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Chapter 962 Chapter 960 "In your eyes."

The white hair fluttered in the bitter cold wind, like fine snow gradually melting.

In her last look—the Don—sees spring at last.

……But,
why?

Why can't even she survive?Why in order to preserve the history of mankind...why does even an old lady have to die in such pain?

He choked and hugged her headless corpse, weeping uncontrollably.At that moment...he finally understood how much human beings had to pay in order to preserve an era.

Since then, he has donned a mask.

Leaders don't need to show emotion.Everyone he cares about may become a prop for the enemy to threaten him.

So—if the leader is cold and cold, and becomes a cold stone statue that people praise, no one will be hurt by him.

One person after another walked by, and it was the alternation of one torch after another.

Over the bones of the predecessors, fell in the fire in obscurity.

Tang has been standing between the bones, bearing a load that can crush the spine, chanting their names, and carrying the stories of their lives.

—until the dawn is seen.

Ms. Su Lixian's research is progressing very quickly. She has a fellow doctor named "Lin Yuzi". Under their leadership, a special drug without side effects has begun to take shape.

One night, Su Shize stood in front of Tang's room.

Inside the door, Tang leaned on the chair, tilted his head, his right hand still kept writing, and there were hundreds of march records in front of him.He was wearing a mask and his eyes were closed, as if he had suddenly fallen asleep while writing.

Until Su Shize walked in and covered him with a quilt.Tang opened his eyes and continued to write tomorrow's military arrangements.

"Don. You've been wearing the mask for too long." Su Shize looked at him.

Moonlight spilled from the window, outlining Tang's sharp black mask.This mask is a ghost mask with ferocious horns, in order to deter those who are not convinced.

Tang's pen tip paused.

"It's been a long time since I saw your face, can you take off the mask and show it to me?" Su Shize said.

Tang hesitated, and took off the mask.

Su Shize stared at Tang for a long time.

As the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, Tang was young.His face still bears the sluggishness of a young man, and his eyebrows are still determined, but these emotions will be hidden under the mask of evil spirits, and no one will see them.

——He seems to have become a symbol of coldness.Or a flag.As for how shaken and painful his heart will be, no one can touch it.

It does not matter.

For a lighthouse, people only care about whether its light is bright and whether its base is strong enough, and they don't care about whether it feels pain.

Su Shize stared at Tang like this for a long time, tracing his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, as if he wanted to completely engrave this face that he would never show in front of others completely in his mind.Only then did Tang realize in a daze that he had a human face instead of a cold mask.

He couldn't understand what Su Shize was looking at until he also met Su Shize's eyes.

In Su Shize's eyes, Tang saw many things.

He thought he must be hallucinating—otherwise, how could he see so many clear images concentrated in one person's pupils?

——Flying white birds, blooming flowers, meaningful poems and paintings.

Too beautiful.

Makes you want to cry.

He moved his eyes slightly and saw rows of photos on the cabinet—they were people who were very familiar with him in the early days of the war, and he kept their images.

Otis, Lawson, Michelia, Martha...

"Do you want to continue?" Su Shize moved a chair and sat down with his back facing him.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two were very long.

"Ah."

"A special drug with no side effects will come out soon, and by then, everyone will remember history..."

"Ah."

"But that's not enough. The gods can erase our history, and they can erase the second time. We still have to fight until the holy allies no longer exist, until humans no longer submit to the gods, until... the gods take back their orders. "

"Ah."

"The road is difficult and long, Tang. The road is long and difficult..."

"Yes."

"However, I know that you will continue. On the day of success - I want to go to your hometown with you to see the white morning flowers. I remember you said that your hometown is full of beautiful morning flowers. , if you can find a white flower during the New Year, you will be safe and happy for the rest of your life.”

"……it is good."

"At that time, let's pick off the white Chaoyan flowers for everyone and put them in front of everyone's graves."

"Will do."

"Don. Actually, I really hope that one day, my grandpa, grandma, father, and mother all left in this war."

"I can't live up to their wish before they left, I can't help but walk into the spring..." Su Shize's voice became lower and lower.

"..."

When Tang turned around, he realized that Su Shize had fallen asleep.The moonlight shone on his somewhat vicissitudes of face, and their brows and eyes were similarly tired.

