼前蒸发了，他们也没有崩溃的勇气。
Now, they could carry on knowing that some people were reading their story in the distant, far-flung other side of the universe.
现在，他们可以继续知道，有些人正在遥远的宇宙的另一边阅读他们的故事。
Yi Ji-Hye asked. "….By the way, that novel? Was it popular?"
易智慧问道:“......顺便问一句，那本小说?流行吗?”
"It wasn't bad."
“还不错。”
"You think Dok-Ja ahjussis were enjoying it?"
“你以为大叔很享受吗?”
"Hey, you sooty bastard! Have you seen the reincarnated Dok-Ja-hyung? How was he?"
“嘿，你这个乌黑的混蛋!你见过转世的多子亨吗?他怎么样?”
As if they wanted to ask about everything they were dying to know until now, questions from the companions bombarded Yu Jung-Hyeok next.
好像他们想要问一切他们一直渴望知道的事情，来自同伴的问题接下来轮到了余正赫。
He calmly replied. "I haven't seen any reincarnated Kim Dok-Ja. However…." He looked at Kim Dok-Ja's statue brushing past the vehicle's window and continued on. "….That fool definitely has read the story. I have a hunch."
他平静地回答。“我没有看到任何转世的金道子。然而......”他看着金道子的雕像擦过车窗，继续往前走那个傻瓜肯定读过这个故事。我有预感。”
"Dok-Ja ahjussi must be really irritated about now. Not being able to see the conclusion again…."
“大叔现在一定很恼火，再也看不到结果了......”
How would the Kim Dok-Jas of other world-lines remember this story's conclusion? Han Su-Yeong had no way of knowing. Coming up with a good conclusion was as difficult as making your ex accept the reason why you were breaking up with them.
其他世界各地的金度佳怎么会记得这个故事的结局呢？韩素英没有办法知道。想出一个好的结论和让你的前任接受你和他分手的理由一样困难。
"….Wait, Dok-Ja-ssis from other world-lines aren't going to invade this place, are they?"
“......等一下，来自其他星系的杜家西斯不会侵略这个地方吧?”
That question prompted someone to whisper softly.
这个问题促使有人小声地说。
"That might be nice."
“那也许不错。”
At the end of those words, deep silence descended on the companions. With great timing, Yu Sang-Ah turned on the music right then. Notes from the instruments cascaded like falling raindrops. No one tried to look at each other's faces. That was the only courtesy they could exercise, at least for this moment.
说完这些话，同伴们陷入了深深的沉默。余相娥把握好时机，立刻打开音乐。乐器里的音符像落下的雨滴一样如瀑布般落下。没有人试图看着对方的脸。这是他们唯一能行使的礼节，至少在这个时刻。
Within this weighty tenderness of the moment, Han Su-Yeong's thoughts drifted towards her novel still stored inside her notebook PC.
在这沉重的柔情中，韩素妍的思绪飘向了她的小说，仍然保存在她的笔记本电脑里。
The story without the last chapter.
没有最后一章的故事。
And now, no one would get to read about this novel's conclusion.
现在，没有人会读到这本小说的结尾。
But perhaps, this world sometimes needed a story like that, she mused.
但也许，这个世界有时需要这样的故事，她若有所思地说。
"How about we…. start living in one house again?"
“我们......重新开始同住一间房子怎么样?”
Everyone raised their heads at someone's suggestion.
每个人听了别人的建议都抬起头来。
A realisation was gradually dawning on Han Su-Yeong.
韩素英逐渐认识到这一点。
⸢This was the story that Kim Dok-Ja had given to them.⸥
这是金道子给他们讲的故事
The companions had regained their daily lives, and Yu Jung-Hyeok came home, too.
同伴们恢复了日常生活，于重赫也回家了。
This was the end of <Kim Dok-Ja Company>'s adventures. The conclusion that the person they all loved wished to see had finally been completed.
这就是金道子公司冒险的终点。他们都希望见到的那个人的结论终于完成了。
Han Su-Yeong abruptly shifted her gaze over to Yu Jung-Hyeok. "…Okay, so. Did you get to find out what your ■■ was?"
韩素英突然把目光移到了余正赫身上好吧。你找到你的■是什么了吗?”
"Not yet. However, at this point, I think it no longer matters whether I get to learn it or…."
“还没有。不过，现在我觉得我是否能学会它已经不重要了，还是......”
It was right at that moment a strange sensation suddenly assaulted him.
就在这时，一种奇怪的感觉突然袭击了他。
The sounds of 'Tsu-chuchuchut' could be heard coming from somewhere.
不知从什么地方传来了“楚楚”的声音。
⸢…..⸥
..
A noise wavered within their ears like a faint, distant song. The moment Yu Sang-Ah turned the music off, Biyu's appearance as she sat in the front passenger seat suddenly changed.
一种声音在他们的耳朵里颤动，就像一首微弱的、遥远的歌。于相雅关掉音乐的那一刻，坐在前排副驾驶座上的碧玉的样子突然变了。
[….Bah-aht ]
[...呸-啊 ]
Biyu had morphed back into the figure of a large furball. But that couldn't be possible. Before climbing into the car, she clearly said that the dissolution of the system had paralysed her ability to shapeshift.
碧玉又变回了一个大毛球的形状。但这是不可能的。在上车之前，她清楚地说，系统的解体使她的变形能力瘫痪了。
"Uh "
“嗯?”
The voices coming from the empty air grew clearer and clearer. This was definitely sounds of Fables busy telling their stories.
