Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 183 The Soul Returns Home
Human World-Shencheng
"Hey, He Keming's lantern art is old. It's rare to see authentic ones these days, and we can only see them on this Street of Heroes!"

"That's, it's all handed down. Come on a tour, girls, take a look..."

"Yo, Captain He is here!"

On the quaint street where people come and go, the old lady who set up a small bench and small shelf at the door of her house waved her hand and responded with a smile: "Yes, come out to bask in the sun and cut a piece of paper."

"The old Shanghai has a lot of craftsmanship," the woman who spoke introduced to the tourists. "The old man is over a hundred years old. He used to be the head of the frontline women's pioneer group. He often cuts for his comrades in the team. Now he likes to come out to bask in the sun when he is free. Cut out paper from old photos."

He Yuan had an old photo album on her lap, put on reading glasses, and turned to an old photo of Shencheng before the war——

This is the one she looks at most often, and it is a group photo of her and her comrade-in-arms Ming He.

——and the only group photo.

But He Yuan didn't need to look at the photos anymore, she already knew the faces of her comrades just by bowing her head and cutting paper.

She is over a hundred years old, and her eyes are not so good when she wears glasses, so she holds up the paper-cut to look at it in the sun from time to time.

But when he raised his hand this time, there was a person standing in front of him.

The old man was stunned, and slowly put down the paper-cut, but the lifelike face on the paper-cut became real inch by inch under the sunlight. The girl was carrying a big knife, and the military uniform had not changed, standing against the light, like a scene in a dream.

"Little girl..." The old lady stared blankly at Ming He in front of her, her old hands gradually trembled, her eyes under the reading glasses were blurred by tears, and they fell down her cheeks on the old photo album, and she cried because of the long time.

"You...you look a lot like an old friend of mine." She said with trembling lips.

Tianfu - Old Noodle House

"It's still the same mouthful, Jin Dao!"

"Needless to say, the boss's father was the monitor of the cooking class in the past, so there's nothing to say about his skills!"

"Hey, why is the old man here!" The customer was praising, when he suddenly saw the centenarian stepping in, still full of energy, "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here."

Seeing this, the old customer smiled and said, "Old squad leader, are you here to inspect again?"

"That's it," He Lianghong also sat down with a smile, and said to the waiter who came over, "I'll see if the dandan noodles you make are up to standard, don't embarrass me, cut corners and make money!"

"I knew you wanted Dandan noodles a long time ago," the waiter said with a smile to the old master, "I have already prepared yours, I am satisfied!"

After finishing speaking, he served the hot Dandan noodles, He Lianghong looked at the noodles on the table, and when he picked up the chopsticks, someone sat across from him.

He Lianghong was taken aback for a moment, and slowly raised his head to look, only to see the shabby and thin military uniform, the frosted eyebrows and frozen blue lips of a young man.

"Squad leader," the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy looked at him, weeping slowly, "I'm hungry, I want to eat our Dandan noodles."

He Lianghong trembled, dropped the chopsticks in the waiter's puzzled eyes, and burst into tears.

"...Little Four?"

Qinhuai-Sanatorium

"My mother can't hold on for long, but those beasts have been dragging on, without a word of apology!"

"Aunt Sheng, please calm down," the doctor's voice rang out from outside the room, "Grandma Sheng's health is already very bad, she suffered too much back then, and it's all on one thought to think about it now, we..."

In the room, Sheng Baiwan closed her eyes, feeling the pain in her body for several years, the place where her legs were infected by the poisonous gas was still festering, and more invisible wounds on her body were haunting her like a nightmare.

"The scenery along the Qinhuai River is splendid, the girl..."

The familiar sound of the pipa sounded in the memory, gradually overlapping with reality.

Sheng Baiwan suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the girl playing the pipa under the light.

She blinked, tears fell down the corners of her eyes, and her lips trembled: "Sister Yue'e...is it you...?"

"It's me." An Yue'e stopped her hands, and looked at her with gentle eyes, "Sister Wan, I'm back to see you."

"These years..." An Yue'e wiped away her tears and smiled, but the tears couldn't stop, "Thank you for your hard work."

Sheng Baiwan shook her head with tears in her eyes, but nodded again: "Sister Yue'e...I feel bad."

"I'll take the pipa and sing you another song." An Yue'e stroked her forehead, "If you listen to it, we won't feel bad."

Sheng Baiwan nodded slowly, watching her drop her fingers and play the pipa, tears soaked the pillow unknowingly.

Zhongzhou - Monument to Heroes

"I didn't play the trumpet just now. We said it was for the ancestors. How could it be bad?"

