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The sky was drooping and gloomy, with dark rain clouds piled up overhead, and a series of rainwater hitting the stretched umbrella surface made a crackling sound.

Yan Xiu stood in the rain curtain with an umbrella in his hand, his big bony hands firmly propped the wide umbrella over the tombstone in front of him.

The photo on the tombstone is an old lady with a kind smile, her gray hair is tied into a bun behind her head, she wears a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses, her face is wrinkled, but it is full of all kinds of tenderness in the world.

"Grandma..." Yan Xiu said in a hoarse voice, "I have someone I love, and I want to bring him to see you."

Rainwater dripped along the ribs and onto the stone slab behind the tombstone, making a small splash.

"But I don't remember much," Yan Xiu pursed his lips, and said in a daze, "I forgot what he was called and what he looked like, but I remember that we have gone through wind and rain, and I love him very much. Love him very much."

The world fell into a torrential rain, and Yan Xiuyi's eyes were drenched by the cold rain, gradually becoming hazy.

When he regained consciousness, there was darkness in front of him again, and a nagging voice sounded in his ear.

"Understood, it's useless for you to talk to me, brother one? Can't wake up, I'm not in a hurry? Is he dying of anxiety?"

"You want to be serious? Do you have nothing to do every day? Thinking wildly, why don't you use this time to do a few sets of math problems, and you can get a 985 in the exam."

"If you can't do it, find a playground and run a few laps. Hey, grandpa, I can run [-] laps on the playground without panting."

"Climb you, you are annoying to death."

Yan Xiu frowned.

Then? The voice stopped, and he took a breath in surprise: "Fuck, didn't you get nagged? I saw Brother Yi's eyebrows move just now, hey, hey, his eyelids are moving, moving again, moving again... ?Moved!"

"Brother Yi?" The voice came from far to near, almost close to Yan Xiuyi's ear.

Yan Xiu opened his eyes impatiently, and saw a dark-skinned young man lying next to his face. The "weather-beaten" black face was almost close at hand, and his shaved bluish-purple forehead took up most of his face. vision.

"...Yu Liang?" Yan Xiu asked suspiciously.

"Brother Yi!" The man jumped up, overjoyed, "You're awake! You're finally awake!"

Another young man's excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Let me talk to brother one! Call brother one! You play it! Let it go, damn it!"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Yu Liang didn't care about the head-shattering howl over there, and hung up the phone directly.

Excited and nervous, he asked: "Is there any discomfort? Does the wound still hurt? Can you see things clearly? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Yan Xiuyi: "..."

As soon as Yan Xiu wanted to sit up, Yu Liang pressed him down: "Lie down for a while, don't move around when you wake up, I'll call the doctor?"

Yan Xiu grabbed his hand and asked, "How is the wounded?"

Yu Liang suddenly fell silent. He looked at Yan Xiuyi, didn't speak for a long time, and finally looked away, falteringly said: "No, there are no major casualties..."

"What about the child?" Yan Xiuyi asked.

"Well," Yu Liang rubbed the back of his neck, stood up and said, "Don't think about it so much, rest, you need to rest more now. I'll call the doctor? Come here to show you, don't mess up when you lie down Move, and don't think about it."

Yan Xiuyi: "..."

Speaking of this, Yan Xiuyi knew the result anyway.

He looked at Yu Liang expressionlessly. Yu Liang let out a "bad" sound and sat down again. He sighed and said seriously, "What happened that day? No one can explain clearly. We guess , You were hit on the back of the head by a falling building, and you fell into a coma. The child you protected and rescued saw you unconscious and escaped from your cover, but encountered a second explosion on the way..." His voice became He looked at Yan Xiuyi in a low voice, "He... didn't survive, and most of his body was burned when he found it."

Yan Xiuyi: "..."

Yu Liang comforted: "Then? It was such a big fire. Everyone stopped you from rushing in. The death rate is too high. If you replace it with Superman, you may not be able to save it. Brother Yi, it's not your fault. .”

Yan Xiu let out a "huh" and closed his eyes. Fragmentary pictures flashed in his mind, and in an instant? It was like returning to some kind of desperate situation. The more people there are, the more they cannot be saved.

He didn't say anything more.

After a while, Yu Liang called the doctor to give Yan Xiuyi a check-up. His physical indicators were good and the wound was recovering normally. It was only a matter of time before he recovered.

