After exhausting myself to death

"I'm sixteen, the same age as you, don't call me a kid."

"How do you know how old I am? Ah, it's not important. Since we are so destined, why not come home with me!"

Sixteen-year-old Mosnian extended his hand enthusiastically, and the young man wearing a mask snorted softly and stood there without evading. However, the palm passed through the young man's body, as if trying to capture a ray of air. Mosnian was stunned, and his face was suddenly full of panic, "Ming Huan, don't die, don't leave."

"Ming Huan——"

Mosnian woke up from his dream, with lingering fear still lingering in his heart. He covered his chest, calmed down for a long time, and spit out a number with a wry smile: "Two hundred and eighty-seven."

This was the 287th time he tried to change everything in his dream, but it ended up with Shen Minghuan disappearing. Then he woke up and still had to face the fact that this person was dead.

This year is the seventeenth year since Shen Minghuan blew up the insect star.

Another seventeen years.

Seventeen years is a long time, enough for him to engrave the memories into his bones and never forget them until life or death.

And once he starts to think about the past, there are too many reasons to regret - just like his two hundred and eighty-seven dreams.

When Shen Minghuan and Shang Chi were running in the heavy rain, he took a peek from afar and was surprised by the familiar feeling.

Now that I think about it, does it look like the back of Mo Hexuan when he learned the truth and ran away from home at the age of fourteen?

He was obviously aware of the other party's weird behavior when he invited him to a birthday party, but he didn't pay attention to it.

The strange words that the man occasionally said, the mask that he never took off, the unexplained look in his eyes...

There were so many doubts, why didn't he discover them earlier?

If he were more careful, if he were more brave, wouldn't everything be different?

Can Shen Minghuan live for a long time?

Mosnian smiled bitterly again.

He never thought that one day his greatest hope for someone would be just to "live".

"Chief Mo, the alliance has issued an order." Someone knocked on the door to remind.

Mosnian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and responded calmly, "Okay, I'll come right away."

In the past seventeen years, all important positions in the league have undergone a major change.

Chairman Xiang Wanyu resigned, and all four major commanders submitted their resignations. Some of the senior military officials who fought alongside Marshal Tang and directly or indirectly harmed Commander Shen still require regular psychological counseling, not to mention Stay at your post.

After the Zerg race was wiped out, the purpose of the army's existence became to be prepared for danger. In order to better adapt to an era without large-scale wars, the personnel were repeatedly reduced and the system was continuously improved.

To this day, there are no longer four major armies, and they are collectively called the Alliance Army.

Although mechas still exist, more will only appear in the battle area on the star network.

There are no mental requirements for applying for military academy and joining the army, just like Shen Minghuan's promise to Shang Chi at the beginning of the story.

The army has only one chief commander.

It's Moss Year.

In fact, he should be called "Commander Mo", but whenever the word "commander" is mentioned, Shen Minghuan will come to mind.

Perhaps to distinguish themselves, or perhaps not wanting to offend the situation, everyone unanimously called him "Chief Mo."

There will probably be "Chief Zhao", "Chief Qian", and "Chief Li" in the future, but there will only be one conductor.

Mosnian was only dazed for a short time, and then he immediately got into work.

Hold meetings, perform tasks, write reports...

He hopes that these busy activities can fill all the spare time in life, so that he can break away from memories and temporarily forget his sadness.

Everyone knows that diligence is not a virtue, it is the poison that Moss Year used to get rid of.

*

Marshal Tang's private square is the most beautiful scenery on the Star Network.

There used to be three meters of dirt piled up here. It was so full of gray-brown garbage that you couldn't even find a place to stay.

However, after just one day, the place took on a completely new look. There were green grass on the ground, romantic flowers in bloom, clouds rolling in the sky when looking up, and a clear blue sky.

I didn’t use any tools, and I didn’t ask StarNet to provide any data help.

They once threw it away with their own hands, and now they should pick it up with their own hands.

Every time you take away an inch, it becomes more and more uncomfortable.

Netizens can't find the location of Shen Minghuan's private square, so this place can bear double the missing.

Even on odd days, there is never a shortage of people paying homage in the square, and it can be expected that even one hundred and seventy years later, countless people will still cry for them.

[I checked a lot of video information. The commander asked the marshal if he would like to return to the alliance. Does this mean that he has a way to survive? What the marshal said in the end was also very strange. The marshal asked the conductor if there was nothing he could do to stop it, and the conductor said yes. What does this block prevent? Does it mean commanding someone to die? 】

This topic has been discussed before, but the final result was so tragic that no one dared to think about it a second time.

