Fog Era

"I..." Ling Xing was taken aback and looked towards Shi Tiexin unexpectedly: "Is it so obvious?"

"Obvious, very obvious. "

She touched her face: "I thought I acted very well."

"Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, what can she do? "Shi Tiexin accepted his fate and accepted his unique personality: "Come on, talk to Uncle. Uncle, I may not be able to solve any problems, but I promise I am a good listener."

Shi Tiexin's "Uncle" didn't know which point of her laughter was hit by Shi Tiexin, and it made Ling Xing amused all of a sudden. Amidst the laughter, the fireworks erupting in front of me gradually faded, the light gradually dimmed, and at last there was only a small flame that extinguished.

Ling Xing didn't laugh, he looked at the flames blankly, and finally sighed: "You said, should people live like a meteor, or should they live their lives first?"

Shi Tiexin, who asked this question, was a little caught off guard, and a warrior withered like a cherry blossom appeared in front of him.

After a daze, Shi Tiexin said: "This question comes from the mouth of a young girl in season. Do you know what others think?"

"What do you think?"

"Others will think this girl is pretending to be hypocritical, or pretending to be free. Use some unfathomable mystery philosophies to decorate her youthfulness, the purpose is to make herself appear mature, profound, and brilliant. "

Ling Xingjian couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Oh..."

"However, I think you are not only hurting the spring and sadness, but tentatively look at you first. Take a look." Shi Tiexin turned his head and looked towards Ling Xing: "How do you think you should live?"

"I thank you for looking up!" Ling Xing couldn't help but see Yixiyi. PIA’s slapped Shi Tiexin, then looked at the remains of the fireworks and sighed: “I used to think I should live like fireworks. But unfortunately, the fireworks are so brilliant when they are beautiful, but when they are extinguished, they are fleeting. Just like this. A group of flames, a cold wind blows, and in the end there is only a group of fireless embers, and endless memorials."

Shi Tiexin's thoughts were not obscured by appearances, and his words pointed to the core: "It seems that you are Seeing things and thinking about people."

"..." Seeing that Ling Xing was silent, he fiddled with the remaining fire with a small wooden stick, and finally sighed faintly: "Yes."

Shi Tiexin's voice is very kind: "Can you ask, who is it that makes you endlessly remember?"

"It's my dad." Ling Xingjian took a deep breath: "Today is His death day. I went to the cemetery to see him, and then I didn’t want to stay in the so-called “home”, so I ran out. It’s just that you didn’t expect that you were really at school and let you stay with me for half the night, blame Sorry."

Shi Tiexin continued: "I think, your father should be the kind of gorgeous person."

"It's not too gorgeous, maybe even Said unknown." Ling Xing saw lifts the head, the stars in the sky shone, and her eyes also reflected a little brilliance: "He is a soldier, an airborne soldier. In 2008, there was an earthquake in Xizhili, Shuzhou, and he went to rescue the disaster. It is said that the disaster occurred. Urgently, he risked his death and descended into the mountains. Then, all he sent back was a letter of death and a pension of three hundred yuan."

The voice of Ling Xing saw casually, as if telling someone else's story. But Shi Tiexin was silent. He didn't know how to comfort him in this situation.

Suddenly remembered how old Liu was as a dad, Shi Tiexin whispered: "Your father, how is your relationship with you?"

"Alright, not bad , It's pretty good." Ling Xing looked a little lonely when he saw his arms around his knees: "I don't remember very clearly. I remember that he is busy all year round, in the army. But occasionally when he goes home, He would bring me gifts. He would lift me up to the sky, tell me stories, take me to play, teach me to catch birds with a slingshot, and teach me to handle guns and sticks."

"He... He is really busy, but every time he comes back, I am very happy. At that time, our family was very happy and the mother was very virtuous. He would often say that father is the backbone of the family and the backbone. In my memory, father is also very handsome. The family photo looks dazzling."

"At that time, it was the most beautiful time for fireworks."

Ling Xingjian said that, bite I bit my lip, and my emotions slowly became agitated: "But, what's the use? What's the use!"

"I was five years old when the Shuzhou earthquake occurred, and I still remember he received the order When I was about to leave, I was scared, very scared, so I hugged his legs and clung to his clothes, not letting him go."

"I remember he touched my head and said to me He is a great hero, and the great hero should go to the most difficult and most difficult place to guard home, defend the country, and rescue the people."

"I remember him saying that father is like Sun Wukong and can soar into the clouds and mount the mists, come and go."

"I remember him saying that when I think of him, I look at his photos. Just look at it for a while and he will fly back like Sun Wukong. Appeared in front of me."

"But, but! But I look, look, no matter how I look, he never came back!"

"Finally, he really It turned into a photo, and it was put in the Spirit Hall forever..."

