After awakening the memory of the world

There are only ruins left at the Jiangcha construction site, and the desolation reflects the place. The light blue ice crystals condense and fall, and the white snow covers the torn apart buildings. twisted up.

Across the forest in the west, the black bridge stands quietly.

They continued to walk forward in this long darkness, Ji Qingyan never knew that his strength could last for so long, Xi Jiansong held his hand, still vigilant about the messages from all around.

They are about to pass through the worst part of the snowy area. The bridge deck is smooth due to layers of ice, and the condensed ice crystals are falling freely in the sky. This journey always seems to be very far away, and the destination is nothing but ruins. The secrets in the dust, as time goes by, seem to be silent forever.

Ji Qingyan was walking beside Xi Jiansong, the distance between them was very close, and he felt that his audible breath was a little hot. When he silently grasped Xi Jiansong's warm palm, he suddenly felt that this The road is not very far.

The warm palm transmits heat, and Xi Jiansong blocks the cold around him. Ji Qingyan controls his bibliography, floating on one side with a faint light.

The bright light of the star energy is hidden in the ice crystals, the sound of the wind and snow is so low, the color of the sky gradually fades from black to dark gray, when Ji Qingyan raised his head, far away light-years away, A star grazed the surface of the planet, splitting the sky at this moment in two.

The magnificent colors were hidden in the gray clouds, and the night bird flapped its huge wings towards them.

The cold air gradually faded, a figure slowly appeared from the mist, Nie Zhengrong's figure appeared in front of them again, Ji Qingyan's palms tightened, and he wanted to move forward, but was held back by Xi Jiansong After touching his hand, his complexion was not good, but a little heavy, Xi Jiansong said, "Don't go."

Ji Qingyan's black pupils gradually narrowed, and he said firmly, "No, I have to go."

"His injury hasn't been healed yet," Ji Qingyan's eyes gradually became lonely, and his voice was filled with gravel like gravel. The cold ice crystals in the air condensed. He seemed a little cold, shrinking his fingers, Even the body temperature began to cool down.

Ji Qingyan stared at Nie Zhengrong, and the other party's hood was put on again, and a large amount of blood flowed from his ribs, smearing the gray robe.

That thin figure was standing alone in front of them at the moment.

Xi Jiansong stared at each other, the boy's eyes were covered under a huge hood, thick blood slowly dripped from his gray robe, and the cold ice fell on the ice layer.

"I'm with you." Xi Jiansong said, he pursed his lips, his tea-golden eyes seemed to be stained with helplessness, or silently agreed, "Let's go."

Ji Qingyan smiled silently, his pale face was full of sadness, he let go and walked towards Nie Zhengrong.

Xi Jiansong followed behind Ji Qingyan, his fingertips entwined with electric arc waves and hid in the cold air, Ji Qingyan slowly approached Nie Zhengrong, his eyes were filled with heartache and self-blame, and the books beside him gradually revealed Looking at his figure, Ji Qingyan's voice was soft.

"Can I treat you?" Ji Qingyan slowly approached the boy.

Nie Zhengrong's figure seemed to be trembling, water stains gradually fell down his cheeks, Yeniao's eyelids moved slightly, and disappeared into the dark night.

"Did you send me the letter last time?" Ji Qingyan stopped at a safe social place, light green brilliance escaped from his book, and the brilliance condensed into thin fallen leaves, stopping Nie The injury on Zheng Rong's body.

Nie Zhengrong nodded, his voice was a little weak, with heartbreaking choking: "I'm in so much pain."

The slightly cold embrace, warm tears, and that thin body all made Ji Qingyan feel anxious. He patted Nie Zhengrong's back with a hesitant expression.

"Ji Qingyan." Xi Jiansong reminded aloud, his expression didn't change at all, his eyes were still alert, and the slight crackling sound of his palms echoed on the silent bridge.

Ji Qingyan took Nie Zhengrong's hand full of scars, looked up at Xi Jiansong, the familiar badge protruded outwards, passed from Nie Zhengrong's hand to Ji Qingyan's, so he once again He was clearly aware of the distance between himself and Xi Jiansong.

The distant sense of belonging is like a long thread that is tense at any time, and it is about to break. Ji Qingyan dare not show his emotions on his face, but his eyes are now covered with a thin layer of mist.

He wants to ask Xi Jiansong a lot, and also wants to confess a lot, but here, the time is wrong and the place is wrong, Ji Qingyan can only look at Xi Jiansong, hoping that the other party can understand his despair and fear.

But the unspoken scars are always full of silence, no one sees, and no one pays attention to it, Ji Qingyan understands painfully, his knuckles are cold, and his breathing is low.

He remained silent, as if he had made another decision inadvertently, Ji Qingyan's eyelashes trembled.

"Are you afraid?" Xi Jiansong's voice was restrained, and he said, "I won't stop your decision, but can you tell me why?"

"Is it because you are pitying this child?" Xi Jiansong's eyes changed their original color and gradually became colder. He approached Ji Qingyan, not understanding why the other party suddenly changed his mind.

"I'm sorry..." Ji Qingyan said weakly, he wanted to explain, but fell silent again, his voice was low as if denying Xi Jiansong's words, he couldn't stop Xi Jiansong from approaching him, so He trembled.

Ji Qingyan blinked, those obsidian-like eyes seemed to be water-stained.

"Are you sure he's safe?" Xi Jiansong asked, his voice was flat but unconcealably sharp, which seemed too aggressive to Ji Qingyan.

Ji Qingyan pursed his bloodless lips, and his voice was broken in the wind and snow, as if he was muttering to himself: "...I don't know."

The boy was holding Ji Qingyan's fingers, and Ji Qingyan's heart began to tremble, and the other party's emotions were continuously transmitted to Ji Qingyan from the links on the pages of the book.

Fear, sadness, and pain enveloped Ji Qingyan all at once, his vision began to appear hallucinatory, Ji Qingyan grasped Nie Zhengrong's hand in vain, his thoughts were chaotic, Ji Qingyan didn't seem to know Talked, silent no longer speak.

Xi Jiansong stared at Ji Qingyan, and walked past Ji Qingyan as if acquiescing.

Ji Qingyan led Nie Zhengrong behind Xi Jiansong, the overlapping palms were so cold, Ji Qingyan thought, his black eyes stared at Nie Zhengrong's thin and thin hands, and they walked into the distance.