[Dragon Race][Kai Chu]Until the Day

Approaching in the direction of the car, it was the staff of the car dealership who discovered that Caesar had arrived.He was a little annoyed, and this group of people must have been overly attentive.

The sentry's mind became transparent and clear: he only had time for one sentence.

Chu Zihang is not the type of person who is good at saying goodbye.And this unexpected encounter is destined to need a neat and unconventional ending——

"Passy's right. I do like you."

After speaking, Caesar Gattuso opened the door of the off-road vehicle and jumped head-on into the bright sunshine of early autumn.

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*The dialogue between Caesar and Frost is basically the original text of Dragon 2.

##Chapter09 travel far

Chu Zihang returned along the original road alone. There were tall trees on one side of the road. The morning sunlight fell into the car through the gaps in the canopy, and sporadic light spots fell on his face.When the Gothic spire of the University of Chicago appeared in front of his eyes again, he hesitated a little, turned around, and the off-road vehicle slowly entered the campus along the famous Middle Road Park.Most of the school's buildings have been requisitioned as shelters, and without students or staff, the entire campus appears empty and desolate.

He turned around the campus a few times, and finally stopped under the shade of a tree.Autumn was about to begin, and the grass was slightly yellow. Chu Zihang chose a place to sit down, and spread out Heimdall's files, his father's diary, and postcards in front of him one by one.There were three more bottles of ginger ale in the trunk, and he pulled one out, prying off the metal cap with a rusty corkscrew.

There are four postcards in total, and Chu Zihang has seen them countless times.The sender's address had become a mailbox number that could not be found anywhere, and the blank space on the left was covered with his familiar handwriting from his father.Flipping to the back, each piece is a simple pen sketch, with few but precise strokes, depicting the magnificent snow-capped mountains and forests, glaciers and tundra in just a few strokes.

He opened Chu Tianjiao's diary. There was no information related to the college's missions. Most of them were daily records written later. The bears here are quite lively, and I heard a female bear with two cubs howling all the way from afar." and so on.

As for the thick stack of photocopies, they are all obscure code names and data, carefully marked on the topographic map one by one; even if there are some descriptions, they are all written in professional confidential words.Chu Zihang sighed. To him now, this information is more commemorative than practical.Even zip codes can be wiped off the map, and the places his father had carefully surveyed must have long been different things.

A chipmunk squirrel hopped past the grass, and Chu Zihang casually dropped two peanuts.There was no wind under the shade of the tree, scattered fallen leaves twirled and fell on the grass, and he had already obtained what he was looking for, but his mood at this time was quite different from what he expected.

The sunlight printed the shadow of the Gothic spiers on the paper; the carbonic acid bubbles jumped in the mouth, mixed with the very light sweet ginger taste; a pair of sad blue eyes slowly emerged in the mind.Finally, Chu Zihang finished drinking the soda in the glass bottle and stared blankly not far away.The squirrel had already run away with the peanuts in its arms, leaving only the fallen leaves scattered in the wind.He thought that as a guide, he would always be a bystander, but something in his heart... was shaking.

He needs to make two decisions.The first one has been planned for a long time, so it is not difficult; but the other...

On the other side of the lawn is a red public phone booth.Chu Zihang hesitated again and again, and took out a coin from his pocket.He always remembered Professor Schneider's phone number.He suddenly wanted to chat with the professor, a role similar to his father's generation might be able to give him even a little hint at this time.

The call is connected.

"Professor Schneider."

"Chu Zihang?" Schneider's voice was still hoarse as always, but he didn't seem surprised, "Have you got it? What you want to find about Heimdall."

"Yes." Chu Zihang paused, "Thank you, and Mr. Ange."

"You don't have to thank us. Mr. Gattuso should be thanked most for this matter."

Chu Zihang said hesitantly, "I..."

"You seem to be hesitant." Schneider heard it, but he had never seen his students hesitate; in his impression, Chu Zihang was like a sharp knife, and he had already decided the direction to swing the knife when he unsheathed it . "What's the matter? If you are still willing to talk to my incompetent mentor."

"There is one thing, I don't know if I should do it..." Chu Zihang stopped.

