Jian Zhiheng felt scared every time he thought about this matter.

During that time, he was also physically and mentally exhausted, and he also wanted to go back to the dormitory immediately to sleep a lot. But considering Hou Wenguang's mood, he still insisted on going to drink with him. And this decision also saved his fate.

At that moment, Jian Zhiheng really realized how important it was to give people warmth. When a person is in a desperate situation and is confused, whether you pull him or push him, it is likely to change the other person's life.

He has been helped by many people, and this little bit of warmth has made him what he is now. Now is also the time for him to pass on this kindness and continue to warm more people.

He does not doubt human nature because of Yin Qiao's experience, there are indeed good people and bad people in this world, good people may fall into the abyss due to a thought, and bad people may also turn back under the opportunity. Although the murderer who killed Yin Qiao and the media who fanned the flames made him experience hatred for the first time and didn't want to forgive, it was precisely because of the existence of such a group of people that he cherished the beautiful humanity even more. He always believed that there must be more good people than bad people.

As the days passed, Yin Qiao's shadow gradually faded away with the complicated time. Those once unforgettable grief are also like inscriptions engraved on the beach, washed away by the years and only a shallow layer of scars.

Other people's lives are still the same, Hou Wenguang still failed to be admitted to the higher department, he chose to step into the society early and work on the construction site. After a few years of hard work, he is now a small owner who owns a factory.

Considering Yu Liyan's psychological trauma and her dual identity as an art student, the college gave certain bonus measures. She was successfully promoted to the Higher Division, and met Jian Zhiheng again on campus.

Looking at the mature girl who was tall, with more gorgeous makeup and more beautiful hair color, her face could no longer see the sadness of a few months ago, and her perfect and proud smile made her look like a victorious peacock.

Mi Ziyao was holding a thick pile of books and was waiting for her not far away. In the higher division, they were placed in the same class. For them, the next three years will be so beautiful and full of hope.

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled, and walked away side by side. Their backs look like such a perfect pair.

Jian Zhiheng's heart was like being pricked by an extremely thin needle. If Yin Qiao is still alive, she must have been promoted to the higher ministry now, she can continue to squander her youth arrogantly, she can find a boyfriend who is more handsome and better than Mi Ziyao, she can work hard to fight her dream of being a reporter, she can continue to look at this blue sky and sunshine, and spend her best years full of vitality.

In the end, the loss of a fresh life made Yu Liyan's fame, her relationship with Mi Ziyao, and the media that made a lot of money in this incident.

Other than that, there is nothing.

Sometimes Jian Zhiheng also thinks of the girl who sat in the classroom and gently taught him to sing, her slender fingers beating flexibly on the keys, and her voice was like the most crisp oriole. But in that innocent era, that youthful smile, those simple beauty, have been thrown farther and farther away in time.

Yin Qiao's family members are all good people, and they just cried silently after the incident, and they repeatedly said that they didn't want to embarrass anyone, but blamed their daughter Fubo. Jian Zhiheng often visited them and took care of them. From them, he could understand why this family was able to cultivate a good daughter like Yin Qiao.

Although kind people failed to get good rewards, but they chose to warm the world or choose to be cold, Jian Zhiheng had already had a direction.

Your steps are closely related to the fate of those around you. So, do you want more girls like Yin Qiao in the world, or do you want more cruel murderers who are either for love or hatred?

Only warmth can be exchanged for warmth, and hatred can only bring the same hatred.

Therefore, when he met Guan Lin in the new class, the melancholy boy who was covered in a layer of haze and isolated by the whole class, Jian Zhiheng chose to help him without hesitation.

He knew from the beginning that he had a story in him, and it must be a story full of darkness. Jian Zhiheng didn't want to explore his story, all he wanted to do was to pull him out of that desperate darkness.

At the beginning, it was he who ignored Yin Qiao, and he didn't know what she had been bearing alone for more than a year. But this time, he definitely won't ignore any of his friends again.

……

Three years of life passed slowly.

Yu Liyan still finished the Higher Division, although she has endured more guidance in the past three years. But this girl, who has transformed into a proud peacock, will no longer have any fear.

