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On the train back, the atmosphere was no longer as heavy as it had been on the way there.

Shio's small body was curled up in Tomoya's arms, sleeping soundly.

Tomoya lowered his head, looking at the sleeping face that bore a striking resemblance to Nagisa's. The ice that had been frozen in his heart for five years was slowly melting away.

He reached out, his movements awkward, and gently stroked his daughter's soft hair.

This is a completely new feeling.

A sense of responsibility called fatherhood, mixed with belated love, slowly fermented in his chest.

The train made a brief stop at a small station.

Through the train window, Tomoya saw an old toy store next to the platform.

In the shop window, there was a somewhat outdated robot model.

His heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.

It was almost subconscious.

He picked up the sleeping tide and got off the train.

Welcome!

The elderly toy store owner looked up and gave a kind smile.

Tomoya pointed to the robot in the shop window.

"I want that one."

He handed the slightly worn-out robot to Xi Shi, who had just woken up and was still a little groggy.

The little girl's eyes lit up instantly.

It was a pure joy, free from any impurities.

She carefully took the toy and hugged it tightly in her arms, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"Thank you, Dad."

She said in a low voice.

That "Dad" came out so naturally, so naturally.

Tomoya's heart was completely melted.

He crouched down and, for the first time, looked his daughter in the eye.

Do you like it?

"Um!"

tide nodded vigorously, her face beaming with an unprecedentedly radiant smile.

"I love it the most!"

Because this was the first gift her father had given her.

......

The last leg of the journey requires walking.

Without warning, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Soon, it turned into a blizzard with snow falling all over the sky.

Tomoya's heart sank suddenly.

This scene is all too familiar.

Five years ago, on a snowy day just like this, he lost Nagisa forever.

He instinctively hugged tide tighter and quickened his pace.

"Dad, look, it's snowing."

tide was very happy. She stretched out her little hand, wanting to catch the falling snowflakes.

Just then, she slipped, and the robot toy in her arms fell out of her hands and rolled into the snowdrift by the roadside.

"Ah! My robot!"

tide cried out in surprise and was about to run over to pick it up.

"Don't move!"

Tomoya grabbed her.

"I'll go get it, you wait here for me."

He settled tide under the eaves of a shed by the roadside to shelter her from the snow, told her not to wander off, and then turned and walked toward the snowdrift.

But when he finally dug the toy out of the snow and turned around...

There was no one under the eaves.

A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

"Shi!"

He ran like a madman, following the tiny footprints, back the way he came.

He finally found tide at the place where he had lost his toy.

The little body was curled up in the snow, shivering from the cold, and its little face was burning red.

She has a high fever.

......

"Hang in there, tide! We'll be home soon!"

With his burning-hot daughter in his arms, Tomoya ran frantically through the knee-deep snow.

The wind and snow blurred his vision.

The cold numbed his limbs.

But he dared not stop.

He can't stop.

The despair of five years ago, like a nightmare, gripped his heart tightly.

He can't afford to lose it again.

tide, nestled in his arms, was breathing increasingly faintly.

She groggily opened her eyes and looked at her anxious father.

"dad."

"I'm here, tide, Daddy's here."

Tomoya choked with sobs.

Where are we going?

"Let's go home, let's go home."

"Where to go next?"

"Wherever you want to go, Dad will take you."

A faint smile appeared on tide's face.

"Really? That's great."

"Then I want to go to the flower field again."

"Okay, we'll go after the snow stops."

Tomoya could no longer hold back his tears, which fell in large drops.

"dad."

tide's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"I love my dad the most."

After saying this, her small hand fell limply to her side.

In Tomoya's arms, her body slowly lost its last warmth.

world.

Once again, it turned into silent black and white.

......

At this moment, the real world exists outside the screen.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the despairing scene on the screen, unable to believe their eyes.

In the previous episode, they had just shed tears of emotion in a sea of ​​flowers.

Just a moment ago, they were relieved that the father-daughter relationship had been thawed.

next second.

Su Bai used the cruelest method to uproot this budding warmth.

If Nagisa's death was an expression of anger, sorrow, and lingering resentment...

Therefore, all that remained of tide's death was pure, boundless nothingness and despair.

"Double kill".

A boy in the dormitory blankly uttered two words.

"He actually got a double kill!"

No one responded.

The only sound in the room was the gasping for air.

Social networks, after a brief period of paralysis, were met with an explosive outrage.

I give up, you old bastard Su, you win.

This isn't just depressing, it's psychological abuse! Pure psychological abuse!

[They gave someone hope, then crushed it in an instant. Is there anything more vicious than this?]

[I've reported it! It must be reported! This kind of inhumane creation should not exist!]

The official website for the healing animation was once again flooded with angry comments.

It was a message filled with despair.

Even some mainstream media outlets have started to get involved.

An article titled "Where are the Boundaries of Art? The Ethical Dilemma of Commentary" quickly became a trending topic.

The article sharply questions whether inflicting such cruel psychological damage on the audience in pursuit of so-called artistic depth has crossed the ethical bottom line of creative work.

Su Bai, and his healing animations, have been thrust into the eye of a storm of online criticism.

This was the darkest moment of his career.

......

Healing Animation Company.

The screening room was deathly silent.

No one spoke; the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

Everyone was drained of all their energy by that last snow scene.

Only the sound of keyboard typing was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Shen Qingyue stared blankly at the computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

She neither cried nor was she angry.

Her eyes were clear and firm.

Because she understood.

At the moment tide collapsed, she finally understood everything Su Bai wanted to express.

A few minutes later.

She stopped what she was doing and clicked send.

A comment titled "Because Clannad is life" appeared on the anime's official forum.

The article offered no explanation or attempt to whitewash the situation.

Simply and calmly, one scene from the animation corresponds to one scene from real life.

"Su Bai is not writing a sad story; he is simply presenting all the possibilities of life to you in a naked way."

"The reason we are in pain is not because Su Bai is cruel, but because we see in Tomoya our true selves, who are equally powerless in reality."

"What we fear is not the deaths of Nagisa and Ushio, but the fact that everything we cherish will be taken away by fate in a sudden moment, just like that heavy snow."

"This is life. There are encounters, there are partings, there is laughter, there are tears, there is happiness, and there are regrets that can never be made up for."

"And Su Bai was simply the brave one who told you all of this."

This article was widely shared and became a trending topic.

Ultimately, the article was reprinted in full by the official WeChat account of the Chinese Communist Party.

Because Clannad is life.

Public opinion has begun to subtly shift.

Su Bai stood by the window, looking at the article that was trending on his phone, and then glanced at the girl who was still typing away not far away.

A smile of approval curved at the corners of his mouth.