Become a Two-dimensional hero

"Haha, it seems that our fate is destined, and we can randomly go to a planet at random." Wei Qian said proudly.

Mozart frowned: "Can I skip this training?"

Wei Qian raised his eyebrows: "You swore yesterday that 'so what, just go', but today it becomes whether you can go or not, man, you are more fickle than women."

Mozart: "You don't understand, this planet..."

Wei Qian interrupted him: "I know everything I don't understand, too many people have died on this planet, and it's easy to make taboos." He covered his lips with his hands and made a silent gesture: "I heard that there are still ghosts over there. "

Mozart: "...do you still believe this?"

Wei Qian shrugged: "I don't believe it, gods and ghosts, just listen to it as a story. Don't you believe it?"

Mozart: "Of course..." He paused. He wanted to deny it, but he couldn't help but think of the God in Rosen's memory, so he didn't say the word of denial.

Wei Qian continued: "Don't even think about it. You can't escape this training. Do you think that I have never thought about it? Of course I have tried it a long time ago. The conclusion is that if I don't go, I won't be able to graduate."

Mozart: "...Okay." The two chatted a little more and hung up the phone.

Mozart sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. Sequoia Star, that was the place he had been to countless times in his nightmares.After the Jupiter incident, he would always have nightmares, he would be Rosen for a while, Mozart for a while, always trapped in the burning city, people screaming and wailing in the flames, the statues collapsed, and the sea of ​​fire woven There is no escape from the blocked fire net.

When he saw the ticket, he froze. The three words Sequoia Star seemed to burn, jumping from the paper ticket to his eyes, with an inescapable nightmare, followed by almost annihilation of fear.

He spoke to Peregrine Falcon in a low voice, and only when he faced this robot who knew all his secrets, could he open his heart: "I am very scared. Although I know that I should control my emotions with reason as Anna said, I still Afraid... I'm afraid I can't do it..."

Peregrine Falcon rolled to his side: "Why are you afraid that you can't do it?"

"Because the dream was so real, the memory boundary between Rosen and me became more and more blurred. Sometimes, I didn't even know who I was. I was afraid that if I got to Sequoia, I would no longer be able to distinguish the dream from the dream." Reality."

"But I believe you can do it."

Mozart was taken aback: "Why?"

Peregrine Falcon said seriously: "Mozart, you and Rosen are completely different. Feelings and experiences will make a person. Rosen may have experienced unforgettable pain, but you haven't. You don't even remember the parting with your parents, your uncle Although he is strict, he loves you. You have people you hate, but you have never hated anyone. The deepest thing in Rosen's heart is hate, and you are love. There is no strong or weak distinction between these two feelings, but according to my analysis According to human data, love always wins over hate."

Mozart repeated: "Love always wins over hate..." He suddenly thought of Qin Tian, ​​if he continues like this, will he never be able to face Qin Tian like before.He thought of the overwhelming sadness he felt when he saw Qin Tian for the last time and the hatch closed.

Mozart looked at his outstretched hands and gradually clenched them. He finally made up his mind that even if it was hell, he would go through this.

At the beginning of February, the ice and snow melted, and new shoots grew on the scorched earth.This city, which was almost destroyed in the flames of war, survived the long and cold winter and revived again when spring returns to the earth.

Mozart bid farewell to the three members of the Mo family: "No need to send it away! You still have to go to class."

Mo Jun reminded: "Spring has just arrived, and there will be a cold spring, so don't wear too little."

Anna: "Look at what you said, he's not stupid, Xiaoyu, come to play with my sister during the holidays haha."

Mozart nodded.

Mo Er looked at Peregrine Falcon reluctantly: "Come back often."

Mozart: "...Did you tell me or this robot?"

Mo Er raised his head: "Is there any difference, anyway, you have been together all the time."

Mozart: "...Actually, you don't miss me at all, you just miss whoever watches cartoons with you."

Mo Er laughed dryly: "Hahaha, it's getting late, let's go, you won't be able to catch up with the starship."

Mozart glared at him, then hugged Mo Jun, Anna, and Mo Er one by one.When hugging Mo Er, Mo Er whispered in Mozart's ear: "I will miss you!"

Mozart smiled lightly, rubbed Mo Er's head, turned and left with his luggage.

The last time I came to Jupiter, there were clusters of steel trees planted on the streets. This kind of tree is difficult to support on other planets, and it is extremely expensive.But on its home planet, Jupiter, given a little light and water, it can thrive.

