Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

"Ah? Ah, okay." The old man took off the sign hanging around his neck and handed it over.

Su Ruo took a look and saw a few lines of words written on it: "——My father suffered a head injury when he was young and suffers from occasional amnesia. If he gets lost, please contact the following number 18..."

It turns out to be amnesia.

Su Ruoji took out her children's watch with a dialing function and pressed the numbers on it. After pressing a few numbers, she suddenly saw the old man stand up.

"Hey, grandpa, stop running around!"

She hurried after him.

"I just remember that I have to go somewhere." The old man scratched his head. "There is a place I must visit. I must go."

He muttered to himself, then turned to look at Su Ruoji with a look of help: "Little friend, can you take me to see it?"

Hearing this, ordinary children would definitely hesitate and contact their parents, but Su Ruoji took less than a second to pat his chest and said, "Okay, let me take Grandpa to find the place you want to go!"

Where does a nine-year-old child get his confidence from? He has no idea at all.

But an old man with amnesia and an overconfident child actually hit it off right away.

They just walked forward hand in hand, without any direction.

When others saw them, they thought they were a grandparent and grandchild, and they didn't suspect anything. After all, it was Su Ruoji who was chattering all the way, and her little schoolbag had a device that would automatically sound an alarm when opened.

"Grandpa, where are you going?" Su Ruo asked after stopping at the intersection.

"I don't remember." The old man scratched his head: "If I could remember my name."

"Grandpa, your name is Liu Huai, it's written here." Su Ruoli read out the sign in his hand.

"Liu Huai, yes, my name is Liu Huai." The old man's eyes clearly recalled something, and he slapped his head: "Right, I'm Liu Huai... But what am I doing here?"

"Aren't you going somewhere?" Su Ruoli said, then looked at the plastic bag in the old man's hand and lowered her head to take a look: "This is incense, and flowers? And, steamed buns?"

She immediately saw something else and took it out. It was a wooden sign, but before she could see it clearly, a cat suddenly ran over from the side, scaring her and causing the sign in her hand to slip and fall to the ground.

At this time, a truck was driving towards the front.

At this moment, the old man pounced forward and rushed towards the sign in the middle of the road. The driver was so scared that he rang the bell frantically and stepped on the brakes.

The old man picked up the wooden sign regardless and stood in the middle of the road. Su Ruo rushed up fearlessly and grabbed him, rushing across the middle of the road and avoiding the slowing car.

The driver stopped the car, broke out in a cold sweat, and shouted, "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Su Ruoji immediately turned around and apologized.

The latter saw an old man and a child, and didn't say anything. After being scolded a few times by the driver, at least he didn't call the police and let them go.

Su Ruoji pulled the old man away from the street and returned to the previous parking lot.

The old man was holding the wooden plaque in his arms at this time, his expression was distraught, his fingers were trembling, and he looked like a memorial tablet. He touched the plaque and saw a name engraved on it.

'Love Sister Liu Nian's Position'

"Liu Nian..." Su Ruoji asked softly, "Is she Grandpa's sister?"

When the old man heard the name 'Liu Nian', he opened his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became clear. All the confusion was cleared away at once. From an old and helpless man, he immediately became steady, mature and tough.

"I remember now." Liu Huai touched his forehead and said slowly, "I remember everything. It's like this..." He looked at the tablet in his hand, his smile full of bitterness and sadness: "...That's it."

The old man stood up and looked at Su Ruoji with a kind smile: "I'm sorry to bother you, little friend. I'm always like this. My mind gets confused from time to time."

"No trouble, no trouble." Su Ruoji blinked: "Have you remembered where you are going?"

"Yes, I remember now. I remember everything." Liu Huai looked at Su Ruoji, his eyes revealing nostalgia and guilt. He squatted down and reached out to gently wipe the sweat from Su Ruoji's forehead: "Grandpa will take you home first and apologize to your parents."

"No, no." Su Ruoji was anxious: "Let's go to where you want to go first! I'm not in a hurry to go back!"

Liu Huai thought for a moment and then smiled, "Aren't you afraid that your family will worry?"

"They are already worried anyway, and I will definitely get scolded when I get back. But we can't ignore people who are in trouble. Our teacher taught us so!" Su Ruo straightened his chest.

"Hahaha, you're really a little hero, oh no, a little heroine!" Liu Huai patted Su Ruoji's head and praised her. He then took her hand and said, "Then stay with grandpa for a while... Accompany me to a place. Don't worry, grandpa, I'm not a bad guy. I'm a veteran of the Panyan Army who specializes in dealing with bad guys."

Su Ruoji raised his head and asked curiously, "What is the Rock Army?"

"They are the army that defends Daxia and you can always trust them." Liu Huai's smile was restrained and proud. "It's a pity that I'm old now and can't go back to the battlefield."

Chapter 122: The Wanderer Chasing the Phantom

Not far from the location, there is a monument placed in an open space.

There are actually more than one such monuments in Nanling, and they can be seen everywhere in some heroic cities.

Because these monuments all represent a past event, a disaster that resulted in the deaths of many people.

Shadow world.

Its very existence is a disaster, bringing countless pain and death.

The monument in front of us is quite old. It was built more than fifty years ago, so not many people come to worship it now. There are only a few flowers in front of the monument and some ashes left after burning.

The old man Liu Huai placed the things in front of the monument. His expression was neither surprised nor strange. He just stared calmly at the densely packed names on the three-meter-high monument and spoke calmly.

"Sister, are you okay down there?"

"Brother, I'm getting older, and the sequelae are getting more and more serious. I was late this time. If I hadn't met a kind girl, I'm afraid I wouldn't have remembered it for a while. You won't blame me, will you?"

