God is Daozu

The lights in the warship's room were turned off on time every night, and turned on automatically in the morning.

This was the third day when the lights were turned on and off, and it had been three days since I talked to the blond boy, and during this period there was only the fixed meal and him alone.

Maybe the blond boy is very close to him. Outside the door is a miniature living room. He often hears the boy’s footsteps coming back at night. He writes the water droplets on his hand as if it has been simulated thousands of times on the bathroom glass. The word "Qiang".

He opened his eyes from bewilderment to panic, and got the answer to the reason for walking slowly under the scorching sun. He thought about the posture of the boy in the gray room and the couple embracing each other with open arms, thinking about what it was Such strength.

He looked up at the person in the mirror, so thin that his cheeks were sunken inward, his skin was so white that it blended into the wall, there were blue blood vessels under his eyes, and his whole person was indistinct in the hot mist of the bathroom.

He opened his biggest embrace and closed it bit by bit to embrace nothingness.

For three nights, he thought about running out and asking the blond boy, do you know where my parents are?

He stood at the door for a long time, not daring to push it away, because he was afraid of the boy's indifference from head to toe, and it was also because of the choking hammer of the boy on the upper bunk in the gray room that frightened him. He was afraid to ask a predetermined ending, just like he woke up. On the first day, he watched the people who couldn't dig up the dead from the ruins and tore off their clothes as marks. He was afraid of such a scene, so he kept a distance from them.

Will you hug me and kiss me before I open my eyes tomorrow?

There was an innocent gesture on his face, he blinked at the mirror, and the soreness reached his nasal cavity.

The red cloak had dried and returned to its bright color. He lay his pillow on the cloak, watching someone open the door and give him a fluttering look, and took away the leftover food.

He must have found me very strange, as if I were starving myself.

Only moved three mouthfuls of food and took away an orange.

The thick soup and pieces of meat were like the cake that day, burning his esophagus. He searched his empty brain and wondered what kind of food I used to eat to maintain my life. The memory was like a database that was forcibly cleared, as if a few days The moment he opened his eyes before was the first day of his life.

Clean footsteps sounded outside the door.

This person came back really early today.

His body slid down into the quilt, buried his head in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

The sounds made by the actions of the people outside the door became farther and farther away. After a long time, in his dark and drowsy brain, he saw a broad hand stretched towards his face, hiding all the light, and he stepped back. After taking a step, his body floated up into the sky like fog. A black-haired man in heavy machinery was facing him. He held a pen in his hand, and a small brown-red book was spread out on the table. Notebook, time seems to flow on the tip of his pen, he is writing something intently, his back is facing him, I don’t know whether it is the weight of the machine or something, I suddenly feel a little at ease, I feel that it is a generous and reliable back, when I Anxiously wanting to control her body and fly to him, she rushed out of the cramped room uncontrollably and fell heavily into her body.

The flames burned the tall giant tower deep in front of his eyes, the shells blasted orange red and black smoke, numb his face and jaw, his ears were buzzing loudly, he turned his head to the ruins in the distance Running wildly, his ankles were so painful and numb, but he didn't dare to stop, the artillery fire in the distance didn't fall on him, but he refused to let him go with the aftermath of the shock, he struggled and ran, trying to find a way to stop In the place, he kept running to get rid of the shadow of the beast, but the scrambled bodies rushed into his eyes. The yellow sand and black smoke made him unable to see the faces of the people on the ground clearly.

As for their heads, he ignorantly approached them, and the headless corpses were bubbling with blood and wrapped in the yellow sand of the ruins, sinking to the ground without redemption. Before the eyes of birth.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and realized that his face was full of tears. As if he couldn't distinguish between reality and dream, he opened his big eyes in panic, not daring to move. The pain of paralysis in the dream seemed to crawl out of the dream. Refusing to go back, cold sweat slid from his back to his waist, he was startled, grabbed his cloak and ran out with bare feet, running without any purpose, when he pushed open the second door, The blond boy sat on the high mechanical seat and looked back at him. Unfinished tears and sweat crisscrossed his wet neck along his eye sockets and forehead.

"what happened?"

He didn't know if it was because he needed to see a living person so much at this time, that when the young man said these words coldly, he was able to find a trace of warmth in the indifference, and his ears resumed normal operation , he heard his restless and embarrassing breathing, like a sickness.

"No." He replied dryly.

The boy looked down at him with those ice-blue eyes, jumped to the ground neatly, and sat on the brown leather sofa. The boy glanced at the oranges on the table, then looked at him again, "Come here."

His body took a step ahead and walked over obediently.

"Are you having nightmares?" In an interrogative tone.

"……Yes."

"What did you dream about?"

"..."

He didn't say anything for a long time, the boy looked at him still, as if he had bitten his hand that day, he had extremely high patience, waiting for others to lose first.

"……dead."

He tilted his head to avoid meeting those cold eyes.

The people in front fell into a brief silence, "It is now after the war."

For some reason, such a sentence hit his chest sore and painful. There was no flames of war in front of his eyes. There was no building here that had been bombarded or bullet-marked, and there was not even a single corpse. In the past, "I..." He suddenly wanted to ask where his parents were, but he closed his mouth in panic and timidity.

"Huh?" A cold nasal voice.

"I...what's my name...name..." After saying this, he felt that he was baffled, and his name had to be answered by a stranger.

"There is no information about you in the gene pool."

He didn't know what a gene pool was, but he knew that the subtext of this sentence was that the other party didn't know his name.

...he has no name.

Those slender hands picked up the oranges on the table, peeled them slowly, revealing the orange-yellow flesh, and the sweet flesh was delivered to his mouth. He raised his head uneasily and looked at the pair of blue eyes. eat it.

"You have a name." The other party said lightly.

He didn't know, so he blinked and chewed the pulp.

"Your name is Qiang Ju, the Qiang of Qiang flute, and the orange of Tangerine."

"Then...you...what's your name?" He asked.

"Daniel Shelly."

"You can call me Daniel."

His tense vocal cords whispered and hesitated, "Neil?"

"Daniel."

"? Ne...er?"

"Daniel."

The voice became smaller and smaller, "...Neil?"

Daniel looked at the thin boy in front of him with his head hanging down, with black hair and a small voice. When he called "Neil", he meowed softly like a cat. Today is the one-year anniversary of the Second Ocean War. Daniel looked at the too thin man in front of him and felt a little compassion. Maybe it was the sadness of the war memorial day that made him sensitive and slender, maybe it was this boy who was only one or two years younger than him but engraved with war scars that made him feel pity. He was clean And dazed, his eyes were dark and deep when he looked at you.

Mixed with the cold voice like ice and snow melting in his ears, the second piece of flesh touched his lips.

"Then call Neil."

Looking up is still a cold face.