Yu Liang yelled about this matter to their army group, and a bunch of people came that afternoon, but they were stopped by their chiefs, and they all drove back, leaving only a few people who were very close to Yan Xiuyi, who were not let in. So many people made noise for Yan Xiu to rest.

He talked with his comrades for a while, but his body was still weak, and he was so tired that he fell asleep before long, and fell asleep without knowing it.

He also dreamed that he was standing in front of grandma's tombstone, narrating something about someone.

That unnamed person was almost the whole meaning of his life in that dream.

But there is no trace to be found.

And he fell into a dream, from one nightmare to another.

He looked at his grandma's tombstone and dreamed of that afternoon that he dared not look back and filled his whole regretful life.

He stood in the mottled corridor, his nose filled with the smell of disinfectant, and he heard passers-by discussing in a dark corner.

"Oh, leave the old man at home alone, go out and play by yourself."

"If I had gone home earlier and been sent to the hospital earlier, maybe I could have survived."

"It's a crime, I don't dare to do this when I'm old, there must be someone at home watching."

"Who says it's not? Children nowadays are all selfish."

Yan Xiu listened to those words in a daze, his eyes were filled with pitch-black veils, and he felt that he was the one who should die.

If he can go home, if he doesn't go to that extra training, if he can be with grandma all the time...

Will everything be different?

Grandma once proudly said that he was a soldier and a hero who protected everyone.

But he can't protect anything, can't save anything.

As soon as Yan Xiu opened his eyes, he realized that he was crying in a dream unknowingly. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and got up to go to the toilet. The door of the ward was not closed tightly, and he heard Yu Liang's deliberately lowered voice sounded outside the door. .

"You go back and tell everyone, that? No one can mention it."

"What nonsense! I didn't mean to hide it from brother one! But his injury is the most important thing now! I'll tell him later!"

"Who the hell revealed the fact that he woke up? That female reporter is a lunatic!"

"It was her son who ran around by himself! The first brother almost died. Who is to blame? Who is to blame? Still there? Writing so many false reports!"

"It's because no one can explain clearly that she is allowed to write scribbles! Who knows that? Why did the child turn around and run in? Why did he tell Brother Yi to ignore him?!"

"Huh... my question, it's okay, the dead are the most important, but we can't let others spoil the living."

"Anyway, this will be the case first. No one is allowed to bring up this matter while Brother Yi is recovering from illness. Whoever brings it up, I will be in a hurry."

In the compartment of a door, Yan Xiu listened to all his words.

He had already grasped the edge of reality from this passage, and when that woman with exquisite makeup stood in front of him as cold as a scalpel the next day, Yan Xiuyi felt overwhelming malice.

"Hello?" the woman couldn't hide the hatred in her eyes, "I'm a reporter from the xx newspaper, and I've been looking for the truth about the fire rescue that year. You went in to save a little boy in the fire. May I ask what caused the fire?" You choose to give up?"

Yan Xiuyi said coldly, "I haven't given up."

"The locations of your accidents are less than ten meters apart. The child's body was found farther from the exit. How do you explain this?"

Yan Xiuyi couldn't explain, so he could only remain silent.

The woman sneered, adjusted the position of the recording pen, and continued to ask: "You rushed in to save him, is this a great sacrifice? But you didn't follow through to the end, you gave up on him, maybe at the same moment, there was The other soldiers wanted to rush in to save people, but they chose to respond conservatively when they saw you go in. Have you ever thought that because you gave up selfishly, that child would be left unrescued. You didn’t want to explain words?"

Yan Xiuyi remained silent.

Faced with Yan Xiuyi's silence, the woman gradually lost her composure, and her backlog of emotions fermented day by day and became unstoppable.

"Aren't you ashamed of the oath you took when you enlisted in the army? You are taking taxpayers' hard-earned money, but doing things that are greedy for life? You are afraid of death. He is still such a small child. How could you choose yourself so selfishly?" ? If you don’t want to save him, don’t try to save him in the first place! Why did you give up halfway!? The damned person is you—it’s you—”

She stood up suddenly and smashed the notebook in her hand on Yan Xiuyi's face. Yanxiu grabbed the notebook and looked at the woman coldly.

Outside the door, Yu Liang rushed in and saw the woman's breath tightened: "Who allowed you to come in?"

"Normal visit." The woman squinted at him with red eyes.

