Black Moonlight's vest fell again

That night, Jiang Yun fell asleep with a high fever.

He seems to have returned to the year when he was four years old.

Jiang Yun wandered quietly in her dream, looking at the three of herself.

He has two four-year-olds and three lives.

The first four years old, the first period of life.

2008 AD.

He is the sole heir of the Jiang family. He was kidnapped by the Jiang family's political enemies and taken to a barren hill. When he escaped privately, he fell into a terrifying torrent of time.

That torrent was like a washing machine of fate, rolling and shaking, washing away the past from him, and throwing him to a place of despair 3000 years later, a planet used to pile up garbage.

5025 AD.

He was adopted by the old man, and then the old man died.

The old man had a blind adopted daughter, and he and the blind girl struggled to survive.

Years later, he died on Junkstar and was buried deep down.

Chemically polluted radioactive waste covered his body, swollen and broken fingers crawled with cold worms.

Second life.

6022 AD.

He died, he lived again; thanks to radioactive waste, his body does not rot.

Thousands of years after his death, he was rescued by a small army of human rebels during the earthquake on Garbage Star, and "life" was implanted in him.

It is said to be life, but it is nothing more than using technological means to restore the body's functioning.

He maintains his consciousness with a chip in the back of his head.

This life has a price, he became the dead soldier of the human uprising army.

The chip behind his head will detonate his own head at a certain moment.

At that time, the struggle between the human rebel army and the mastermind was at the most stalemate stage, and the human dead carried the hope of all mankind.

He lives to die; the meaning of his life lies in the value of death.

They say that death is not the opposite of life, but exists forever as a part of life.

But he was still afraid of death.

And once more he beheld the dreadful flood of time.

This time, he jumped in without hesitation.

Then... He was trapped in the torrent of time and space, drifting endlessly.

How long has it been?For thousands of years?Or tens of thousands of years?

In the torrent of time and space, he was engulfed in it, and the most core place was stagnant.

The end of time is stagnation.

Until a pair of pitch-black eyes appeared.

"Get out!" she said.

is her".

Jiang Yun watched everything coldly in her dream, not knowing why she insisted on believing that piece of data, or spirit, or some other form of life—it has no body after all—is "she".

Those dark eyes were just his imagination.

Probably because he once fanatically admired a certain great leader in history.

When he was a dead soldier in the human uprising army, the chief often told him the glorious deeds of this great leader who sacrificed his life for his people.

The picture of the great leader hangs in the very center of the highest auditorium.

is her!

Jiang Yun immediately recognized that this great leader who died 1000 years ago was the blind child back then.

Her eyes were healed, dark and flickering with fire.

The great leader who sacrificed himself for his people has become his spiritual sustenance.

It is also possible that he has some kind of secret expectation in his heart: since he can meet the favor of time and escape the fate of death, then maybe she can too.

Just like that, Jiang Yun was grabbed by "she" from the torrent of time and space, and following a certain earth-shattering explosion, the torrent of time and space broke a big hole, he was squeezed out all of a sudden, and fell hard to the ground.

He returned to his childhood, with small hands and feet, and turned into a four-year-old.

The second is four years old, the third life.

2008 AD.

Jiang Yun returned to the ancient earth.

Oddly enough, it happened to be back to the time when he was kidnapped.

The huge explosion cut off half of the mountain, and none of the robbers survived.

He was retrieved by his grandfather, and returned to the established track of his original life. As the heir of the Jiang family, he grew up smoothly.

But he wasn't really four years old.

He knew that the opportunity of this explosion allowed him to escape from the turbulence of time and space, so "she" would do the same.

Jiang Yun stared at herself in her dream.

He is looking for her.

Why?Jiang Yun asked about her dream.

Why are you looking for "her"?
Because of some unexplainable thoughts.dream said.

Meng asked: Do you love "her"?
Jiang Yun was silent.

He has fallen in love with someone.

This person may or may not be related to "her".

But the relationship doesn't matter.

Because what he loves is the person himself, not "her", nor because of "her".

Meng is angry: you once said that 'she' is the moonlight in your life.

Jiang Yun lowered her head and looked at the dream.

"She" will always be the moonlight in my life.Jiang Yun said.

However, this is not love.

He used to think that love happened in admiration, gratitude, or some inexplicable common destiny.

But actually...

Love is just a human instinct.

As long as a person can breathe and has life, he can love.

Love doesn't need anything.

At this moment, the dream collapsed piece by piece, and the colorful colors were twisted together, and finally twisted into eternal black.Jiang Yun watched as she fell into it and was obliterated by the blackness.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Jiang Yun woke up.

He was still in the hotel at 23:[-] in the morning.His face was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and there was a dull pain in the back of his head where the dead man's chip was installed.

There was silence in the hotel room, and the night seemed to swallow all sound.

Jiang Yun struggled to hold up half of her body, the black collar slipped out of the large black T-shirt, and a small ball fell out.

He touched the small ball hanging around his neck, feeling at ease.

Then he stretched out his hand, and took out two white slender pills with ease, and swallowed them with cold water.

……

The guests invited to the Ship King's birthday banquet were properly arranged for accommodation by the Ship King's family.

A total of 13 distinguished guests who were personally invited by the ship king were invited to live in the ship king's old house.

There were originally 12 people, but the ship tycoon added another invitation on a whim.

Give it to a girl who has just turned [-], a rookie who has been in the limelight recently on Hong Kong Island——

Rong Zhi.

"Xia Sheng, did you invite such a young girl to look after Zheng Rong?" The person who spoke was Ms. Huo, an old friend of the Ship King's business.

The two have known each other for 45 years, and they have an appointment for breakfast together, and they have no scruples about talking.

Xia Huang heard that there was not much expression on the wrinkled old face.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt, which was buttoned up meticulously, and said flatly: "Zheng Rong is not worthy of others."

This sentence aroused Ms. Huo's interest.

"According to what you mean, you actually recognize this girl's talent? You want to recruit her for Zheng Rong?"

Xia Huangzhong cut the fresh sausage on the table with a knife, and the red oil squeaked out like blood.

"That girl named Rong Zhi recently pulled Xia Zhengrong into doing a lot of interesting things." The ship lord ignored the word "for Zhengrong" and answered irrelevantly.