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Chapter 82 82. Let's grow old together in this life

It was two days later that I met Shen Ye.

Jiang Jianxin made an appointment with him to have dinner at the Rose Restaurant, so he booked a table in advance and went to wait for him at the table.

The Rose Restaurant belongs to the Rose Group and is a place only the rich people in the base can go.

Jiang Jianxin sat by the window and looked at the dome of the Rose Restaurant covered with Baroque-style reliefs, and the copper-gilt chandelier that cast warm light on the dark green velvet tablecloth.

Shen Ye hadn't arrived yet, so she took a sip of the tea on the table out of boredom.

The restaurant's waiter, his black vest ironed to perfection, was moving between tables carrying silver trays. The rich aroma of pan-fried foie gras wrapped in black truffles wafted from the kitchen.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are the tall, pale buildings of the Dawn Base, while inside the windows is immersed in the violin concerto.

The lady sitting next to me was not sure if she was a relative of some powerful person in the base. She was talking to the little sister with a rosy face about how hard it was to buy luxury goods after the apocalypse.

The South Sea pearls around her neck were halos, and a glass of high-end red wine was placed diagonally in the silver ice bucket beside the table.

“Bang—————”

When the waiter brought the dishes, Shen Ye, also wearing a black jacket, pushed open the door of the restaurant and sat down opposite her table.

"I'm sorry, Sage, I'm late."

Jiang Jianxin shook her head indifferently. The densely populated area where Shen Ye lived was far away from the Rose Restaurant, but she only needed to walk a few steps from the villa area to get there.

It was Shen Ye's first time in such a high-end restaurant, and he felt a little awkward listening to the violin music in the restaurant.

Jiang Jianxin saw his awkwardness and started the conversation directly:

"It's been a while since we last met. How have you been lately?"

Shen Ye nodded. The usually silent Black King of the Madhouse couldn't help but smile, revealing the dimples on his cheeks.

"I like where I live now. There are a lot of people here, it's lively, and neighbors look out for each other."

“A wonderful and blissful feeling.”

Shen Ye paused and concluded.

Jiang Jianxin nodded, feeling relieved to see that he was adapting well to his life.

She thought of something, rubbed her hands, and asked expectantly:

"I asked you to come here mainly to ask you something."

Shen Ye restrained his smile and said solemnly:

"You say."

Can you make emoticons?

Shen Ye: “?”

He was a little confused, and it took him a while to understand what Jiang Jianxin was talking about. Shen Ye said helplessly:
"Sir... have you forgotten my eyes?"

He has trouble sending emojis, let alone making emoticons.

Jiang Jianxin hissed and then remembered that Shen Ye was blind. Although he was blind, his hair covered his eyes, so people could not see his lifeless eyes.

Moreover, because he had been blind for a long time, he had adapted to it and it no longer affected his life much. His behavior was no different from that of a normal person. This also caused Jiang Jianxin to occasionally forget about his eye disease.

After knowing that Shen Ye would not do it either, Jiang Jianxin sighed and changed the subject:

"I've heard something about your upstairs and downstairs thing lately."

Shen Ye nodded:
"I know the whole story, and if your excellency is interested, I can tell you."

Jiang Jianxin was indeed interested. She ordered two glasses of red wine and let Shen Ye continue to talk slowly.

"I've already told you what happened before. The female violinist went to the battlefield at Hope Base. The pianist stopped playing the piano and was very sad all day long."

Shen Ye rubbed his temples, thinking of the sad story he had heard in bits and pieces afterwards.

The Hope Base was trapped in a swarm of Zerg. The female violinist, as a combat-type talent, went to the front line and died on the night of the Zerg counterattack.

The pianist received the news the next morning. When Shen Ye opened the door, he was curled up on the third step, the hem of his brown windbreaker piled up into wrinkled waves, and the bright rose in his arms had two petals wilted.

The corridor was filled with the scent of overnight rain, and the morning light slanted in through the window, casting the outline of his face like a plaster statue.

Sobs mixed with the smell of rust echoed in the corridor, and cigarette butts were scattered around the man's feet.

