One is gone, the other is dead

The sunset of the sunset courtyard is beautiful, dyed with gold in the fiery red, and falls on the only small lake in the academy, and the whole lake becomes golden and sparkling, like a fish and a dragon dancing, and there are news birds flying.

There are not a hundred but eighty colleges in Harman City, most of them are nameless like the Xi Yao Academy, if it weren't for the fact that there was a genius named Yu Chuqing who squeezed into the top ten in the academy this time, I'm afraid that no one would remember this academy whose name seems to be full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

In this land, the killing is rampant, the world is ruthless, and the only thing that is not needed is literature and art.

With the name of that student, it seemed that there were signs of revitalization in Harman City, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, and the student named Yu Chuqing was just a flash in the pan, and I heard that he died in the labyrinth.

In an instant, Yuyakiniin was also beaten back to the prototype from the blazing Star Academy.

There are two top colleges in Harman City, one is the Oritsuru Academy, and the other is the Lige Academy.

Standing behind the Folding Crane Courtyard is the fifth-order master of Old Man Guo, even if the world doesn't know this, they also know that the other background of the Folding Crane Courtyard includes the top family Helian family, as well as the high-class family Bai family, as well as a series of small and medium-sized families. Behind the Lige Academy is also a series of families led by the Nalan family as a backing, so there are countless geniuses who want to enter the two academies over the years.

Again, in the Elemental Forest, in the end, it is still the family that is in charge, on the one hand, they value the teaching quality of the Orizuru Academy and the Lige Academy, and on the other hand, they value the connection with these top families.

The lowly poor people want to climb the door of the small family, and the people born in the small family look at the middle family, and the middle family looks at the upper family, and the high family looks at the only two top families.

If you can be looked up to by the wealthy family in the academy, even if it is only one level higher than your current position, it is also excellent.

So in these years, except for the Orihe Academy and the Lige Academy, most of the other academies are in a half-dead state, and they accept people who have been eliminated by the two academies, or their own children.

In general, the academy will have the support of the family behind it, and those who are eager to enter the family have the same idea, and every family also needs the replenishment of fresh blood.

The person behind the Yuyaki Courtyard is just a family of hundreds of middle-sized families in the city, and none of them are ranked in Haman City.

Regarding the matter of Yu Chuqing's death, the person in charge of the academy naturally did not dare to run to the city lord and shout loudly, and tried his best to scream.

Besides, although he was not at the scene, he also heard about the unspeakable things that happened in the labyrinth, so he was naturally silent, and it was too late to escape, where to hit it.

In such an environment, Yu Chuqing's death is just a passing cloud, even if he won the trust of the dean during his lifetime, he will not leave a trace in this world after his death.

Who knows who is the first sunny day?

A few days ago, someone came to Yuyaki-in and swaggered to stack a grave on the edge of the woods near the small lake in Yuyaki-in, and the name of Yuchuqing was written on the grave.

The arrogant behavior of the four people quickly attracted the attention of the dean, but he only dared to pay attention, and he felt that he dared to be angry and dare not speak, breaking his teeth and swallowing blood.

He really saw those four people, they were the four proud sons of the sky in the Folding Crane Group, and the future star of Harman City was not something he could afford to offend, not to mention, even if he was afraid of getting into trouble and stopping these people, he was not an opponent.

But fortunately, they seemed to have something else to do, and they just stayed in front of the lonely grave for a short time, and then left.

When the dean breathed a sigh of relief, he could only endure the nausea, and ignore the small lonely grave in his heart, those tombs set up by people, he could be indignant, he could panic, but he didn't dare to move.

After a while, no one seemed interested in the grave, and the matter gradually passed. It's just that this new tomb, new people, and new tombstone, which has been beaten by wind and rain for dozens of days, has slowly become old, and no one has come to stand on the station and worship a piece of incense, and even the people of the Xi Yao group led by the rain and early sunshine before have not been there, which is quite desolate.

Look, people die and tea is cold, the truth of the world is just so simple, if your death contains a huge secret, everyone avoids it, I'm afraid this is the case.

Fortunately, there is still a group of aliens such as the Folding Crane Group, otherwise, how chilling, boring and boring this world would be.