With the chairs facing each other, it was difficult for Tang to touch Su Shize with his backhand.So he just looked back, without touching, for a long time, until the moonlight passed, and a ray of morning light lit up from the distant mountains.

It is close to the border of Longcheng, and there are many mountains.

The thermos cup soaked with goji berries on the table was still hot. Tang opened the lid, looked at the hot air, and drank it all in one gulp.

There was a faint pain in his throat, and he realized that the glass of water was very hot.His five senses are already quite blurred, even the temperature of the water is hard to distinguish.It has been too long for him to carry the emotions and memories of 44 people. No fire passer has lived for such a long time before.He clearly felt that his physical condition was getting worse, and it was difficult for him to even walk steadily.

"..."

He looked at Su Shize, only a hazy circle of moonlight could be seen in his vision.

It was as if everything had turned into moonlight.

He walked to an insulated cabinet and took out a white chamomile flower inside—this was the chamomile flower he left behind when the war spread to his hometown before it was destroyed.

He didn't tell Su Shize a cruel truth - his hometown had been destroyed long ago, destroyed by the flames of war they started - and there would be no more white morning flowers.

He put the last white Chaoyan flower on Su Shize's left breast pocket, and fastened it with a "click" of the medal, as if he had handed over something.He breathed a sigh of relief, his brows and eyes relaxed.

And then, in this war-torn land, in this room full of lists of the dead, in this soft moonlight—

Tang slowly revealed a quiet and soft smile.

It was exactly the same as his grandmother Martha's smile.

It's like moonlight.

……

The flowers are so beautiful.

...Go and see for me.

……

【No.46 link the fire · Shize Su】

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The leader of the Human Self-Salvation League died silently one morning.

An ordinary morning.

The wild geese passing by the Guanshan outside the window, the snow is falling, the thermos cup is still steaming, the march record on the table is still in the half-written part, and a few drops of ink flow out from the tip of the pen, making people feel that Tang will pick up the pen and write it down. finish writing.

There are also a few photographs hanging on the wall from earlier trips with his grandmother Martha.Among the morning flowers in the gardens of the town, the old lady and the young man held hands and walked towards the sunny direction, as if he would continue to walk.

...but he did die.

Whether it was the excessive leadership pressure or the mental burden that was enough to crush the body, he was unable to open his eyes again.

When he saw Tang lying on the table, who seemed to be sleeping, Su Shize felt nothing in his heart, and his eyes were so dry that he didn't even have a tear.

He knew that this day would come sooner or later, and after Tang died, he would be the one who took over the fire.

Su Shize took over the memories and emotions of the first 45 people.

According to Tang's request before his death, Su Shize did not disclose this matter to anyone.He buried Tang quietly, in the garden of the backyard, surrounded by morning flowers, and no one saw the funeral.No one knows the day of his death for the leader who is well-known all over the world.

For a person who was as soft as before, all that remains after death is a cold tombstone without words, and a white morning flower that is about to wither.Su Shize tried to talk to him, but Tang would not respond to him anymore.

Su Shize patted the tombstone, just like he patted Tang on the shoulder that day, expressing that he would always stand by his best friend's side...it is the same now.

Those who longed to see spring still died halfway.

Su Shize calmed down and strengthened himself.

The moment you touch the white morning flower, it is this moment.

Su Shize's breathing stopped for a moment.

After that, his eyes, who were so dry that he didn't have a single tear, suddenly turned red.Tears rolled down suddenly, as if falling from an empty heart.He gritted his teeth, trembling all over, and could hardly speak a word.

"..."

On the petals, three lines of small characters are engraved.

……

[Don't be sad because I didn't make it to spring. 】

[Actually, I have seen spring a long time ago. 】

【——In your eyes. (In your eyes)】

……

Wild geese fly south, and Guanshan is drenched in snow.

Su Shize returned to the room and picked up the ghost mask on the table.

He looks in the mirror.

——Slowly, he buckled it on his face.

"... Su Shize." Su Shize stood in the empty room, practicing his voice repeatedly.

"……spring."

"... flowers."

"……Love."

He kept chanting various words and adjusted his voice until it was equal to Tang's voice.

The leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance cannot die, and countless people need this "lighthouse".

So, "Don" will not die.

His fingers pressed against the edge of the mask, completely covering his face.He put on Tang's clothes and cut off his temple hair with a pair of scissors.He used Tang's voice, imitating his accent and small movements.