It took a long time for someone to reply:

[You’re not old, are you? really envy you. 】

These words may seem strange, but they actually come from the sincerity.

It's not that I envy the other person's young age, but that he was born too late and didn't have time to commit sins.

I didn't have time to participate in the attacks and abuses on the Star Network at that time.

A similarly young student replied:

[I have also specifically studied the conductor’s deeds, so was he forced to death by us at that time? 】

[(Star Network Administrator: Keyword detected, if you need psychological counseling, please contact T34-xxxxxx)]

【? ? What's this? 】

The older man replied bitterly:

[The answer to your question. This reminder was set seventeen years ago, so do you understand? 】

There must be many people who cannot come out, there must be many people who are in great pain because of this incident, and there must be many people who cannot accept the truth and have lost the desire to live.

That's why the alliance has this reminder.

[The key word is the death of the conductor? 】

[No, the key word is that we killed the commander. 】

The post was quiet for a long time, and people kept clicking in. Then it stopped at the end and could no longer move.

After a long while, someone posted another content, as if he was changing the topic in a panic.

[Speaking of which, a few days ago I saw a man in the combat zone who named himself "Wu Ming" and declared that he was "the second in command". He looked like he was underage at first glance. How can a legend of command be so easy to replicate? 】

[Yes, in the more than three million years since humankind was born, there has been only one Shen Minghuan. 】

[I also saw it. Later, didn’t many players take the initiative to challenge him? Commander Shen is the idol of many people, and it’s almost a belief. 】

[The kid lost seven games in a row and went to change his name in tears. 】

The current communication among netizens on Xingwang can be regarded as Buddhist. They don't have much ill will towards this child. After all, the other party did not choose this name to tease or belittle Shen Minghuan.

They have used cyber violence to hurt two people, two people who should least be hurt.

No one dares to speak frankly about the bloody turmoil on the Star Network for seventeen years.

[No one who supports the Marshal can turn a blind eye to this matter. After all, the Commander will use this name because the Marshal had not named him before he left. This can be regarded as a kind of commemoration. 】

【Who said that? The conductor didn't know his life experience at that time. What does his namelessness have to do with the marshal? 】

[How do you know that the conductor doesn’t know? The conductor is omnipotent, is there anything he doesn’t know? Don’t forget, he’s wearing a mask the whole time. 】

【fart! The conductor's choice of such a name is obviously a reflection on fate. Life is impermanent, and we are all nameless mayflies in the long torrent. 】

[This group of people started quarreling again. Every time they quarreled, they would make themselves cry. Why bother? 】

[There is no way, after all, they are academics who must record the life of a conductor rigorously, but what about conductors can they reveal without making people cry? 】

Surfing expert Xie Xu laughed while watching, until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

He said to Mo Hongxue: "They want to write a book and biography for Ming Huan, but they don't even know Ming Huan's true identity. Everyone knows that the marshal has a loyal family, and his commanding skills are better than his own. Mo Hongxue, what do you think?"

When the alliance was clearing Tang Chaoyan's name, Xiang Wanyu planned to open a trial for Shen Minghuan's identity change case.

All insiders confessed, and the mastermind Mo Hongxue took the lead and was killed.

Everything was going smoothly until Shangchi stopped it.

"Don't touch my brother with such a dirty thing!" Shang Chi said.

Shang Chi's words mean nothing, but he is Shen Minghuan's brother. Everyone knows that the two of them have a great relationship, and his attitude also represents Shen Minghuan's tendency to a certain extent.

Xiang Wanyu had been silent once before, and now she had no choice but to remain silent.

Maybe the truth will eventually be discovered, but hiding it for a few more seventeen years is not a problem.

By then, the Mo family has already disappeared in the torrent of history, but Shen Minghuan will still shine immortally.

Mo Hongxue didn't answer.

After the war, Mo Hongxue returned to the Emperor Star where conditions were favorable, but his figure became thinner day by day.

He was like a walking zombie, barely struggling in this world, but without much life.

"Can you contact Shang Chi? I want to see him." Mo Hongxue lowered his eyebrows and lost his calmness as a commander.

Xie Xu suddenly became angry and cursed: "You still dare to talk about Shangchi with me?"

After Shen Minghuan died, Shang Chi never took the initiative to talk to Xie Xu again.

No matter what Xie Xu did, Shang Chi could only say "Don't dare to trouble the principal."

Xie Xu had listened to these six words for seventeen years, and it was only recently that Shang Chi's attitude softened slightly.

