MTL - Qizi-Chapter 107 Ganda

Fuxi rushed into the fire, only to see the lonely hurricane, except for a body that was obviously not a celestial person.

"Hurricane! Ling Xiao!" The huge explosion sounded again and again, Fuxi could only yell at him.

The hurricane stood there, no matter whether it was an explosion or a buzzing sound, it was completely unknown.

Another loud noise, a large piece of debris fell, and it was not far away. Fuxi knows how long it will last, and can only take the hurricane away before saying it.

"It's going to be ruined here, hurry up!" He pulled the hurricane and didn't even pull it.

Seeing that the hurricane had a lifeless love, the Fuxi could only scream with hatred, erected the palm of his hand and stunned the other side, rushing toward the coma.

The burning obstacles fell, and the way to the road was stopped. The fuss was lifted, and the flame in front was extinguished by layers, opening a path of ice and snow.

With a hurricane, Fuxi rushed out of the starship at the fastest speed. Nie Yun hurried in a spaceship and carried them away. Just out of danger, I saw a flash of fire in the sky, and the eagle was completely smashed, such as a grand fireworks, and it was dissipated after the erosion.

This starship, which has been wanted by the military for decades, has finally come to its death in this form.

Long Yan looked at the hurricane brought back, the other party has already woken up from the coma, but did not say a word, both eyes lost, not the same as a walking soul.

This is also the most thorough loss in Long Yin's life. For many years, the Nanzheng North has not been able to end up as bad as today.

The people around him were waiting for his instructions, and Long Hao sighed. "Go back to the ground and go to the command center."

"I want to go back to school." The hurricane, which had never been open, suddenly said.

The subordinates looked at the dragons indefinitely.

"I want to go back to school." The hurricane repeated again.

Long Hao can only wave his hand in no way, "first send him back."

The fleet of the military landed on the Imperial Apron, and the hurricane took the small gray and walked down the spacecraft.

"It doesn't matter if he let him go back alone?" Nie Yun asked in the back without any confidence.

Fu Xi looked at the back of his departure and his eyes were complicated. "Just let him be quiet first."

The long night has passed, the sky is white, the hurricane bends down and puts down the small gray, and the moment of raising the head is just the first sunshine on the dawn. He subconsciously raises his hand to cover his eyes, avoiding it, he can’t talk about it. The glare of light.

Although the weather is very early, there are still students who are doing morning exercises on campus. When the hurricane is on the road, they will listen to the oncoming person and rush to him:

"Hurricane! Your home is in trouble and you are going to see it!"

A hurricane, "What are you talking about?"

The classmate who was running in the morning thought he didn't hear it, and repeated it aloud. "I said that you are so early today, do you walk the dog?"

After a few seconds of hurricane, I realized that I had just misunderstood and lost my mind.

The classmates who greeted him looked back at him in amazement. What happened to the hurricane today?

Once again, he returned to his dormitory with Ling Xiao. The huge photo on the wall reminded me of the fact that Ling Xiao had existed here. The hurricane slowly sat down at the bed and looked at the photo for a moment. Extend your hand to the chest.

In the pocket of the chest, there was a token left by the lover of the past life. The hurricane touched it there. He did not touch the peach core, but only found a small metal round box.

He stroked the surface of the round box to reveal the two rings inside. He took one of them and the date engraved on it was still yesterday.

Xiao Gray struggled to climb the bed. He did not dare to do this when the hurricane was in the past, but today the hurricane did not catch it. It put his small head on the hurricane leg, light gray eyes. There is a sorrow that is not inferior to the other.

The sunset rose again, the time outside was changing, and the time in the house stayed on that day forever. The sound of the door screamed outside the door, and the red hair shouted:

"Hurricane! You have not left the house for three days and three nights, and I will be hard to open without opening the door!"

The door was silent, and the red hair exchanged a look with the hail. They moved into the hurricane dormitory and turned back to the hail. They opened the door.

"Hurricane! How long do you want to stay here?" Red Mao said nothing in the bedroom, the light inside and outside has changed suddenly, he suddenly did not adapt.

Clearly outside the window, the sun was shining, but here a thick layer of curtains was pulled. There was no light coming in, just like a man-made night, never coming to its dawn.

The hurricane sat there motionless, next to the small gray that didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights.