Schneider caught the pause on the other side sharply, realizing that his student didn't want to spell things out; it was probably not an easy thing to do, or an easy decision.He considered his words, "Although I am not as good as Principal Angers, I am naturally able to speak the truth beautifully... But after being abused by those young people who come to preach for so many years, I still have some experience in this issue."

Chu Zihang held the receiver, waiting for the professor to continue.

"In our life, the mistakes we will make can be attributed to two types: one is doing something that should not be done, called 'sin of commission', sins of commission; the other is not doing something that should be done What you do is called 'the crime of omission', sinsofomission. A person faces countless choices in his life, and you will never know whether the current choice will become a mistake in the future."

Chu Zihang heard two coughs from the other end of the phone.

"What the sin of being brings us is more the regret or pain of the moment. It appears strongly, but fades quickly. Human memory is an unreliable disk, which can always wash away our mistakes and emotions at that time. ...but the sins of inaction, the things you could have done but didn't do, the decisions you could have chosen but missed, only get worse with time. It's much worse."

Schneider didn't continue talking.He knew his students, stubborn but smart.

Chu Zihang was silent for a long time.So long that Schneider even thought he had left.

"I understand." Chu Zihang's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Have you decided?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Chu Zihang hung up the phone.My heart has never been so clear.He had no choice but to leave so simply.Those blue eyes watched him from the bottom of his heart.

He got back on the buggy and started the engine.Strangely, he knew where Caesar was.Without hesitation, with immense certainty.

Finally, the off-road vehicle stopped in front of where they separated four or 10 minutes ago.Caesar hadn't left yet, with his back to the intersection, watching several staff busy around his Harley-Davidson.The familiar sound of the engine attracted the attention of the sentry, and he turned his head slightly in surprise.

Chu Zihang closed the car door and walked through the shade of trees, "You haven't left yet." It was more like a statement than a question.

"It's time to change the brake pads. What's the matter?" Caesar was a little surprised, "Or are you here to accept my confession?"

"No." Chu Zihang shook his head, flatly denied it, and went straight to the sentinel, "There is a question I haven't answered for you. It's about my next plan."

Caesar suppressed the disappointment in his heart, raised his eyebrows slightly, and waited for the guide to continue.

"I'm going to Alaska."

"So?" Caesar was a little confused.

"If you have no other arrangements... you might as well go with me."

"Sounds worth considering." Caesar smiled.

"Then think about it." Chu Zihang said firmly.

Caesar stared at Chu Zihang for a few seconds, but said nothing.

For a moment Chu Zihang thought that the sentinel probably refused.He hesitated and thought that he really had no position to ask Caesar.The other was a sentinel of freedom; even if he had indeed received a confession not so long ago, that did not mean that Caesar had to respond to his own expectations.

But then, he saw Caesar dig out his firearm and a hunting knife from the storage box of the motorcycle, "Let's go. Your car is almost out of gas; I know there's a gas station nearby."

"Your Harley?"

"Someone will send it back to Gattuso's house." Caesar passed Chu Zihang and opened the door of the off-road vehicle. "You have to find a way to get more 0.44-inch bullets."

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"Why do you suddenly want to go to Alaska?" Caesar held the steering wheel with one hand, the window was open, and he rested his other arm on the edge of the window.

"It's not sudden. I've had this idea for a long time, but I haven't found the right time." Chu Zihang pulled out the map.

"Just decided?"

"Yes."

"So I'm the 'right time'? Because of my confession?" Caesar began to analyze very naturally.

Chu Zihang remained expressionless, "You... think too much."

"Then why did you come back to me all of a sudden?" Caesar asked, a bit indomitable.

"I'm...thinking about you." Chu Zihang said slowly and word for word: "I just think...you shouldn't be so sad."

Caesar was startled, the answer surprised him, "What did you say?"

"You shouldn't be so sad." Chu Zihang repeated softly.

Caesar was stunned, and someone else said, "You shouldn't be so sad." Caesar's instinctive reaction was "None of your business", but he really didn't think so when facing Chu Zihang... After the initial surprise, he Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and then everything suddenly settled down, revealing a vague answer.

"Why didn't I realize you were such a gossip before." He picked and answered in his mind, but finally couldn't help but tease.

"Gossip?" Chu Zihang was a little confused