Mo Hongxue lowered her eyes and allowed Xie Xu to vent his anger. After the other party finished scolding him, he continued to plead: "I just want to see him once. I don't have to use my brain. You can do anything you want from me."

*

Shang Chi took over the position of principal of the First Army two years ago and is the youngest principal in the history of the alliance.

Looking at Xie Xu's leisurely appearance on the Star Network, he knew that the principal actually didn't have much work. If something really happened, Xie Xu would help Shang Chi.

In the eyes of the students of the First Army, Principal Shang is a somewhat strange and mysterious person. He smiles every day, but has a bad look in his eyes.

The seniors and seniors spread word of mouth that the principal might have some mental problems, perhaps because he was stimulated by his younger brother's death.

After all, seventeen years ago, thousands of people were crying and the alliance was shrouded in miserable wind and rain every day. Only Shang Chi could not hide his happy expression.

But no one discriminated against him because the principal's younger brother was Shen Minghuan.

The two brothers have such a good relationship, so it's strange that they are not stimulated. What's more, Shang Chi's symptoms of illness are just that everyone is in high spirits, and it does not affect others.

Shang Chi sneezed, "Who is talking about me behind my back?"

He didn't live in the house Xie Xu gave him, but bought a small house by himself. It was not big, with only two rooms.

Shang Chi walked home slowly while humming a song, and suddenly stopped, "After the former commander resigned, he changed his career to become a robber?"

Mo Hongxue's face was as pale as snow. He stood quietly against the wall in the shadow, like a lonely ghost who needed to avoid the sun: "Shang Chi, is Ming Huan... still alive?"

His voice was low and the last few words were barely audible.

Shang Chi sneered, "Former commander, wasn't the meteor shower seventeen years ago shocking enough?"

He ignored Mo Hongxue and walked straight past him without looking back.

Just after taking a few steps, I heard a "plop" behind me. It was a dull sound of a penis hitting the ground. It even hurt to hear it.

Shang Chi turned around and saw Mo Hongxue kneeling straight.

Dignity in the interstellar era is extremely expensive, and for many people it is even higher than life. Mo Hongxue was once one of them, but now there is no humiliation or reluctance on his face, "I don't want to do anything, I just want an answer. "

Shang Chi calmly stepped aside, "Don't you know what's going on?"

Mo Hongxue raised his head slightly, "But I can rest assured only if you speak."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Shang Chi sneered, turned and left again, "Kneel down if you like, I'm going home."

However, he soon stopped again.

——The sound of a sharp blade entering the body was heard from behind.

"Mo Hongxue." Shang Chi turned around unbearably, "They said I was crazy, but I think you are the one who is really crazy."

Mo Hongxue held the dagger in one hand, and the blade pierced his abdomen hard. His face became even paler, "You are angry."

"Yes, I am indeed angry. I can't wait to beat you to death with my own hands!" Shang Chi said through gritted teeth.

Mo Hongxue nodded, pulled out the dagger neatly, and motioned for Shang Chi to take action. He reminded: "It's best to save my life, otherwise the law will be difficult to interpret."

Shang Chi looked at him indifferently and took the dagger from his hand.

Mo Hongxue waited quietly, with an indifferent expression. At this moment, he suddenly looked like Shen Minghuan.

——When Shen Minghuan talked about his own destiny in the past, he was also indifferent and indifferent.

Shang Chi turned around and left with the dagger in hand, "Ming Huan is not dead, but he doesn't want to see you or you."

*

Shang Chi cursed and threw away the dagger, then logged into the Star Network and entered a position he knew by heart.

Thirty-four roses were blowing in the wind in the flower bed, and Shen Minghuan was sleeping in the hammock under the tree.

The hammock was swaying, and Shen Minghuan reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed: "Is the work of the scientific research institute and the principal so easy?"

You get off work at noon?

To be able to afford a house in Emperor Star and carry out extensive construction in Star Network Plaza, the salary of a mere principal is not enough.

In order to support Shen Minghuan, Shang Chi was serious.

"Because I'm awesome. I was taught by you Ming Huan." Shang Chi said proudly.

As early as the pair of strange antlers installed on the mecha, Shen Minghuan's talents in science and technology were clearly revealed, but it was a pity that he didn't have time to leave anything behind.

Just like the meteors that streaked across the night sky that night, they were brilliant and short-lived.

"Ming Huan, Mo Hongxue came to see me just now."

"Oh." Shen Minghuan responded slowly, "Where should we go to play tomorrow?"