Ling Xing saw her mouth clenched, and then held back, she stared at the extinguished fireworks, in her voice. Filled with resentment: "What's the use of a hero? A hero is righteous, great and glorious, but what about my relatives? My mother and I are orphans and widows, with no income. How long will a 300 yuan pension be enough to live?"

"If a person is dead, does he know how we survived? Does he know what kind of person my mother is now? He knows how painful we are and how much I miss him Do you hate him more?"

"He doesn't know!"

"He can only burn everything like this cloud of ashes, and then the wind blows," Ling Xing saw Reached out and grabbed a handful of burning ash, opened his fingers, and was stunned: "It's gone."

Ling Xing Jian did not cry, she was silent.

Shi Tiexin was also silent.

Family, affection, gain, loss, these are too strange to him, and too dazzling.

The four fields are silent.

Long, long time later, Shi Tiexin suddenly sighed: "Let me tell you a story."

Ling Xingjian looked at him with his head tilted: "What story? "

"A very simple story." Shi Tiexin said in a low voice, "There is a child, whose parents have died, and his grandma is dependent on each other. One day, grandma suddenly said to him, Xiao Ming, There is a peach shortbread that you like in the cabinet. Go and find it."

"Xiao Ming went and looked for it happily, but did not find the peach shortbread. When he ran back to ask his grandma, he Grandma has closed her eyes forever."

"It was a long time before he realized that his grandma worked hard all the year round and had been sick for a long time. Grandma lied to him, but she didn't want him to see her eyes closed. It’s only a moment."

"And this Xiao Ming is a peer I know in the orphanage."

"It is also the happiest category in the orphanage."

Ling Xingjian slowly opened his mouth, staring at Shi Tiexin in a daze, at this powerful person who seemed to never be hurt.

"So, don’t be sad, I actually envy you very much, I envy all of you who have parents and memories. Whether it's quarrel, parting, distress, or regret, it's all'possession'. "Shi Tiexin spread out both hands: "And I have nothing, no three hundred yuan pension, I am true, true, and envious of you."

Ling Xing saw a sudden change in his heart. Pain, I can’t help but think about getting up: "Don’t say that, you..."

"Don’t comfort me, I am not sad. You know, in the orphanage, many people miss their parents, Maintain a very beautiful imagination. Some people resent their parents and they don’t hesitate to curse them in the most vicious language. I am really used to this kind of thing. Compared to them, at least you are sure that you have a good father, a heroic father."

"Whether it should bloom like fireworks or live alone is important, I can’t answer you. But I know embers are also fire. Even when you’re ignorant, before your memory, parents All are affecting you, and they are long-term and permanent. In the unnoticeable influence, your father has passed the fire to you."

Under the magnificent starry sky, Shi Tiexin looked at Ling Xing. Seriously, but straight: "I believe that as long as there is a little scarlet's spark, his flame will inevitably reignite on you."

Ling Xingjian was completely stunned.

She stared at Shi Tiexin for a long, long time, her mouth flattened, her teeth bitten, and in the end she did not cry, just nodded with choking force: "en!"

Shi Tiexin smiled, then suddenly fell into a trance again.

I don’t know if it was triggered by the scene, the lake of memory suddenly burst into waves, and a voice suddenly echoed in the depths of the fog of memory:

"Eternal Inextinguishable fire, illuminate The endless night..."

"Don't be afraid...Don't be afraid..."

"Stone heart and iron bone, punch to the sky."

"Fist to the sky!"

Om, Shi Tiexin, a shivered, came back to his senses from the trance, and then couldn't help his heart ebb and flow.

The voice cannot distinguish identity, gender, and even cannot tell whether it is spoken by one person or from the splicing of words from different people. But it made him feel so familiar and so kind.

I heard it once when he faced He Chong directly in the qualification test of the small township examination. It gave him great encouragement and incomparable courage, allowing him to face the world and face the suffocation.

Didn't expect to listen again today.

Who is that?

Are they my parents?

Is it my other elders?

What happened to them?

Why am I abandoned in an orphanage?

Countless questions rise in the mind, and the mood is turbulent, and then slowly calms down.

Ling Xing saw Shi Tiexin holding his cheeks, silently moved his butt, and sat half a foot closer: "Since the influence of your parents is so great, then I think your father mother must be A very good person will make you so...gentle and firm."

"en." Shi Tiexin smiles, the voice deep in his memory is gentle and firm, and fills his heart Strength.

Although he doesn't remember what happened, the voice convinced him that he would not be a burden to be abandoned casually, not a trace of chaos and abandonment. He believes that he must have been born in this world with love and care, and he must have had a happy time of being cared for.

"Across the three world lines, I'm still an orphan. Why is this? Can't there be another story?" Shi Tiexin looked up at the starry sky. It was such a superb view. It's like looking at absolutely a thousand hopeful possibilities.

"I don't know if there will be such a world line, I can be an ordinary person, ordinary baby."

Ding, the wind chime rang.

[Destiny Mission 3, further completed]