Before boarding the plane, he glanced back at Jupiter's large steel-frame trees. These are newly planted seedlings. Although the branches are still bare, new green shoots can be vaguely hidden in them.Just like this city, it was destroyed in the flames of war and reborn in the spring breeze.

Mozart smiled slightly, what is more gratifying than witnessing the miracle of life.

The flight took off, and more than an hour later, he arrived at his destination, Sequoia Star.

As soon as he got off the starship, Mozart looked at the airport in front of him in a daze, if this is called an airport.The whole waiting room is a temporary shed, and the security staff are very perfunctory. It takes an hour or two for him to pass the security check in Jupiter. It is very casual here, and he leaves after 10 minutes. the airport.

After leaving the airport, Mozart apologized to the airport just now: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say you are shabby." Because compared with the outside, the airport can be said to be a luxury villa.

This place is completely different from what he remembered. The buildings on the street are either missing roofs or have holes.Mozart observed while looking for the accommodation address arranged by the school. He saw the same billboard as he remembered, except that it said "Welcome to Sequoia Star - the most heavenly place." Now there are only a few words left to read Clearly, the word "heaven" lacks arms and legs. After staring at it for a long time, I can vaguely see its original prosperity.

Pedestrians on the street were covered tightly, with only their eyes exposed. Mozart looked at them in doubt as they wrapped themselves like rice dumplings, until a gust of wind and sand blew by, he choked and coughed violently, and finally understood the school Why is the so-called protective clothing issued a hood and goggles.

He thought it was ugly at the time, so he didn't wear it, and just put it in his bag for emergencies. Now it seems that the school is still very thoughtful.He quickly took out his hood to cover his mouth and nose, put on goggles, and finally he could breathe smoothly.

Every step he takes, will bring up a cloud of dust. The ground here is not even repaired with cement, it is just the most primitive dirt road, and even the soil is strangely red.The Sequoia Star that Mozart saw in his memory, although not as good as the Capital Star, was still very prosperous on the surface because of the massive tourism construction. The streets were full of shops, and there were more hotels. There must be a hotel within ten meters.

But now, not to mention ten meters, Mozart looked at it, and there was no hotel within a radius of [-] meters.Most of the pedestrians he saw were elderly, and there were almost no young people.The whole city smelled of dying decay and dying.Jupiter was able to be reborn after the war, but Sequoia, it seems, was not so lucky.

Well, it cannot be said that there are no young people. Mozart looked quite young when he looked at the people surrounding him in front of him.

They all covered their heads and faces, their eyes were fierce, and they looked at Mozart as if they were looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.They shrunk into a circle and squeezed Mozart into the corner.Mozart said calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

The leader wearing a blue turban laughed: "A stranger?"

Mozart: "Well, what's the matter?"

Blue Turban: "Not much, you have two choices, hand over the valuables, or we beat you up before handing over."

The yellow headscarves of his group echoed: "Boy, if you are sensible, take the initiative, don't toast or eat fine wine."

Pedestrians came and went on the street, and no one came to stop the robbery in broad daylight, and no one was surprised. They seemed to be familiar with it.

Mozart also smiled: "You are very polite, toast first. But," he changed the subject, "I don't like to drink, and I don't even drink toasts or fines."

Several people around him were furious, and directly pulled out the folding machete hidden in their cuffs.Mozart threw the luggage away and ordered without looking back, "Help me carry it."

The peregrine falcon rolled around, caught the luggage firmly, and replied obediently: "Okay."

The leader of the blue turban gave an order, and six tall and burly men rushed up with machetes.They have no orthodox fighting training, and they are full of brute force. Mozart dodged the blade with a short body, and locked his throat with his wrists. First, if you cut off your hands, I will forgive you. Two," his tone suddenly became eerie, with a terrifying viciousness: "I'll cut it for you!"

The blue turban was so strangled that he couldn't speak, his eyes were wide open, trembling with fear.The other five people wanted to come up to rescue him, but Mozart let go of the blue turban, and then punched each of them to the ground.

Mozart stepped on the hand of the yellow turban lying on the ground and crushed it hard. The yellow turban screamed in pain and had to let go of the knife in his hand.Mozart bent down to pick up the knife, weighed it in his hand, and walked slowly towards the blue turban.

The blue turban coughed on the ground for a while before barely regaining some ability to speak.He looked at Mozart's tightly covered face, only the eyes under the goggles could be seen clearly, they were vicious like ghosts, the eyes overlapped with his childhood nightmares, he dared not say: "Rosen? "