After awakening the memory of the world

Do you feel sad when someone close to you dies?

The dead person falls into eternal peace, and everything in the world is far away from him, and he can no longer be heard or touched.

The departure of Jing Shengchi and Jing Shengnian, like snowflakes drifting in the summer, quickly disappeared into the invisible.

Only the cold and short identity files are still being filed, the surroundings are bustling, and the flow of time has taken away many things, leaving only dots and traces.

Ji Qingyan was also ordered not to leave the ward. Although he himself felt that there was no major problem, Gu Feian and Xi Jiansong all expressed disapproval, and insisted on extending the hospital stay until Ji Qingyan fully recovered. .

He turned the book over in boredom at the moment, Ji Qingyan's left arm was fixed, and it was a bit difficult to get up, his calf was shattered and fractured, and he was still wearing a plaster cast, looking a bit miserable.

Ji Qingyan lowered his eyes and turned the next page. The wind outside the window was blowing slowly, and the unknown fragrance of flowers came from afar. When passing by at dusk, the magnificent sunset glow traced half of the sky. His eyes were on the beautiful flowers. The font stayed on the inscription for a moment, and the book was closed.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed. The medical machine beside him was still busy. Ji Qingyan thought of the collapsed construction site and everything else. At a critical juncture, he left what he originally wanted to Xi Jian Song's crystals were brought out, and Zhan Fengzhuo's destructive ability was too strong. If he touched an open flame, no one would be able to bear the consequences.

The stars beside Ji Qingyan slowly condensed, and the figure of Shulu fluctuated continuously, spreading out to both sides. He knew that Xi Jiansong had concealed a lot of things, and Gu Feian also forbade him to intervene in the next thing, but Ji Qingyan could sense that as long as he uncovered the final mystery, all his confusion and pain would be answered.

He was at both ends of the balance, but he didn't even have the slightest bargaining chip in his hand. Looking at the broken book record, Ji Qingyan saw that the crystal was also dyed with a light golden halo, and was sealed in the depths of the book record. It was a risky approach, but there was nothing to be done in that state of crisis.

Ji Qingyan withdrew the star energy, pursed his lips slightly, and his expression gradually became dignified. It is hard to say whether this spar can become an alternative energy source. The lack of stability is the biggest drawback. It is difficult to stabilize it according to the current existing technology. Come down, but Qi Yinian moved much faster than he thought.

Ji Qingyan rubbed his knuckles, and thought of the painting in Jingsheng Pool, the cold and wet lake surface, as if everything he experienced was just a dream, and when he woke up again, he could get rid of these pains.

The dusk outside the window disappeared, the songbirds did not return, and the light blue light gradually faded to one side. Ji Qingyan opened his eyes amidst the fragrance of flowers. He had had enough rest. The messages on the smart ring kept changing. Glancing at the medical machine beside him, he showed a gentle smile.

Wrapped in thick clothes, Ji Qingyan walked out against the cold wind, his face was covered by a mask, Ji Qingyan took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, put them on the bridge of his nose and continued walking forward.

The effect of the stabilizer was as quick as ever, Ji Qingyan thought, he controlled his breathing, and the pain in his chest was still within a tolerable range.

A rhyme-blue panel appeared beside Ji Qingyan, and he called out the destination he was going to, which was a bridge that could directly reach the construction site.

Ji Qingyan waited for Feihang on the side platform, taking advantage of the darkness to avoid the camera record at the monitoring point, the moment he left the hospital, the medical machine in his ward also stopped operating.

At the same time, Xi Jiansong sat in the conference room and began to discuss the next step with the ministers of various departments.

The huge Aurora system was running fast. They speculated about the person who planned all this behind the scenes, but they had no clue. Xi Jiansong's face was serious, he frowned, and the conference room was shrouded in clouds.

The voice of the discussion gradually grew louder.

"Admiral, we can no longer indulge them. People from the outer space have been probing frequently recently, which has caused panic among the people. We must fight a war of deterrence to quickly defeat the enemy's will."

"T is just one of the pawns. The people behind the scenes hide very deeply. We need to step up efforts to screen people entering the country and increase awareness."

Xi Jiansong knocked on the table, his brows were still furrowed, just when he was about to say something, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

Red flames burned in the woman's eyes. She was wearing a full-length combat outfit, and her long ponytail tied with a dark blue headband swept across the air. Untie it, as if a battle had just ended.

She nodded at Xi Jiansong, and sat down in the only vacant seat present.

Xi Jiansong's eyes swept over several ministers with uneasy faces, coughed lightly, and said, "Deputy Bureau Zheng, tell me."

Zheng Junyi nodded, and projected the information into the Aurora system, and a familiar oil painting appeared in front of Xi Jiansong.

The interweaving of light and fire, the shackles of curses is a metaphor for love.

"Deputy Bureau Zheng, can you show us what you found?"

A commissioner asked.

"We have detected unrecorded starstone fluctuations in this painting," Zheng Junyi said, with her usual Ling Ran voice: "Coincidentally, this fluctuation is exactly the same as the construction site back then."

In a blink of an eye, Xi Jiansong remembered the paintings hanging in the construction site, and he stood up: "Zheng Junyi, I will leave the meeting to you first, and report the results to me later. The head of the Special Warfare Department will follow me."

"Yes!"

Xi Jiansong was in a hurry, followed by the head of the special station department. He threw a weapon buckle in his pocket to the other party, and said, "You can take someone to the exhibition next time, and check out the special passageway. .”

"Understood," the head of the Special Warfare Department led the weapon buckle and left.

Xi Jiansong called out the aircraft and flew towards the bridge leading to the construction site.

What else is there that he hasn't discovered before, Xi Jiansong thought, his brows furrowed again.

The things outside the window were quickly rewinding to both sides, and the silver glow of Yaotai Mirror slowly scattered, illuminating everything.

The breeze brings the fragrance of broken flowers, and low-pitched singing sounds come from unknown street corners. Ji Qingyan walks in the cold wind, the ancient bridge faces the distance, and the icy waves beat the crumbling pillars. The four characters divide prosperity and desolation into two different worlds.

Ji Qingyan pulled down the mask, and the cold air soon filled his lungs, and the fragrance of flowers was also washed away by the cold waves.

The echo of the sea carries the difference of the four seasons, like broken, but also like a reorganized new life.