When Red Mao saw this scene, it was sad and resentful. When he rushed to the window, he would open the curtains.

"Don't pull the curtains."

The hurricane, which is no different from the petrochemical, suddenly whispered.

The action of the red hair stopped midway, the curtains were opened and the curtains were squeezed in. The sun shook in a narrow light and tried to illuminate the surroundings.

The red hair stood by the window, facing the window, and the sun shone on his face. It was so warm, and his hand holding the curtain shook.

Hail looked at everything in his eyes, sighed and walked over and whispered. "I know that your mood is very sad now, but at least you have to think about it for the little gray, continue to follow you so dripping, it will dead."

The hail words made the hurricane, which had been stiff and motionless, move, and he lowered his head, and he saw that the little ash there was dying.

The rain set reaches out and "Give it to me."

After the hurricane hesitated, he picked up the little ash and handed it to him. After only three days of hard work, it was thinner than before, and even touched the bone when holding it.

Hail watched the rain set take the little ash away, once again bent down. "As the person I have seen, the most powerful of you, it is time to cheer up. We are all looking forward to seeing you better. Losing a friend is enough to make us sad, not even losing you."

"Remember? At the entrance exam, Ling Xiao said that you are his pride. I believe that Ling Xiao does not want to see his former pride become like this. He is such a sunny, cheerful and positive person, please Also with him like this, actively live."

After saying this, Hail straightens up and greets the red hair. "Let's go."

The red hair turned around and the face was still seeing dry tears.

The room was restored to silence again, and after a long time, the people in the room finally got the action.

***

Fu Xi looked at the person in front of him, although he had worked hard to sort out the instrument, but that kind of embarrassment is lingering.

The hurricane did not speak, waiting for Fuxi to decide his stay.

"I have already discussed it with other instructors," Fuxi said after a long time. "You can go to the combat command system, or any of the majors you are interested in. You don't have to make decisions now, etc. Once you have the selected major, let me know."

The hurricane calmly nodded, "Okay."

Seeing him like this, Fuxi is even more uncomfortable. He walked to the side of the hurricane, raised his hand, put on the other's shoulder, and pressed down hard.

"I am sorry," he said.

The hurricane turned 90 degrees, and he honoured a military ceremony and went out without going back.

Someone waited for him outside the door of his dormitory, saw him back, and stood up straight.

"Hurricane, you are back, I just knocked on the door, you are not there, your classmate said that you are out."

The hurricane looked at some nervous Ganges and greeted him faintly.

"What are you doing?"

"I..." The Ganges bowed his head. "I heard about Ling Xiao, I am sorry, and very sad."

This is the second time the hurricane heard a similar word in a short time. He is somewhat numb.

"Thank you for visiting." The hurricane replied succinctly.

"There is..."

The Ganges hesitated to take a small chip out of his pocket. "This is the relic of Ling Xiao. I think it is better to give it to you."

The hurricane was picked up with **** and found to be a stereoscopic image memory card.

"What is it inside?"

"...you will know when you look at it."

After the Ganges River, the hurricane returned to the room and smoothly inserted the memory card into the player. The beginning of the film was blank. He took off his coat in the bedroom and listened to the familiar voice from the living room.

"I am going to receive a treatment. After this treatment, I may lose all the memories of these three months..."

The hurricane dropped his jacket and stumbled back to the living room. There was one more person in the middle of the room. He sat there, telling the words seriously:

"...For me, these memories are extremely valuable, so I chose to record it, even if I really forget it in the future, I won't lose it."

The hurricane stepped closer and hard to approach him. He raised his hand in disbelief and stretched out to the close-knit person. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to him, he was getting closer and closer. The distance of the year.

He finally came to the position where his cheeks should be, but he did not touch anything. His hand crossed the image of Ling Xiao and made an arc in the air.

Xiao Gray also ran out and saw Ling Xiao excitedly fluttering, but crossed him and fell to the ground. It was not willing to turn around and flutter again and again, traversing from the image of Ling Xiao, and he couldn’t touch him, and he was anxious to scream.

Under the projection, Ling Xiao looked at the direction of the camera, and the gaze passed through the body of the hurricane and landed on the wall behind him.

The player works professionally and his voice continues.