In front of the Heroes Monument, the teacher patiently said to the students holding the small military trumpet: "Let's perform it again, and when we go to the cemetery tomorrow, we must show these seniors who defend their homes and the country the appearance of our youth in the new era!"

"Okay!" The children responded in unison.

"Good boy," the teacher smiled gratifyingly, and raised his voice again, "Get ready—"

The sound of the charging horn was one step ahead of her command, the teacher was stunned, and looked up in the direction of the sound of the bugle.

All the children with trumpets also looked. They stood under the national flag and stared at the bugleman who sounded the bugle for a long time.

The military uniforms were burned by the gunfire, and the military flags burned by the gunpowder smoke fluttered in the wind.

The golden trumpet shone brightly, and its high-pitched sound lasted for a long time.

There was a long, long silence in front of the Heroes Monument. The trumpeter slowly put down his trumpet and looked at the group of children wearing red scarves among the seemingly unaware crowd.

Tears welled up in the teacher's eyes unconsciously. She wiped away the tears and suddenly realized something.

Except for them, no one else seemed to notice the bugleman's presence.

"Students," she said, "salute the old man."

The children raised their hands one after another and saluted the young pioneers to the trumpeter. The bugleman looked at them in the sun and raised his hand to salute the moment the white dove flew in front of the hero monument.

The doves of peace fly among the flags, as if building a white bridge between artillery fire and tranquility, it is the encounter and companionship in different time and space.

——It is a watch that has spanned a century.

Gujiang-Central Hospital
"Don't worry, it's all right now, but the old man is getting old, so he must not be as healthy as a young man." After checking the ward, the doctor adjusted the drip speed for the old man, and then said, "After waking up, it's time to make up for it, let's go out first. "

Lu Xunian nodded slowly, and followed the doctor out of the ward. The only sound in the room was the beeping of instruments.

After an unknown amount of time, a pair of hands gently wrapped the old man's old and skinny hands.

Jiang Jin looked at his beloved wife's appearance quietly, and reached out to lift her forehead to let loose hair, just like before.

"Xinlan, I'm back to see you." Jiang Jin said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I've been untrustworthy for so long and haven't protected you well."

Looking at his wife's haggard face, his eyes wet unconsciously, "I'm sorry, Xinlan, I'm sorry..."

Jiang Jin trembled, and buried herself in her arms, suddenly felt someone lightly touching his head, her voice was weak:
"I heard your voice in my dream, and thinking about the strange things before gave me new hope... Is it really you who came back?"

Jiang Jin suddenly raised her head, only to see Tang Xinlan froze suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ah Jin..." Tang Xinlan touched his face with trembling hands, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Jin shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

He smirked: "Glorious."

Tang Xinlan also laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks: "Okay."

"Stop crying, haven't I come back?" Jiang Jin helped her wipe away tears, "There is no kapok now, but if..."

As soon as he said the word "Kapok", a golden light suddenly radiated from his arms. Jiang Jin was stunned for a moment, and took out the little white dove made of paper from his arms.

The little white dove suddenly blinked nimbly, tilted its head towards the two of them, then spread its wings and flew up, casting a pale golden light around the room: green branches and leaves grew, and the petals of the hero flower bloomed with strong curves, welcoming the spring Spread down from the top of the tree.

——In this way, there is hope for spring in the depression season.

"This is... Kapok." Tang Xinlan murmured as she looked at the grand scene in front of her.

[This is what my sister asked me to give you. ]
The child's words echoed in his ears, Jiang Jin frowned and said "thank you" in a low voice.

"Wow! Look! There are so many white birds outside! So beautiful!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation outside, Jiang Jin and Tang Xinlan also looked at the glass, only to see the sky and the universe, and countless white birds soaring.

"This is?" Tang Xinlan looked at Jiang Jin's focused gaze, and her heart moved slightly.

"I'm back home, and my soul returns to my hometown." Jiang Jin looked at the pure white bird and said softly, "I feel at ease when I see the person I want to see."

"By the way," Jiang Jin looked at Tang Xinlan and smiled softly, "I know a few friends, including our children. Let me tell you..."

Ding Dong!

"KP summary: The universe has been decided, congratulations to everyone who has opened up the Ekhi-Daybreak way (human direction)"

The white bird from the human world flew into the border area, flapped its wings and landed on the shoulders of Quan Heng, Mu Jing, and the Mad Hatter.

The three of them closed their eyes slightly to pay tribute, Shiratori nodded, and then flew high in the next moment, heading towards the sky full of stars.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the heroic soul turned into a pure white bird, flew to the nest of the star sea, followed the stars, and the soul settled down in its hometown.

(End of this chapter)