Earth Exam [Unlimited]

The system brought them back to the round table.

The fifth page collapsed into fine dust in the air.

[The first round of treatment has ended. 】

[The rest mode is on. 】

[Physician No. [-] "Lu Song" and Physician No. [-] "Li Yiliang" have changed their identities. 】【New identity: "Patient"】

[Included in the list of optional treatments for the next round. 】

【Doctors, please do not leave the range of Huahai and wait for the second round of summons. ] After the system was announced, the door of the semicircular building opened.

This is to indicate that they have gained temporary freedom.

Jane quietly walked out from the door, taking this building as the center of the circle, there are 24 gravel roads in total, passing through the sea of ​​flowers evenly, extending to the depth where no end can be seen.

Jane quietly chose a path.

Go straight along this road, and the scene when he came slowly appeared. The only difference is that there is no sleeping little girl on the cloud-shaped house, and the room full of roses blooms outside. In the house, no one played the piano anymore.

Jian Jing—keep walking forward.

The eighth area of ​​the long river of time is very big, he doesn't know how long he has been walking, but this sea of ​​flowers - there is no end.

After passing a large field of lavender flowers, he saw a group of buildings

There are courtyards with green bricks and green tiles, gurgling water, singing birds and flowers, living rooms built on cliffs, where the wind sounds like howling ghosts, and half-collapsed mud brick houses with dim lights inside...

There are ancient Roman-style buildings, where the sun perches on the snow-white arches, Gothic churches, towering spires, and statues on the surface, and Baroque residences, magnificent and full of fun...

These buildings of different styles and even different eras gather together, filled with a sense of incompatibility that is difficult to coordinate.

——But these buildings are not in the same time and space.

Just like the eaves rising from the corner of the courtyard and the spire of the Gothic church overlap without hindrance, they just visually give people an illusion of the same space.

Every building is surrounded by a very thin stream of water, which is golden in the sun, and it circulates around each building without stopping.

Jian Jingyou—was instantly bewitched by this water flow.

"This is the river of time, don't touch it for now."

Someone in his ear reminded him.

Jane turned her head quietly, only to see a figure in a black cloak from the back.

Jane shouted quietly and firmly:

"Little moon."

The figure in the black cloak just paused, didn't look back, and didn't answer his words.

When Jane quietly caught up, the black cloak was gone.

Including him in the black cloak on the round table—there are ten people in total. Although everyone is wearing a cloak, masks on their faces, and even their voices have been modified, their usual movements and habits will not change.

Number nine is the little moon.

Why would Little Moon refuse to communicate with them?

Before Jane could think deeply about this question, he heard the system's beep, but this time, the system's beep was only aimed at him personally: [Candidate Jane is asked to choose the time. 】

【The countdown is starting——】

【Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...】

The time was too short, and Jane had no time to choose a target. He touched the water closest to him with his hand, and a sense of nothingness and weightlessness enveloped him.

In his sight appeared—hands—dry, chapped, and full of wrinkles. The years had danced lightly on these hands, leaving indelible marks.

These hands took him up.

He heard a baby whimper.

It's a newborn puppy.

He shared vision with the puppy.

With the movement of these old hands, a blurred light and shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and when the light and shadow stopped, what caught his eyes was a unique face of an old man.

Silver-white hair, wrinkled face, large age spots on the face, and loose skin when he smiles.

He took the puppy home

The home is a dilapidated adobe house that looks much bigger than the old man.

——One person and one dog started a life of mutual dependence.

Little dogs grow into big dogs.

It will use its teeth to help the old man pick up a lot of bottles and cans when he can’t lift them. Although the first time he didn’t control the force well and bit the bag to pieces, it can do it the second and third time Very good.

It will jump out to fight bravely when some gangsters want to rob the old man, scaring them away.

It would wag its tail and accompany the old man when he couldn't sleep and whispered to him—all through the long night.

The old man also tried his best to treat it well.

The ground is cold in winter and the quilt is thin, so he will let the puppy sleep in his arms.