Stroking the stone tablet, the incense burned quietly, white smoke floated up, and the wrinkles on the old man's face became more obvious.

"It would be great if you could still blame me."

He looked at the name on the tombstone, stroked the inscriptions, and chuckled softly, "But it will be soon. I'll be gone soon, and I probably won't have much longer to live... When I'm gone, I'll talk to you again. I've done a lot over the years, but nothing compares to what I did back then, not a single thing..."

He stopped talking, and there was a lump in his throat.

He said a lot of words to the stone tablet.

He mentioned his family, his son, daughter and grandson, his old comrades-in-arms, and much more.

Su Ruoji sat on the chair next to her, swinging her calves, neither trying to listen nor trying to keep quiet.

After a stick of incense had passed and burned out, the old man also finished worshipping his relatives.

"Child, you must be hungry. Want a steamed bun?" The old man took out a steamed bun made of white flour and said, "I made this myself."

"Isn't this a sacrifice?" Su Ruoji blinked and asked, "Can I eat it?"

"It's edible. She won't mind." The old man also took out a steamed bun and took a bite: "It's very sweet."

Su Ruoji took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it, and then her eyes lit up: "It's really sweet."

"Children nowadays probably can't eat such authentic white flour buns." The old man laughed heartily. Seeing Su Ruo wolfing down the food, he hurriedly asked about her well-being: "Eat slowly, eat slowly, don't choke, no one will snatch it from you."

Su Ruoji nodded and continued to nibble on the steamed bun. She had indeed not eaten many steamed buns, but she had eaten a lot of steamed dumplings, and she happened to be a little hungry.

At this time, Liu Huai saw someone coming over to pay his respects. It was an old man in a wheelchair.

"Old Liu?" The other party also saw Liu Huai and shouted.

"Sister Zhang?" The old woman immediately stood up and went over to greet her.

Su Ruoji didn't want to interrupt others, but she was bored after eating the steamed buns. Children can't sit still, so she ran more than ten meters away in a short while.

She saw a cat, so she tore off a piece of steamed bun and handed it to the cat...but the child didn't know that cats don't eat steamed buns.

While struggling with the cat, she didn't realize anything was wrong and didn't notice a black shadow spreading from under the streetlight in front of her.

Liu Huai was chatting with an old friend when suddenly he heard a familiar call in his ears.

……elder brother!

Liu Huai stopped talking and turned his head suddenly. What he saw was a shadow spreading out and Su Ruo falling into it.

The little girl was like a stone dropped into the water. If she hadn't turned back this time, she would never have been found no matter how hard she looked.

The film world is like this. Sometimes it comes with great fanfare like a storm, announcing its existence; sometimes it comes like a floating cloud, and no one notices its coming and going.

The only difference is that it is not so beautiful, and every time it appears it may take away a life.

This scene is like a replay of the scene fifty years ago.

But fifty years ago, he was just an ordinary ten-year-old boy who knew nothing and understood nothing.

I watched my sister being devoured, and I stood there, unable to do anything. I didn't dare to get closer, nor did I dare to hold the hand she extended.

It was like a nightmare that haunted him for decades.

I often wake up from my dreams, thinking of my sister crying out "brother".

Nightmares and reality overlapped, flashing back and forth in his memory.

At this moment, the figures of the two little girls overlapped in his eyes.

The person standing there was clearly his own sister.

The old man's body was stiff for a second, that short second, but it seemed as long as a century.

He seemed to have returned to the age of ten again, and turned into a weak boy who was powerless to do anything as he watched his sister being swallowed by the shadow world.

He had a splitting headache, and the pain brought by the confusion of memory tore his soul apart, and his entire soul went back and forth between the past and the present.

His amnesia struck again.

He once again faced himself and saw the ten-year-old boy deep in his soul.

That weak and powerless self.

His soul was screaming, and the tearing pain felt like his body was being torn in two.

There was a struggle between his conscience and his behavior when he was young and when he was old.

The young boy was wailing and crying, but his legs were trembling and he dared not take a step.

The elderly self watched silently, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, his memory and consciousness gradually becoming blurred and fading away.

An intense sadness was about to overwhelm him... but at this moment, the voice rang out again.

"grandfather……"

It was Su Ruoji's cry.

She was asking for help.

So, both the crying boy in the soul and the silent old man took a step at the same time.

The dust in his eyes was dispelled, and he was already clear-headed when he took the first step.

Youth and old age merged together and became the running self.

All this happened in just a short second.

A force like a tsunami and a mountain torrent erupted from Liu Huai's increasingly decayed body. The powerful aura rushed through his body, roaring wildly like an angry mountain dragon.

Even though this directly affected his internal injuries, making his already old and damaged organs even more shattered, he didn't care.

pain?

So what if it hurts!

He couldn't wait, not even for a moment, not even a second.

How much time and pain does it take to turn a boy into a man?

Perhaps it was fifty years of guilt and powerlessness.

Maybe it's a heart-wrenching moment.

The old man's eyes turned red in an instant, and the roar he made was consistent with the life he had decided since his childhood.

Liu Huai rushed towards the shadow world like an arrow, running towards where the little girl was.

It's like chasing fifty years of time that I can never catch up with.

Not knowing whether it is true or false, the displaced people chase after illusions.

Fifty years ago, he didn't dare move forward, or perhaps he was just a second or two late.

This time, he didn't slow down.

The old man hugged Su Ruoji and held her in his arms, as if he was holding the corner of his sister's clothes.

The two fell into the shadow world together.

The crowd behind them made panicked sounds and shouted "Call the police quickly".