Mi Ziyao and her did not break up until graduation. In the student days when couples frequently split and merged, those who walked hand in hand for three years like them naturally aroused the envy of many people. Yu Liyan's "black history" seems to have been washed away by her sweet relationship.

After graduation, Mi Ziyao ran around looking for jobs, but Yu Liyan continued to work as a model without any suspense. Her fame began to get louder and louder, and the endorsement brands she received became bigger and bigger. Her photo has slowly climbed from a small advertisement on the back page of the magazine to the front page.

People's lives still have to go on, only the pain of Yin Qiao's family will not end.

Before coming to the Tiangong Gate, Jian Zhiheng went to Yin Qiao's grave alone to see her again.

He has thought about it since he was very early, he will not be pessimistic, he will not despair, he will take Yin Qiao's share to live together and take her to see the wider world.

……

Some people say that when you stand in the light, you think that the world is all light. Jian Zhiheng admitted that he may not have seen the real darkness, but it is precisely because of this that he is willing to bring the light to more people.

It is not glory to be able to see the darkness, so that more people do not have to experience the devastation of darkness in this life, which is the direction that people should strive for.

The sight was in a trance, and the campus, mountains and forests were blurred again in front of the eyes into this barren small village. Jian Zhiheng slowly retracted his thoughts, took a deep breath, and felt the weight of the shoulder armor.

He is still participating in the world-class trial mission, and he will definitely not give up.

"Ah Heng, the enemy is coming again!" In the distance, a scout was speeding up.

Jian Zhiheng stood up, and this moment of rest filled his eyes with a touch of perseverance.

"Prepare for battle. ”

……

While Jian Zhiheng was still struggling with the enemy, Guan Lin, who was far away in his own city, was making the most difficult choice.

"What...... ......'re the only one ?" There was obvious fear in his eyes, and even his voice faded.

"Now the main force is fighting against Group A, you can lead a team of soldiers and horses to take the path from behind. Jiang Caini glanced at him impatiently, "But I'm afraid you're the only one who can separate your body, who will go if you don't go?"

"This ......" Guan Lien stammered for a while, "Feng Qiwu doesn't want to care......? After all, he is also a warrior of his own city. ”

Jiang Caini sneered contemptuously: "Feng Qiwu, you are too naïve! He doesn't even care about the front line, and he still cares about you Jian Zhiheng?"

During this time, the two groups fought fiercely, but only Feng Qiwu stayed out of the whole process and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. When someone went to ask him for instructions, he just said coldly, since I am no longer the boss, now you want to beg me to save you?

He always regarded this mission as a game, and he didn't seem to care at all about the belonging of his city and the lives of those virtual soldiers who were coming forward on the battlefield.

"You just think about it," Jiang Caini didn't want to say more to him, "Jian Zhiheng has been trapped for a few days, without food and drink, if no one saves him, it is estimated that he will not be saved." ”

"Of course, he is not an important person in the team, and he is not a lot less, and it is not necessary to save him. ”

Guan Lin wanted to say more, but Jiang Caini had already sorted out her battle armor, jumped off the city tower again, and went to the front line.

Perhaps, she has a point.

At the critical juncture of his own city's survival, it is indeed impossible for others to give up defending the city and rescue Jian Zhiheng for him. He is the only person who can leave freely on this occasion.

But...... He had never tried to act alone. He has long been accustomed to Jian Zhiheng being in charge of everything, he is his own king, and he only needs to be the king's general, and sacrifice his life for the king if necessary. Now, the king is in trouble in the deserted village, and he will become the only savior, and of course he will save the king, but can he, an incompetent general, really save the king?

Guan Lin's whole body trembled, he felt fear, his mouth was dry, and he was even a little suffocated. It seems to have returned to the original fear of being abandoned by the world.

Every time, every time he took a key step, in the Heavenly Sage Academy, he could stand on the stage and sing in front of all the students, in the Time Clock Tower, he could persist and fight side by side with the king, and during the assessment of the Heavenly Palace Gate, he could break through his limits again and again, including cracking Xu Miyi's illusion, it was all because Jian Zhiheng was by his side. Where he is, it is his own pillar and his own home!