"You—" Yu Liang gritted his teeth and said, "You are not welcome here, please don't disturb the patient's rest!"

"Hurry up and rest, when you leave the hospital and take off the underbelly of the weak, when you pay for your sins," the woman stood up, and gathered the broken hair from her temples behind her ears, "I will come again."

"madman--!"

Yan Xiu lowered his eyelashes.

The death of grandma made him have a strong desire to save more people. It seems that only in this way can he prove that he still has the meaning of living. The future he longs for is to die a heroic death while rescuing someone.

Perhaps in this way, when he sees grandma again underground, he can hold his head high and say that he has really become a hero, and he can also look directly into the old man's kind eyes and say sorry to her.

The secretary of his army once said to him that the life he believes in? The creed is fulfillment and sacrifice. No matter what time, he will take the life of others as his first choice, and it doesn't matter if he dies.

but……

It doesn't seem to be the case.

A voice in his head told him so.

He seems to have experienced something in a mysterious world. At the beginning, he also disregarded his own danger to solve all hidden disasters, no matter what he might face.

He was never afraid of death, but for what, when did he start to change?

He began to yearn for the warmth of being alive, and gradually even felt safe and happy because he was hiding under someone's wing.

Because no matter when, he firmly believes that that person can lead him to the final exit.

He can show his weakness unabashedly, even if he does something wrong or makes a mistake, that? People still look at him with mocking and helpless eyes.

——"Really? As expected of you, brother one."

He is smart, occasionally skinny, with the dignity and a little arrogance of a rich young master.

That? He wanted to show it to grandma and tell grandma that this is the person he loves the most now.

If I can see him again, if he is still by my side.

If he is facing the current situation.

... what will happen?

Yu Liang looked worriedly at Yan Xiuyi, who was in a depressed mood. He wanted to say something comforting, but he was afraid that he would be stupid, which pot would not open? Which pot could he lift stiffly? ..."

"Wait—" Yan Xiuyi suddenly said, he stopped the woman who was about to leave the ward.

When the woman turned her head, she still had that undisguised look of hatred.

Yan Xiu glanced at her calmly: "I never gave up on him, never."

The woman's eyes trembled, and her eye sockets gradually turned red.

Yan Xiuyi said: "I tried my best to save him, please believe me."

"I couldn't save him, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The woman stared blankly at Yan Xiuyi. She regarded her hatred for Yan Xiuyi as a source of support for her life. She also knew that she was being irrational? Reasonable and unreasonable? Making trouble, but now, that sentence of sorry tore away her illusion of paralyzing herself , the woman screamed in disarray, sat down on the ground and wailed loudly.

Yan Xiu pursed the corners of his lips, and he looked away? He looked out of the window.

The sky was bright and clear, and he didn't tell the woman what he was thinking, it was too cruel to her.

He sincerely felt that it was great that he could survive.

At this moment, the surrounding world suddenly withered and collapsed, and the world that was originally considered to be reality gradually exposed its fictional illusion, and the fragments scattered in front of my eyes like fly ash.

As soon as Yan Xiuyi saw a dignified figure sitting on the throne covered in an extreme gray fog, even with a distance and dim vision, Yan Xiuyi still felt the breathtaking beauty on the throne.

Idhra licked the corner of her lips with the bright red tongue, and she chuckled contentedly: "Really? It's a delicious dream. I like to see human beings struggle, and I also like to see human beings keep their struggles in their dreams forever." The look of liberation, the dark shadow will always be by my side. Now, you are my loyal believer."

Yan Xiuyi quickly realized that he looked around but didn't find Shen Lin.

"What's going on?" Yan Xiu asked.

"Are you going to ask that child?" Yidhila leaned on the throne, snapped her fingers lightly, and the black and white snakes lifted the unconscious Shen Lin up.

"Your call made my will come here, but not everyone is qualified to offer sacrifices and pray to me. The so-called taking the souls of both of you is just a fraudulent lie. I just feel sorry for you struggling in your nightmare. Feel happy."

"When you wake up, he is still bound in the dream, so now, you will receive my gift."

Yan Xiuyi squinted his eyes, judging the authenticity of what Yidhra said.

"There's only one last name left."

A blank badge appeared in front of Yan Xiuyi, and a quill covered with snake-like patterns floated.

"Before he wakes up, you can write this last name."

"Your, or his."