It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 413 The world is impermanent
Feng Ling's short life of more than twenty years can be roughly divided into three stages:

At first, he learned the most basic education in the Big Windmill Welfare Home.

Then I went to the Sports College to learn self-protection skills.

Finally, enter society and use what you have learned to support yourself and live independently.

She had never been an emotional person and had never made any effort to make friends. She kept to herself most of the time and felt that life was dull and boring day after day.

Therefore, when death happens around her, she is often difficult to be touched.

Feng Shao and Ling Feiran are two people who carry the warm colors of her childhood memories, so they are quite special. But after all, they were friends more than ten years ago, and Feng Ling did not expect that her emotions would be affected so greatly.

When she learned of Feng's mother's death, she was just a little sad.

Feng Ling sat on the plane, his thoughts in a mess.

She thought that it was probably because she and Feng Shao had just met not long ago and she had seen him talking about a bright future at the dinner table, so when she suddenly learned of the death, the shock was even more intense. Coupled with Ling Feiran's shrill cry, her heart was almost broken...

……

When Feng Ling arrived at the funeral home, the ceremony had already ended. Ling Feiran was standing alone at the door of the funeral home holding the urn.

Feng Ling walked up to Ling Feiran, looked at the urn in her hand, and was silent for a long time.

Cicadas were chirping incessantly, and the scorching sun turned the concrete road a pale color.

Feng Ling's eyes were filled with mist, and he said, "Fei Fei, come back to Qingjiang with me."

Ling Feiran raised her head blankly and looked at Feng Ling, "...I want to send him back home."

home?

How can an orphan have a home? Feng Shao's father is a death row prisoner and his mother remarried and her whereabouts are unknown. Feng Ling thinks that the hometown Ling Feiran mentioned should be the Big Windmill Orphanage.

"Okay, then let's go back and pack our luggage and go back home." Feng Ling said.

……

The orphanage is located in an inconspicuous small city.

When Feng Ling first went to college, the orphanage was facing a financial shortage. Later, the director became seriously ill and the orphanage could no longer sustain itself. The children in the orphanage were gradually taken in by welfare institutions in nearby cities, and the Big Windmill Children's Welfare Home disappeared.

Although the orphanage no longer exists, the orphan cemetery still exists.

Given Feng Shao's situation, he could be buried here by paying a sum of money.

Feng Ling and Ling Feiran came to the funeral service center, consulted the staff about the procedures, and then filled out forms, paid fees, selected a site, and engraved a tombstone. They were so busy running around that they forgot about being sad.

It was already dusk when I finished my work.

The residual warmth from the scorching sun on the tombstone gradually dissipated as the sun set, as if the body temperature of the deceased was slowly cooling down.

Ling Feiran stood beside the tombstone, staring blankly around. The graves were neatly arranged in front of her, and the sadness in her heart became even stronger.

Feng Ling brought over a few bouquets of birds of paradise and asked, "Where should we put the flowers?"

Ling Feiran came back to her senses, took the bouquet, arranged it carefully, and then the two of them lit the paper money.

Ling Feiran took out some photos and burned them as well. "Aren't you going to keep them as a souvenir?" Feng Ling asked.

Ling Feiran shook her head slowly, "There is an electronic version saved in my phone. I'll burn these for him down there as a souvenir."

"I don't know if there really is an underworld after death." Feng Ling sighed softly.

"Who knows..." Ling Feiran murmured and threw the photo into the fire.

The fire grew bigger.

Then, as the paper money burned, it gradually became smaller.

Finally it turned into a pool of ash.

There is a faint red light deep in the ashes, like the last unwilling struggle of life.

Ling Feiran stared at the gradually fading red spot and asked Feng Ling softly, "I didn't scare you when I was on the phone this morning, did I?"

Feng Ling was silent for a moment, then answered frankly, "Yes, a little."

The Feng Fei in her memory was precocious and reserved, and even if she cried, her tears would be silent.

Ling Feiran looked at the ashes in front of the tombstone and said, "I didn't expect that I would be like that... Actually, I couldn't cry the whole time. When I saw the body, when it was sent to the crematorium, when I got the urn... I was obviously very sad, but I didn't shed a single tear. I almost thought I was a cold-blooded person. Then I received your call. I don't know what happened. I suddenly felt so sad. I couldn't stop crying."

Ling Feiran chuckled miserably, "I didn't even have time to cry, my tears just rushed out one after another, it's really strange."

Feng Ling thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe it's because you trust me."

Ling Feiran continued, "When I was crying, I asked myself in my heart, what am I sad about? Am I sad that he left me forever, or am I sad that I have become a person and have to face loneliness alone from now on? Are my tears flowing for him, or for myself? ... Why do I still think about myself after something like this happened? Feng Ling, tell me, am I very selfish? Very bad?"

Feng Ling didn't say anything, just listened to her quietly.

She said: "When we were little, Mother Feng asked us what our dreams were. Some wanted to be astronauts, and some wanted to be the richest man in the world. But I knew in my heart very early that for children like us, it would be a great fortune to have a stable job, a close partner, and a home of our own when we grow up."

She said: "I really want to have a family... I will be a good wife and a good mother. I will clean the house every day, cook a lot of delicious food, and never lose my temper. The father of the child is also a very good person. He does not gamble or drink, and he will not hit anyone casually... I just want a family like this, even if it is a little poor, as long as it belongs to me, but why... is it so difficult?"

Tears fell again.

Ling Feiran looked at the words on the tombstone and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, Xiao Shao, I'm really too selfish. I kept nagging about it, all out of my own sadness, and didn't consider your feelings."

As she spoke, her voice became lighter, "Fortunately, you are not in too much pain."

Feng Ling frowned silently and looked at Ling Feiran, "Fei Fei, how did Feng Shao die?"

Ling Feiran lowered her eyes and replied faintly: "When carrying out the mission, I encountered an alien species..."

"He is a scavenger, how could he encounter aliens?" Feng Ling was puzzled, "Didn't the monitoring team clear the area?"

"It's cleared, but..." Ling Feiran recalled Duan Fei's words, "That alien species seems to have the ability to fake its death. There's nothing we can do about it. This kind of work... is bound to encounter accidents. The monitoring team has done their best."

Feng Ling asked: "Is that what the Guangshan Branch said? Have you seen the official action report?"

"What? Are you going to question the Supervisory Bureau?" Ling Feiran smiled faintly, and the tears on her face gradually dried up. "Last time you were trapped in the tunnel, it was the Supervisory Bureau that spent money and effort to rescue you. Now you are one of the most important people, and you can't avoid dealing with the Supervisory Bureau. You have to be steady in doing things. As for Xiao Shao... things in the world are unpredictable, that's probably what they mean..."

Ling Feiran looked at the tombstone, guilt hitting her heart like a cold wave, she murmured, "Things are unpredictable."