If, this time, he chooses to give up, then he can still continue to be the self hiding in the turtle's shell, he has never been able to walk independently, although it is good to curl up in a safe corner like this, but ......

However, Jian Zhiheng is his only warmth, his salvation, and he can't just watch his salvation be besieged and die! Even if it is not real death, he will never accept it!

……

With a team of virtual soldiers, Guan Lin is cautiously advancing towards the deserted village where Jian Zhiheng is trapped.

He was reluctant to engage the enemy head-on, and although these virtual soldiers were assigned by him, none of them had an independent consciousness, and no one could make up their minds for him. If a major war could only be controlled by him alone, he would really be flustered. What little self-confidence he has is not enough to support him to accomplish such a "feat".

In a team, there will be people like Feng Qiwu who want to monopolize power everywhere, people like Jian Zhiheng and Ren Jianfei, who focus on coordination and stability, but there are also people like Guan Lin, who don't want to be noticed and only dare to hide behind their companions. Self like this is really a drag, and he is not suitable to participate in such a trial at all.

At a point where he was still some distance away from his destination, Guan Lin ordered the team to stop. First, send one virtual soldier to explore the distribution of the enemy's army, and the other way to the granary to transfer grain and grass.

In his plan, he wanted to open a gap in the enemy's encirclement through virtual soldiers and transport grain and grass into it. Jian Zhiheng and they got supplies and recovered their strength, they could kill them directly, so that he would not have to fight the enemy head-on.

……

"Brother An, Group B has sent reinforcements. "At the camp of Group A, a trialist has just rushed back, faithfully reporting the latest battle situation.

Su Shi'an was sitting lazily on a few cardboard boxes, and his face was really no different from the photos taken secretly by Group B. There is a slight difference, that is, his eyes are more fierce and sharp from a close distance.

In his hand he held a newspaper, which was very shabby, and the paper was faintly yellowed, apparently some age. While he was waiting for the war report, he was obviously reading the paper.

"According to the original plan, the front and rear armies will be blocked from it, and they can't be allowed to join Jian Zhiheng anyway. At this time, Su Shi'an's expression did not change much, and he coldly gave the initial order.

For Jian Zhiheng, it is to surround but not fight, and for the reinforcements that are attracted, it is to block but not fight, and if they are all contained here, Group A will attack its own city, and it will be more certain.

Since he was only responsible for delaying the task, he didn't want to waste too many troops. It's best to be able to work at ease.

"Who is the leader of Group B?" asked another casually as they carried out their orders.

"They only have one leader, a kid named Guan Lin. The previous scout replied.

Su Shi'an's movements suddenly stiffened for a moment. In his eyes, there was an emotion of ecstasy, surprise, and a bit of sadness and indignation, which spread like ink falling into the water.

"Who do you say?"

"It's Guan Lin!" The scout hadn't noticed his abnormality yet, "What's the matter, Brother An knows?"

Su Shi'an tugged at the corners of his mouth strangely: "I don't know." ”

"No, it should be said that 'God has been friends for a long time'. The last four words, he said with a bit of gritted teeth, made people have no doubt about the meaning.

"Adjust the strategy and let the main force transfer the team. He got up from the cardboard box and got off the ground, gently and slowly putting on two white gloves, as if he was about to undergo surgery, worried about the dark doctor whose hands were stained by blood, "We've all rested for so long, it's time for a good fight." ”

"But Brother An, didn't you say before that we were going to take the route of 'waiting for work with ease'?" someone asked puzzled.

"I just said, don't hit the inside one, didn't say don't hit the outside one. Su Shi'an's answer was a little inexplicable, but the next moment, when everyone saw his abruptly turned gaze, they wisely chose to silence.

"And you have to beat it hard!"

He gripped the newspaper tightly, and even through his gloves, he could see that every knuckle was taut. However, he seemed to have an inexplicable love for the old newspaper, even if he was so tightly gripped, there was still no wrinkle in sight on the edge of the newspaper.

(End of chapter)