"...he took me to the beach, it was our honeymoon trip. We dive in the air bubbles, heat the sea into a hot spring, make a wish to the meteor... He drew a picture for me, I took it in In my secret warehouse, with the rest of the things he sent me..."

Secret warehouse...?

The hurricane seemed to think of something, and rushed back to the bedroom and rummaged through it. He looked inside and out, and finally found a black box under the bed that Ling Xiao died and refused to show him.

He picked up the box and tried to open it several times, but gave up. A long time ago, the words that Ling Xiao said had seemed to echo back clearly in my ear.

- If one day I am dead, you will open it and have a look.

After another century, the lid was finally opened. The first thing that caught the eye was a broken piece of cloth. The hurricane recognized that it was the corner of the cuff that was cut when the house fell, or was he handed it to Ling Oh.

It was on that day that Ling Xiao held the cloth tightly and vowed not to make anyone's deed before the screen of the screen, but eventually became his own deed – until a few days ago.

The first painting he painted for Ling Xiao was pressed under the cloth strip, and the top of it was squinting, and happiness was about to break through the paper.

The hurricane picked up the painting and revealed the plastic bag below. The pink package was shy from the inside out, and there was also a little girl wearing a magic suit.

He carefully recognized it for a long time, and finally remembered that this was the strawberry bread he bought for Ling Xiao. He couldn't think of him leaving the bag down. The thing that he gave him in Lingkou mouth actually meant this.

The hurricane carefully removed the bag one by one, 24 bags of bread and 24 bags. He counted them one by one, and there were a lot of ones, and one did not fall until the last one was taken, but he found that the bottom was still pressing a bag that was no longer pink.

The hurricane picked up a yellow bag with a banana pattern with a trembling hand. The silly figure that couldn't be eaten even in the past was confidently placed in front of him.

- Who is bullying who is not necessarily, by the way tells you that I prefer banana flavor to strawberries.

- If you are standing in front of you is the lover of your life, I don't believe that you are willing to do what he did to me yesterday!

- You are really great, I am very proud.

- If you have to make a wish, what I hope more than you can get is not to lose.

- Hurricane, I like you, I liked it a long time ago. It is great to be able to say this in an equal capacity.

Tears are dripping on the bag, blurring the pattern above. If everything can be repeated, if you can know Ling Xiao’s mind earlier, if you regret it now, you won’t be so overwhelmed.

Ling Xiao’s voice came from the room next door, like a time spanning the millennium, came to him.

"...but if you really forget it, and the memory of recovery is not as good as it is now, I will not regret the decision made today. Because only he knows the efforts we have made, it is unfair, this kind of experience The feelings that I have finally gotten, I want to share with him anyway..."

***

After four and a half years

"See? We are mostly on the left hand side, and the more we turn to the right, the more we stand in the middle, the middle line of the whole school, because the joint warfare system is the only one. 1 professional." Someone is introducing to the new students.

"Really!" The freshman looked around the road, and suddenly pointed to a person wearing a dark blue suit. "Why? No, there is a deed in front of him, how is there no one around him?" ”

The man looked at the back of the pen, and his eyes were filled with sympathy.

"He, he was originally a student of our department, but because of the accident, he transferred to the command line. But every year at the beginning of the school and graduation ceremony, he will come back to participate, and the position around him will always be empty. of."

Half a year was fleeting. The hurricane passed the last semester of Yutian. Before leaving, he went to Fuxi to say goodbye. Although he is no longer his student, Fuxi has always taken care of him for several years. plus.

"Is it decided? Don't go to the military."

"Yes," the hurricane replied.

"Although a little pity, but respect your decision. Any time you change your mind, you can come to me at any time."

The hurricane paid a courtesy and left with him after bidding farewell to him.

The priest watered the flowers in the courtyard of the church, and a yellow sports car drove over and quietly parked outside the courtyard.

From the car, a person, wearing sunglasses, dragging a suitcase in his hand, followed by a tall and mighty gray wolf.

During the five years that Ling Xiao left, the hurricane often came here. The pastor was very familiar with him, and sometimes he stayed in the room, and lived in the room where Ling Xing lived.

"You graduated."

"Well," the hurricane nodded. "Can I live here?"

"Of course," the priest smiled and let him go. "As long as you don't think the room is small, you can live for a long time."

The hurricane slammed him slightly, and with a small gray, entered the church door.

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