——The ideals you have not practiced, I will practice them.

——Tomorrow, which you have not realized, will be created by me.

Everything about you is inherited by me.

The cold moonlight of that night has passed away, and he is still getting old day by day, but Tang stays at his youngest forever. The time of that idealistic young man is frozen and will not go any further.

Su Shize recited ancient songs and poems, so that he could step forward firmly, open the door, and face thousands of expectant sights.

then,

As the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, as the deputy director of the City Protection Department——

Standing on a high platform, open your arms, open your mouth, and shout——

——You have to hold high the torch of civilization in your hands and march against the wind.

——You have to hold high the stars of history in your hands and go upstream.

Even if its fiery tongue will lick your hands, your body, and every flesh and blood in your body, it will burn you to death.

It flows in your blood, keeps flowing, until it flows to the next fire bearer, to every fire bearer——

Then gather into the sea,
Converging into the birth of the dawn.

……

From today--

You are my [Vest].

I am everything to you.

……

In fact, I have already seen spring,

in your eyes.

……

【No.47 link the fire · Lixian Su】

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No.40 Seven paintings, the woman with black hair and shawl is holding a blue glass bottle, smiling and standing under the flowers and trees.

The flowering trees were lush, with wintersweet-like blossoms dotted between the leaves, and pale roses crawled across the walls.

She sat in front of the harp, singing softly.

"The spark... the spark that once hid itself in the ebb tide of Baghdad..."

"Should I sing about the blood of revolutionaries?"

"Let the tyrant stop poisoning living beings in the future?"

"Shall I explore the savage tracks,"

"So that our days and our minds may be civilized?"

"Why are you... so silent...?"

Until a brown-haired woman walked up to her and said softly, "Li Xian. The battle line is retreating. In order to ensure the safety of the special medicine, we have to escape with the special medicine."

Su Li stopped playing the stringed piano first, and smiled slightly: "Then let's go, Yuzi."

When Su Shize passed away, the fire was handed over to Zu Lixian.She is the most famous mystic in the world.Lin Yuzi is her doctor companion.

The soldiers escorted the two of them out of the institute.Su Lixian has always carried the memories of the former 46 people. In order to preserve herself, she would practice painting and chords with Lin Yuzi in her free time, and use her love to always remember who she is. She survived longer than Tang and Su Shize. The miracle drug was born.

The research institute is full of her paintings and flowers, and there is also a qin that Lin Yuzi gave her, but unfortunately, there is no way to bring it.

"Okja, we're going into spring, aren't we?"

On the way to escape, Su Li sat in the back seat first and held Lin Yuzi's hand tightly.She smiled slightly, as bright as a flower.Her appearance is still young, her eyebrows are curved, and her love for the world is the best beauty technique.

"of course."

Lin Yuzi held her hand tightly.

"My child... Su Wensheng. The moment I took the glass bottle, I knew that I would never be able to get close to him, or even communicate with him in this life." Su Lixian said in a low voice: "Otherwise, the Holy League will Doubt, he became the next fire spreader. Only if I never meet him, he is the safest."

"Although it was to protect him, this is the most regrettable thing in my life."

"I am... an unqualified mother."

She opened the interlayer of the necklace, and there was a picture of a little boy inside.She held up the necklace and kissed it slowly.

"You are a qualified hero." Lin Yuzi hugged her: "I also miss my family Yi Zhongyu, he is only ten years old..."

On the fleeing car, the most famous mystic in the world held a glass bottle as bright as a star, and slowly embraced her best friend.They talked about their nostalgia and reluctance for their children, holding the fire in their hands, trying to defeat the supreme with the small.

They carry the same heat, the same light weight, and the same burning.bear the same consequences.

"Grow up, grow up..."

In the splendid flower garden facing the wind, the vehicle sped past, leaving all the fights and pursuits behind.

Zurich's singing floats like a free bird.

"My child."

"You have to grow up to be a person you can be proud of."

"You will grow up to be a free man."

"Shout out to Shiratori, you've grown into a fine person..."

"Son, boy, please don't be gone forever, please don't be gone forever."

"I can't live up to their wishes before they left, I can't help but walk into the spring..."

……

"Mom wants to see you grow up..."

"Grow up, grow up."

"Link the fire."

She smiled, her voice choked with sobs.

……

"For her... let's walk into the spring."

……

(End of this chapter)