从空气中传来的声音越来越清晰。这绝对是寓言故事里忙着讲故事的声音。
"….What's going on? The system should still be broken, though?"
“怎么回事?这个体制还是应该被打破吗?”
Han Su-Yeong stared at Yu Jung-Hyeok, but he was looking back at her with the exact same eyes as hers.
韩素英看着余重赫，但是他的眼神和她的一模一样。
[Fable, 'King of a Kingless World', has begun its storytelling once more.]
[寓言《无王世界之王》又开始讲故事了]
Groups of blinding letters were streaming past in the skies outside the vehicle's windows. They were from a Fable the companions knew intimately.
在车窗外的天空中，成群结队令人眼花缭乱的信件如潮水般涌过。它们来自一则伙伴们熟知的寓言。
"Yu Sang-Ah!!"
“余相娥!”
Yu Sang-Ah hurriedly stepped on the accelerator. Meanwhile, Han Su-Yeong answered her phone loudly ringing inside her pocket. The call was from Aileen.
于相娥急忙踩油门。与此同时，韩素妍的口袋里响起了电话铃声。电话是从爱玲打来的。
- Su-Yeong-ssi!! Right now, it….!
-Su-Yeong-ssi!!!现在，它...！
Her voice couldn't be heard properly because of all the noises coming from the surroundings.
由于周围的噪音太大，她的声音听不清楚。
[Fable, 'Predictive Plagiarism', has begun its storytelling once more.]
[寓言，‘预测性剽窃’，再次开始讲故事了。]
Fables that had vanished without a trace along with the system's dissolution were now streaming towards somewhere while following after one another. Every single one of them were stories that had come to an end a long time ago.
那些随着系统的解体而消失得无影无踪的寓言现在一个接一个地流向某个地方。每一个都是很久以前结束的故事。
⸢Is the story really over when the author stops writing it?⸥
当作者停止写作的时候，故事真的结束了吗
Han Su-Yeong looked up at the letters floating around in the skies.
韩素英抬头看着天空中漂浮的字母。
The letters that didn't hold any meaning when existing independently of each other were beginning to find their mates and groups one by one.
独立存在时没有任何意义的字母开始一个接一个地发现它们的配偶和族群。
"….Disconnected film theory?!"
“...断开的电影理论?!”
The companions soon drove into the Complex and hurriedly jumped out of the limousine. Then, they began running. The Fables they had acquired until now, the Fables they had been telling until now, were brushing past their sides.
同伴们很快就开进了大院，匆匆地从轿车里跳了出来。然后，他们开始奔跑。他们到现在才得到的寓言故事，他们一直讲到现在的寓言故事，都从他们身边擦过。
No one knew what the conclusion to this story was.
没有人知道这个故事的结局是什么。
No matter how hard they tried, 'Kim Dok-Ja' would never come back. Even if they did recreate the '99% Kim Dok-Ja', that missing one percent would always be there.
不管他们怎么努力，“金道子”永远不会回来了。即使他们真的重现了“99%的金道子”，那缺失的1%也会一直存在。
But then, what if there was one existence in this entire world that could fill the last void of one percent? One existence, who used to possess the letters subconsciously scattered to the distant universe?
但是，如果在这整个世界上有一个存在可以填补百分之一的最后空白呢？一个曾经拥有信件的存在，在潜意识里散落到遥远的宇宙？
"Su-Yeong-ssi! Over there!"
“苏映西!在那边!”
They could see Yi Seol-Hwa's hospital in the distance. Fables leisurely streaming there guided them. Fables were gathering towards the hospital ward they were all intimately familiar with.
他们可以看到远处李世华的医院。寓言在那里悠闲地流引导着他们。寓言故事聚集在他们熟悉的医院病房里。
[Great Fable, 'Demon World's Spring', has begun its storytelling once more.]
[《伟大寓言》，《魔鬼世界的春天》，再次开始讲故事。]
Han Su-Yeong thought to herself.
韩素妍心想。
If an author didn't write it, then a story's conclusion couldn't be created.
如果不是作者写的，那么一个故事的结局就不可能被创造出来。
[Great Fable, 'Torch that Swallowed the Myth', has begun its storytelling once more.]
[《伟大的寓言》，《吞噬神话的火炬》，又开始讲故事了。]
Even if that was true, however, did that mean those reading the story couldn't imagine the conclusion on their own way? Han Su-Yeong powerfully bit her lip. This story was created by her own hands. But another story she didn't know of was continuing on from the end of her story.
然而，即使这是真的，这是否意味着那些阅读故事的人不能以他们自己的方式想象结局？韩素英有力地咬住了她的嘴唇。这个故事是她亲手创造的。但是另一个她不知道的故事从她故事的结尾一直在继续。
⸢What will happen if the moment of someone's imagination overtaking the author's sentences, comes?⸥
如果某人的想象力超越了作者的句子，会发生什么
As skills and Stigma hadn't returned in full yet, Han Su-Yeong ran out of breath rather quickly. Yu Jung-Hyeok supported her and kept running. Shin Yu-Seung rushing up the stairs tripped and fell. Other companions reached out and helped her up.
由于技术和耻辱还没有完全恢复，韩素英很快就上气不接下气地跑了。于重赫支撑着她，继续跑着。申玉升冲上楼梯时绊了一跤。其他同伴伸手扶她起来。
[Great Fable, 'Season of Light and Darkness', has begun its storytelling once more.] [Great Fable, 'Liberator of the Forgotten Ones', has begun its storytelling once more.]