Shen Ye didn't know what he was thinking.

But I didn't see him again after that bitter morning. I heard that he used all his savings to buy a storage watch, put the piano inside the storage watch, and volunteered to go to Hope Base for support.

The pianist is a person with auxiliary talent, and his ability strength is just at level D.

——But his talent path includes blood sacrifice.

This is a path that has received mixed reviews from the world. It can instantly provide gifted people with powerful strength, but often at the cost of flesh and blood.

For most people, it is the devil of greed and a useless path.

However, this path, which is despised by the world, also has its own strengths.

Its power lies in the fact that as long as you are willing to sell your body and soul to it, you can instantly gain the power to change the world.

——The path of [Blood Sacrifice] is a brilliant firework that blooms with one's own body as the bet. It can make a small person become a great hero, and allow ordinary people to fight for their beliefs at the end of their lives.

On that moonlit night, the pianist, wearing a brown windbreaker, walked up to the wall of Hope Base with her piano and her violin.

The moonlight on the city wall was pale blue, and the iron-gray wall extended into the wilderness with a steep drop of dozens of meters. The moonlight flowed like a river among the rugged rocks, reflecting tens of millions of scarlet insect eyes.

Looking down from a high place at the wilderness where the lover was buried, under the desolate moonlight, it was already crawling with insects like a tide.

The sound of the shells rubbing against each other came from deep within the earth, as if the earth was chewing on bones.

“do————”

I placed the violin on the lid and felt the cold keys when I touched my old friend.

He suddenly remembered the first time he met her. The girl rested her head on the violin and plucked the longbow. The long and melodious sound of the violin mixed with the chirping of cicadas outside the window became an echo that moved his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be with you soon."

The pianist muttered to himself.

“Dong——————————————”

The first heavy note tore through the night sky. The moment the powerful force of blood sacrifice awakened in his veins, he saw his shadow explode in the moonlight. Countless scarlet vines grew wildly from the piano resonance box and swept towards the swarm of insects around the city wall.

"Wow————"

A large number of insects were overturned, and the insects farther away suddenly stopped, with all their compound eyes turning towards the sky at the same time - that was the predator's instinctive alertness to danger.

“Dong—dong—dong———————”

The moonlight began to boil.

Sticky blood oozed out of the black and white keys, and every chord shattered large pieces of insect armor.

"Boom——————"

"Boom——————"

The sound waves, wrapped in the cool night breeze, condensed in the void, and a huge white sound wave shield sheltered the entire Hope Base.

He heard the crisp sound of his bones cracking like porcelain, and the blood sacrifice was burning his life, but the pianist suddenly laughed out loud - those talented people who crawled out of the pile of insect corpses were now stumbling into the protective shield he had built with his burning lives.

“Dong————————————”

When the seventh variation sounded, a huge fantasy golden circle lit up at the end of the wilderness, large flakes of catkins flew out of the golden circle, and warm skylight fell.

But the pianist could no longer see. The last image on his retina was moonlight condensed into a familiar human shape on the piano lid.

The shadowy figure of a young girl leaned over and kissed his cracked fingertips. Her translucent arms passed through the flowing musical notes and hugged him, who was covered in blood, above the swarm of rampaging insects.

Outside the protective shield, the daydreamer who hurried over saw a scene he would never forget.

The silvery moonlight and scarlet vines intertwined into a cocoon, and the broken notes bloomed into the shape of roses in the insect tide.

And the flesh-and-blood piano that devours everything is using the entire wilderness as its piano case, playing a requiem that burns away the night.

“Dong——————————”

When the last sound died down, the performer had disappeared into the cocoon devoured by the blood sacrifice, leaving only a pool of blood.

Under the warm sky, amidst the flying willow catkins, the piano and violin are still snuggling together.

White catkins scattered on the piano keys and fell into the violin strings, like a thick layer of snow.

Zuo Siquan floated in the air in silence, and suddenly remembered a sentence.

[If we can get wet in the snow together one day, we can grow old together in this life. ]

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Here I come, here I come. I revised it several times and finally got that feeling. Today is the highlight moment for the little people! (≧≦)