Help, I've become a paper man

His stardust...? Many fish?

Song Yi's lips opened and closed as he followed the butler's movements and walked slowly out the door under the guidance of the butler.

For a few minutes, he didn't say anything. It was not until the butler was about to leave that he asked with difficulty:

"A lot of fish died?"

The butler took a glance and immediately gave a positive answer. He was right in his guess that many fish were dead.

There were no relics and no last words, but it just happened so lightly.

But it's normal. They have broken up and are no longer friends.

Song Yi thought so, said goodbye to the housekeeper first, then stood at the door and waited for a few minutes. He heard footsteps approaching.

He turned his head and saw the postman walking quickly towards him. He was not changing his clothes and had a youthful and bright face, but under such circumstances, he also looked a little "travel-weary".

"Song Yi?"

After just a glance, the postman spoke first to verify the information.

Song Yi nodded and then moved on to the next step. The postman first narrated that he was a courier, entrusted by the housekeeper to accompany him and play for a while during this period of time.

“Although I don’t know why you do this, you don’t look small and you don’t seem to be short of playmates,” the postman concluded.

Even so, they continued to move forward, moving aimlessly within the camp.

In addition to the current situation, there are people in the camp, but not many are walking around. For a while, there is only the sound of footsteps, making a rustling sound.

Song Yi couldn't help but ask: "Many fish... were sacrificed?"

The postman replied: "Yes, there was another Stardust with him, and the child stayed on the grassland with him."

Song Yi asked again: "What's the name of the other one?"

The postman didn't answer immediately. He glanced at Song Yi, guessed the question, and said:

"Their name is Xu Jing. Don't worry. They sacrificed their lives to save others. It's not an unprovoked death."

"Your friends are very brave and you can be proud of them."

Song Yi uttered "hmm" as a reply, and could not say anything else.

After all, they had broken up before this and could no longer be called "friends".

But even so, when he received the news and learned of the two's deaths, Song Yi felt that he should make some statement.

But after purgatory came, disasters continued to occur. In Song Yi's heart, it seemed that somewhere he had accepted the fact that "everyone will die suddenly."

Xu Jing and the many fishes are the ones he knows and has heard of, but what about the ones he doesn’t know?

There will be more.

Song Yi felt a little disappointed and was about to ask something else when the postman suddenly turned sideways, threw his backpack forward and began to rummage through it.

"They have no relics, but when I passed by, a father asked me to help pass on a message to Song Yi if I pass by here or meet him."

As the postman spoke, he found the diary and began to flip through it quickly.

Song Yi asked: "Xu Jing's father?"

He still remembered these two, many fish, needless to say, together with Xu Yueran, that troublesome thing, and Xu Jing's contractor, called "father", was a cool guy with a buzz cut.

But judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be old enough to be a father, but Stardust's age is misleading.

Song Yi made a wild guess, and the postman didn't know what it was. After reading the content, he said responsibly:

"Yes, it was that person. The content he left behind was..."

The postman paused and stared at the words, as if she was surprised by the contents. Fortunately, after a few seconds, she continued:

“He asked, are you still angry?”

Song Yi was stunned for even longer, and before he could say anything, the postman closed the diary and put it back into his backpack.

He asked, "Does my answer need to be recorded? Uh, no, I mean, can I write back?"

The postman shook his head and replied, "If it was earlier, I would have had a chance to come. I still have a chance, but now it's too late."

"Because the person who sent the letter has passed away, we will not deliver any reply, even if it is meaningful."

"These words cannot comfort the dead, but they will leave regrets for the living."

Song Yi returned to silence. The postman threw the bag aside and carried it on his back again. They continued to move forward. The postman was considerate enough to give him time to think and no longer explained the contents.

Silence permeated here and lasted for a few minutes before Song Yi regained consciousness.

That is, staying at home is only suitable for staying at home, especially in the current situation.

They walked out the door with nothing to do, so they just stayed in the camp and counted their steps.

It was not until a few minutes later that the postman got rid of his shyness and broke the silence by saying:

"I want to go to the battlefield and take a look. Can I go over there? Is it convenient for you?"

Song Yi was stunned, and did not answer the question. He subconsciously asked back:

"Didn't you cross the battlefield when you came here?"

What he said had no basis in any facts. It was purely hearsay, and everyone was saying the same thing. It was so hard to tell whether it was true or not that it confused him.

The postman took a deep breath and replied patiently, "I'm not looking for death. Of course I'm trying my best to choose a safe route to move forward.

"How is it possible to cross the battlefield? Although I don't know where this saying came from, I can say responsibly that it is false and too exaggerated."

"Even if there are times when fighting is unavoidable, the main thing is to leave, and there is no need to wipe out the enemies."

It was a concise and clear explanation. According to this, Song Yi understood.

He nodded in understanding and said with emotion: "I originally thought that being a postman was very cool, but now it seems like a tough job."

After a moment of pause, the other party retorted: "I'm not a postman."

Song Yi was also stunned for two seconds, and asked back: "Then you... um, what is your occupation?"

She replied: "I have already told you when we met today that I am a messenger. You can call me a carrier pigeon."

"At this moment, I am spreading the news of death, hoping that one day, I can also bring news of victory."

She paused for a moment, turned to look at Song Yi, and asked, "Do you want to ask me something?"

They had met before, and Song Yi had also gone to find her, so it was not surprising that the other party had heard some rumors.

Song Yi said honestly: "I want to know what the situation is like in Ling Zhi's camp."

Not curious about the reason, I asked directly: "Whose do you want to know?"

Song Yi replied: "Moli, Sui Yuesheng and Mu Yun's."

In terms of safety, there is no particular ranking, but in terms of interpersonal relationships, the names he read out have already reflected the closeness between them.

The pigeon said: "From the perspective of their condition, they are all still alive, and even compared to others, they are alive and well, with intact limbs and fighting capacity."

"However, in terms of living standards, everyone in Lingzhi Camp is 'not living well'. Needless to say, you know the reason."

Song Yi said: "Because I'm poor."

The carrier pigeon nodded and continued, "Yes, that's right. Not long ago, Lord Ling Zhi entrusted me to help pass on the message."

"In addition to the current situation, the letter also includes resource requests, which can be regarded as a simple request for help, just to deal with the current situation."

Song Yi raised his hand and asked, "Wait a minute, you are the messenger, but can you tell me the contents of the letter casually?"

In his simple view, responsibility is important no matter what job you do.

But the carrier pigeon said, "You are one of the people who know about this. Besides, Miss Jasmine has told me that if you ask her, she has a gift for you."