After awakening the memory of the world

The silent wind and snow fell on the bridge, the silence in the distance was a sharp shadow, Ji Qingyan walked towards the child, the criss-crossing scars seemed to stab his heart, Ji Qingyan clenched his palms tightly, his The voice gradually softened.

"Can I have my friend come over?" Ji Qingyan asked in a low voice, "He won't hurt you. From today on, no one can hurt you anymore."

As Ji Qingyan walked forward, the child stood there without moving, his dull eyes seemed to gradually light up, and the gray hood made his face even thinner.

Nightbirds fly silently through the night between wind and rain, circling around the other end of the night sky.

Ji Qingyan finally walked in front of the boy, and there was no longer any distance between them.

"What's your name?" Ji Qingyan squatted and asked, he looked straight at the boy, the blood in his palm was solidified in his fingers, he didn't dare to reach out to touch it, for fear of bringing any harm to him harm.

"My name is Zhengrong...Nie Zhengrong" the boy said, his gray eyes seemed to light up because of the name, and the night birds circling in mid-air kept singing.That pair of beautiful wings beat the cold wind, revealing the flashing colors like the starry sky in an instant.

Ji Qingyan's eyes moved slightly, he looked at the child named Nie Zhengrong with soft eyes, stretched out his arm, showing a hug: "Will you let me protect you?"

Nie Zhengrong's face showed hesitation, he was like a frightened little animal, questioning the sudden friendship in front of him, he didn't answer Ji Qingyan's words, but took a few steps back.

"Will you let me take you out of the bridge?" Ji Qingyan whispered, but his voice was almost broken by the night bird flapping Chiyu's wings, so he had to repeat: "Would you... Did you leave the bridge?"

Nie Zhengrong's expression seemed to be broken in an instant, and his voice was broken because of it. He said almost cowardly: "Can I... go with you?"

"Yes," Ji Qingyan said firmly, his outstretched arm was shaking a little, but he still insisted: "As long as you want."

Nie Zhengrong's lips trembled, he took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and took a deep breath: "I..."

Nie Zhengrong's words were suddenly interrupted, and without any warning, he disappeared in front of Ji Qingyan.

Ji Qingyan's hug hung down, and the pages of the book spread out beside him, and the golden formation unfolded in Ji Qingyan's palm. He stood up and avoided the opponent's fatal attack almost instantly.

Lingling ice and snow fell from the night bird's wings, and when the thick ice fog completely dissipated, Nie Zhengrong's figure could no longer be found on the wide bridge deck, and the sneak attacker's figure merged into the night, and he could no longer be traced. arrive.

Only the wound left on Ji Qingyan's arm by the other party was still oozing blood.

He lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand. Inside lay a piece of white paper that had been ravaged many times. On it was written in crooked characters 'Go to the center of the bridge'. Ji Qingyan's expression suddenly sank. At the beginning, the night birds in the distance completely disappeared.

Ice fog once again smudged the bridge deck, and Ji Qingyan's surroundings were quickly covered by the fog. All the iconic buildings were covered in the heavy fog, and his direction was completely lost on the bridge. superior.

Xi Jiansong's figure also disappeared. Ji Qingyan stared at Hua Guang falling in mid-air, a little silent. He quickly put away the note in his hand. He clenched his palm tightly and walked towards the unknown silently. .

Shulu followed beside him, illuminating the path under Ji Qingyan's feet. There was thin ice fog everywhere, and the condensed ice flowers continued to extend backwards as he moved forward.

The bridge stopped shaking. Ji Qingyan walked in silence like walking on thin ice. He could no longer see the bridge deck clearly, so he was a little cautious. The thin ice made everything around him look smooth. Ji Qingyan looked for Nie Zhengrong's figure , There is still a note left for him by the other party in his pocket.

Ji Qingyan pursed his lips and put his hands on the smart ring. The electronic eyes were frozen under the thick layer of ice, and the frost climbed upwards, almost freezing his breath.

His body temperature dropped rapidly, Ji Qingyan mobilized the few alien energy in his body to protect himself and walked forward, his footprints were covered by the wind and snow behind him, in the vast world, only the sound of wind mixed The white snowflakes kept falling.

He didn't bother to identify the direction, the book records guided Ji Qingyan forward, his eyebrows were stained with a little frost and snow, Ji Qingyan pursed his lips, very silent, his eyes fell in front of him, but he didn't notice The crisis behind it.

The cold sealed his limbs, and the heat continued to escape from Ji Qingyan's limbs. His hands were almost numb, and even the open wounds were frozen by ice and snow. Ji Qingyan could only stay in this blurred storm. , keep going.

The flow of time seems to have slowed down here, Ji Qingyan was almost suffocated, his brows drooped slightly, his physical strength was exhausted, but he kept walking forward.

The soft ballad kept echoing in his ears, Ji Qingyan wanted to escape, wanted to cover his ears and stop listening, his footsteps also began to rush, he ran forward, covered by the fluttering snow Ji Qingyan's eyes.

Yeniao's loud and clear voice hummed sadly outside the boundary, and those animal pupils as vast as stars showed a trace of sorrow and pain at this moment.

Ji Qingyan's steps were lost in the storm, and his figure was swallowed up by the white night.

He fell down again.

Ji Qingyan was breathing hard, he pursed his lips, swallowing the dissipating heat, he wanted to prop up his body, but he couldn't, only the cold snowflakes clinging to his body, he wanted to escape, Want to cry, the pain is too severe, only silence spreads coldly here.

The voice gradually dissipated, Ji Qingyan pursed his pale lips, and slowly closed his eyes. He buried his face in Xi Jiansong's clothes, and the crystal drops of water slowly fell from his eyelids, and soon dried up on his face. on the eyelashes.

Nothing could be more hopeless than this.

The only direction that can't be seen clearly is the unknown, Ji Qingyan's pupils gradually collapsed, and the books beside him dissipated, fading into a slightly cold dark blue.

Like this endless night.

As the clock ticked by, the smart ring on Ji Qingyan's wrist flashed a red light. Because the temperature was too low, it completely crashed, and the light on the scale disappeared.

In the dark, a silver-gold butterfly passed through the storm tremblingly, flew towards Ji Qingyan slowly, and fluttered lightly on his ear.

The silver-gold butterfly fluttered its wings.