Picking up a lot of bottles and selling them for a few dollars more, he would save-save, cut a catty of meat, and then watch it wagging its tail happily-sweeping away.

Although the old man's teeth had almost fallen out, he seemed happier when the puppy ate the meat than he ate the meat himself.

The days went on so tenderly.

Jian Qiao only shared the field of vision with the puppy. He watched the old man getting older and the puppy growing bigger, as if he saw death and new life walking side by side.

—One life dies in the years, another life flourishes in the years.

Life is a cycle, and no one can resist time.

The old man fell asleep in a quiet night and never opened his eyes again.

Some kind-hearted people collected the corpse for the old man and buried it in a public cemetery.

There are no tombstones in this public cemetery, and there are only one identical small soil bag after another, and the people buried in each soil bag are passers-by who have struggled to survive in this world.

Every few days in this group of cemeteries, there will be an unnamed soil bag, and in front of a soil bag, there is a dog guarding it all year round.

Except for looking for food, this dog has been lying on the edge of the soil bag, sometimes making a sad bark, and it has never left no matter it is windy or rainy.

Someone also sent it to a rescue station, but within a few days, it would run back by itself.

So many people know that in the group of public cemeteries, among the group of passers-by who are sleeping in the underground, there is a man who has raised a very good dog, which has been with him all the time.

From a puppy to a big dog, from a big dog to an old dog, and finally died on the edge of the soil.

A homeless dog is a stray dog ​​all his life.

Time passed by as usual, life continued as usual, and there was a new earth bag next to that earth bag.

Such a memory is carried in the water that Jian Qiao just touched.

Time will not stop because of feelings and reluctance, it rushes forward, and death is just a small splash.

Jian quietly touched another circle of water, and the memory in this water was like a faded silent film.

- an oil lamp, - a table, - a diary that is being written.

The person who wrote the diary was very quiet, only the rustling of writing could be heard.

The content of the diary is also very boring. It is nothing more than what I ate today, what I did today, what shortcomings I found, and where I need to improve and improve... It is not like writing a diary, but like a report.

Only at the end of the diary, there is a faint warmth from the cold: "Today is going well, and I can go home in 53 days."

Day after day is boring, day after day of training, day after day of waiting.

Then there is the military order and the assembly.

It is a task that may never return.

The mission is over, the person who wrote the diary came back, with some injuries on his body, but the diary remains unchanged

What did I eat today, what did I do today, what are the deficiencies, where do I need to improve...

After all these are written, the end of the diary is as usual:

"Today is going well, and there are 27 days left to go home."

After the diary writer finished writing this diary, he sat at the table for a long time, and then gently blew out the oil lamp.

There are no stars or moon outside the window, everything is in darkness.

The person who wrote the diary had more and more frequent missions, more and more injuries on his body, the time for writing the diary was no longer fixed, and the content was no longer as regular as before.

But at the end of each diary, there will inevitably be a sentence:

"Today is going well, and I can go home in ten days."

The diary finally ends on a certain page, which is the only different page:

"Today is going well, and I can go home tomorrow. The tree I planted when I left has been five years old, and I don't know how many gray hairs have been added to my parents' heads."

The person who wrote the diary could not see the tree he planted when he left, nor could he see the new white hair on his parents' heads, because he stayed in tomorrow forever.

That's the last temporary assignment.

He put away the pen and paper as usual, walked out of the room, but never came in again.

Someone packed up his belongings, put them in a boxy box, and handed them back to his home.

There are no ashes, because it is not known where the body is buried.

Someone sat where he used to sit, and silently lit the oil lamp, as if passing on an inexhaustible fire.

Too many people have changed at this table, but this oil lamp is always and silently lit.

Later, this table was sent to the museum together with this lamp, and it became a distant time.

The oil lamp has been extinguished forever, but it is always on in the memory of some people, and in the hearts of those who have seen it.

A tall stone tablet was erected where they stayed, white and thick, without a name on the tablet, only a soaring dragon was carved.

There is a star in the eyes of the dragon, respecting those unknown heroes.