After awakening the memory of the world

The ice-cold breath fell lightly with frost and snow, Ji Qingyan slowly raised his head, the dust from the laboratory on the top floor was taken away by the ice crystals, he looked at the gray-robed man, and moved his fingertips slightly.

"Zhan Fengzhuo." Ji Qingyan put his hand on the bracelet and said clearly.

The other party raised the military thorn in his hand, facing Ji Qingyan, he reached out and took off the hood, Zhan Fengzhuo exposed his wrist, and the familiar pendant reflected ripples like water droplets under the light.

Ji Qingyan stood still, he watched Zhan Fengzhuo take out a white camellia-shaped brooch from his chest, and pinned it on the gray robe.

"What do you want to say to me?"

Ji Qingyan fiddled with the bracelet attached to the wrist bone and asked, the power of the alien energy was constantly weakening with the passage of time, he looked around, and T was not here.He stared at Zhan Fengzhuo, but the pupils of the other party were not focused, and strange totems were floating on Zhan Fengzhuo's military thorns.

"Star envoy..." Zhan Fengzhuo muttered in a low voice, he raised the military thorn in his hand and pointed it at Ji Qingyan, the light blue star energy stored in the wanton cold air, the star energy that is exactly the same as Jing Shengnian will be tested at this moment Everything inside is wrapped in ice.

Ji Qingyan only had time to raise his arms to block the wind and snow before being dragged into a strange world.

He wanted to get out of this crowded vortex, but was coerced by the footsteps of history and stayed where he was.Ji Qingyan couldn't feel any pain, and when he looked at the heavy sky in an instant, he suddenly became aware of his own existence.

His soul body was constantly filling and dissipating. At this moment, Ji Qingyan merged into this wind and dust, into this cold and suffocating despair.

This is the alien domain before the renovation, countless poor slums died in the cold winter, good people died tragically, and wicked people begged and laughed.

There is no border here, only countless turmoil and still-dead silence continue.

The dust that is raised every minute is suffocating, and the crowded tiny place is full of desperate people.

They have no hope, and they don't care about tomorrow, as long as they can eat enough now.

Hunger and cold can kill a person at any time.

"Tatum, it will be your name from today on." The kind old man stroked T's hair, and the dilapidated hut was the home he could call home from now on.

"Tatum, go and bring joy to everyone in the slums," the old man handed a dilapidated accordion to T, those rough hands that didn't seem like a child, took the accordion preciously at this moment, Those eyes that are no different from the gray sky are slowly lighting up at this moment.

Holding the brightest starlight in the boy's hand, he brings happiness to the tired people besides being full. They grow hard in the harsh environment, just like Gesang flowers blooming on the gravel plateau.

Bright yellow is the color given by the sun, it is the yearning for life, and it is the hoarse resistance that refuses to succumb to adversity.

"Tatum, go and change the damn world."

In the ears are the voices of their companions, and the vigor and love of life of the young people make their eyes brighter. This heavy, gray world seems to disappear invisible under their belief in the next moment.

Ji Qingyan looked at the unfamiliar faces, everyone had hope for tomorrow, when you looked at them, you could feel this power, as if they could really change the world Same.

Beside Ji Qingyan, the book records are slowly unfolding to both sides, and unfinished sentences are transcribed on the pure white pages.

The sky-blue brushstrokes carry an icy breath, and every stroke of the pen is chilling.

Ji Qingyan's vision was drawn into the heavy sky, and the gray streets were filled with gunfire and desperate cries.

The flame is about to burn everything, whether it is poverty, or the sporadic happiness that once was, all dissipated in the elevated flame.

The eyes of dreams and hopes are closed forever.

Those small and simple houses that stood there disappeared, replaced by high-rise buildings and a modern world full of trees. People who feast and feast here will not know the original memory of this land.

"Tatum..."

His companions struggled in pain, but he couldn't save anyone.

"Tatum..."

The life in the hands is constantly dying, and the bloody arm is the painful parting.

"I don't want to die... help us, T..."

The flames were burning, and the falling snow covered every wound on the earth, but it couldn't extinguish the flames of purgatory.

Ji Qingyan watched all this with his eyes wide open, hot and humid tears slipped from his eye sockets, condensed into small watery rays, and gradually scattered in this cold memory.

"Tell me, what did you see?" Zhan Fengzhuo's voice was ethereal, as if it was about to disappear into the air in the next moment. He didn't seem to be eager to pursue an answer, but just waited.

Ji Qingyan didn't answer, his pupils were a little dilated, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand at all, and he almost fell to the side as if he was about to lose consciousness.

The experimental bench behind him played a supporting role for Ji Qingyan. He tightened his brows, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes were terribly red, and he was still trembling all over. The empathy unfolded in the book made Ji Qingyan The weir takes over itself in an instant.

That heavy muddy despair is far colder than the darkness.

Ji Qingyan tore off the wristband that was overloaded by Xingyuan, and threw it aside. He heaved a sigh of relief and pushed his thoughts away from the chaotic information flow. His originally vacillating eyes gradually calmed down. No more fear of death.

This is the memory of T from the past, the seemingly crazy prisoner, whose original dream was just to bring happiness to everyone in the slum.

Ji Qingyan's palm outlined the shape of a spear, his hand trembled a little, as if he couldn't hold it, fine ice crystals stuck to his skin, cold like a shadow.

"You're shaking." Zhan Fengzhuo said with affirmation, and he stiffly rolled up a distorted smile: "Do you want to know where T is now?"

Before Ji Qingyan could answer, Zhan Fengzhuo said happily, "He's in the general record now."

"He regards Xi Jiansong as an enemy." Zhan Fengzhuo stretched out his index finger to the corner of his lips and said in a low voice.

A chill ran up Ji Qingyan's back, and he suddenly lowered his figure to avoid the rusty iron arrows: "What did you do to Bai Luojing and the others?"

Zhan Fengzhuo tilted his head innocently, pretending to be puzzled and said, "What do you mean?"

"Since it's an enemy," he let out a fierce laugh as if he couldn't help his own smile, the flames on the military thorns gradually turned into silver blue, and behind Zhan Fengzhuo, a black-necked crane suddenly spread its wings .

"Of course it's to let them sleep forever." Zhan Fengzhuo couldn't wait to add this sentence, and the irises of those broken eyes were also stained scarlet at this moment.