After awakening the memory of the world

They walked across the long bridge and arrived at the desolation on the other side. Ji Qingyan seemed to be in a daze, and the badge in his palm was like a piece of ice. Xi Jiansong never crossed the bridge again. He didn't speak to Ji Qingyan, but Ji Qingyan just kept silent.

Nie Zhengrong pulled on his hood, the tears on his cheeks had been wiped away by Ji Qingyan, and he hid behind Ji Qingyan as if in fear, Xi Jiansong saw that the boy's arms were covered with criss-cross The scars, the light in the eyes moved slightly, but they were still vigilant.

He has seen so many tragic realities that Xi Jiansong can no longer be touched by them, he is just a little worried that Ji Qingyan will be injured because of this.

When Xi Jiansong left the bridge, the blue light of the smart ring slowly lit up, his expression was solemn, he just glanced at Ji Qingyan, and said in a low voice, "I will send you back first."

Ji Qingyan's expression was a bit inexplicable, he raised his head to look at Xi Jiansong, as if silently compromising, he blinked his eyes, lowered his head as if avoiding, and said, "Okay."

After temporarily suspending his position, Ji Qingyan handed over his authority in the Supervision Bureau, and led Nie Zhengrong to another piece of darkness.

"Brother," Nie Zhengrong leaned against Ji Qingyan, the corners of his lips raised slightly, Nie Zhengrong's cheeks were stained red, Ji Qingyan's expression was a little blank, the scenery outside the window intertwined under the high-speed movement of the aircraft Together, Ji Qingyan looked at the badge in his hand, his voice was a little low in the confined space.

"Why..." Ji Qingyan asked, the familiar imprint on the back of the badge made him a little dull.

"Because this is what you expected." Nie Zhengrong replied, he took off his hood, reached out and held Ji Qingyan's cheek: "From now on, we have always relied on each other Come on, brother."

Those irises, which are different from those on the bridge, are reflecting Ji Qingyan's dull eyes. The beautiful eyes are like purple gemstones, and the dusky color is as gentle as ever.

Ji Qingyan clenched his palms, with a little helplessness and loneliness: "Zheng Rong, where did you come from?"

Nie Zhengrong stared at Ji Qingyan, the smile on his lips disappeared like ice and snow melted, and he said, "Brother, like you, I am a person with nowhere to go."

"Brother, why did you take me away?" Nie Zhengrong withdrew his hand and leaned against Ji Qingyan's side again. His arms were covered with scars, which were covered under the long robe. Nie Zhengrong Zhengrong lowered his head, waiting for Ji Qingyan's answer.

"I don't know." Ji Qingyan avoided the question.

"I know, brother." Nie Zhengrong said, and he said with tolerance: "I knew it from the first time I saw you, brother."

"Are you afraid of your own necessity?"

"Fear?" Ji Qingyan muttered to himself, his black eyes shifted, he clenched his palms uneasily, and said as if waking up from a dream: "Maybe it's like this."

Nie Zhengrong's eyes were full of pain, he said: "Even if I don't use my eyes to spy, your star power is still being broken all the time."

"Brother, you said that you would use your own strength to find the truth, but before the beginning of this world, your coordinates have long been confused," Nie Zhengrong said to himself, as the ice and snow outside the window melted, and they drove out. Broken Eternal Night.

Not far away is the sporadic brilliance that fell from the Yaotai mirror. When he was about to approach the safe zone, Nie Zhengrong added the second half of the sentence: "One day, you will regret the truth you know."

After the rumbling sound disappeared, only Ji Qingyan was left alone on the flight. He lowered his head slightly to look at the lines on his palm. The golden-red lines continued to extend upwards along his right arm. The pain hurt him. He was already familiar with it like a regular meal, but sleepiness gradually enveloped him.

Xi Jiansong's text messages kept popping up, but Ji Qingyan didn't reply. He just set a destination for the navigation and drove forward at an extremely slow speed.

The highway was separated from the coastline, Ji Qingyan opened the window, and the cold sea breeze filled the interior of the aircraft in an instant. He curled up and stared at the ocean. His arm hurt so badly that even his whole body ached. When he got up, Ji Qingyan thought about what Nie Zhengrong said, and looked at the badge in his palm a little at a loss.

This is not his badge, but Ji Qingyan knows who the owner of this badge is, and with the familiar engraved pattern, Ji Qingyan knows that he can no longer indulge in illusions. After he hides the badge, blowing the sea breeze, Looking at the sea that is connected one by one, I was in a daze.

His heart has never been so peaceful, as if he was baptized by this magnificent ocean, blue and mysterious sea, Ji Qingyan hugged himself tightly.

He untied the smart ring, and wearing it for many days made his wrist red. At this moment, Ji Qingyan just wanted to think alone.

The long-lost house reappeared in front of Ji Qingyan, the flight slowly stopped and stopped at the side of the gate, and Ji Qingyan dragged his tired body back to his temporary residence.

He walked through the long stairs, and Ji Qingyan came to the bathroom. After taking off his clothes, he washed off in a hurry. The warm water took away the blood. Ji Qingyan's injuries had not been treated in time, and he was thin His body was covered with unhealed wounds.

He silently washed away the pain that could not be concealed, Ji Qingyan's beautiful black eyes did not waver, he just casually wiped off the water droplets on his body, bound up the wound hastily, and changed into soft pajamas.

Even after leaving for many days, there was not even the slightest bit of dust here. The smart housekeeper took care of the place very cleanly. Ji Qingyan dragged his tired body and returned to the bed. Just sleep.

As soon as Ji Qingyan's head touched the pillow, he fell into a drowsy sleep. He used too much strength, but he was just holding on. The dream was woven with a dark silence, and the silver-gold butterflies fluttered slowly. , Flying over the golden rice fields and the silent desert.

The smell of rust was wrapped in the wind, and Ji Qingyan understood that Nie Zhengrong's departure was to not drag him down, so he let go of his hand again.

Because of cowardice?Or because of his own hesitation?

There was no life in Ji Qingyan's dream, only the afternoon sun gradually came in from the side of the glass window.

The petals of the rose slowly fell from nowhere, and the elegant smell gradually dissipated. Ji Qingyan looked at the table, and there was a complicated formation drawn on the page. He was still holding a quill pen in his hand, as if because of I was stunned for a moment, and accidentally splashed ink on my sleeve.

He lowered his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.