But there seems to be something abnormal today, there seems to be a person in front of the tomb, a little far away, the dean can't see clearly, he wants to take a look, but he is afraid of having something to do with these people, so he simply closes the curtains, and comes out of sight and out of mind.

The person in front of the tomb was a teenager, the gray hair on his forehead was even more gray, like a dry mess of straw, the black clothes on his body were full of dust, and he could no longer see the original color, and his lonely and deep eyes were now full of boredom with this world.

Yu Chuqing looked at the tombstone standing on the grave bag, and the two lines of words written on the tombstone.

The college is larger than the tomb of the third rain and the first sunshine

Chang Deming and the whole group mourned him

He looked at his tomb, and had a very strange feeling in his heart, he couldn't say what it felt, there was no thing to be wrong, no ridicule, no strangeness, just faint, a little want to cry.

When Uncle Qi returned to the dragon labyrinth, the news he brought back was like a thunderbolt from the sky, shattering the luck of the rain and the early sunshine.

Yu Chuqing thought that his friends would die, under this general trend, even he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't die, Uncle Qi was certainly not an ordinary fifth-order powerhouse, he was one of the top eight.

But in the end, Uncle Qi is only one person, and there are seven other people who are side by side with him, if the people of the Elemental Forest see any clues, not much, as long as there are two at a time, their actions will be declared a failure, and he, the young master of the underworld, will also be cut off his head, and it will be announced to the world as an immortal miracle.

There were more people in the Netherworld who had infiltrated the Elemental Forest than he had imagined, and such a huge legion was still growing day by day, and it was impossible for him to be under the control of Yu Chuqing all the time.

He thought that Chang Deming, the Folding Crane Group and others would die under the chaos of the army, and they would die at the hands of an unknown necromantic creature, but he never thought that Chang Deming would die at the hands of Uncle Qi himself.

Since he had already recognized Uncle Qi, he naturally knew that Chang Deming knew that he was not dead and knew his relationship with Uncle Qi.

Then, before Chang Deming died, how disappointed and desperate he would be in his heart.

He only thought about it for a moment, and his heart ached, and he didn't dare to think in that direction anymore. Chang Deming and the senior brothers of the Folding Crane Regiment gave him the tombstone that he erected in the Xiyao Courtyard, he naturally knew it, but it was impossible for him to take such a big risk to get out of the dragon labyrinth before, if he was recognized, there would be endless troubles.

Only this time, it was impossible to stay in the maze anyway.

When he first heard the news, he had a faint warmth in his heart, but now when he sees this scene, it has nothing to do with warmth in any case.

Months have passed, and the front of the monument is already overgrown with lush unknown weeds.

Yu Chuqing sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the tombstone in front of him a little blankly, the font on the tombstone was obviously from Chang Deming's hand, the wind and the sun were blowing, and the font was still clear.

He gently rubbed his fingertips like onion pipes over the iron and silver hooks on the stele, feeling the roughness of the rock itself and the delicacy of the font grooves that his fingers had grinded, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He thought of Deming standing up for himself on the street every day, thinking of inviting himself to drink at that time, thinking of the two of them getting drunk together, scolding Fang Xuan to the other teams in the viewing room together, pointing out the country, and teasing Li Qi with the Folding Crane Group.

Little by little, now that I think about it, I remember it vividly, but it will never appear in front of him again.

He was the first and only friend he had made over the years, because of that noble mission, that sacred mission, that arduous mission, that great mission, that glorious mission...... That damn mission!

Now, his only friend is so breathless.

The deceased has passed away, leaving only a cold corpse, Yu Chuqing doesn't even have the courage to turn Chang Deming into an undead creature, he is afraid that when he sees even the slightest trace of Chang Deming, he will be full of thoughts of escaping.

He trembled and landed his fingers on the tough weeds, plucking them one by one from around the grave.

The weeds slashed across the fingertips, a sharp pain, and the jagged blades of grass cut a straight wound on the fingertips, like a baby's mouth, gurgling with blood.

The blood was red.

Yu Chuqing couldn't hold back anymore and cried.

He could have made these things better, so why run away from them?

The boy cried like a child of three or four years old, and he dug open the grave with his two hands, and the wet, hard earth ran through his fingertips, filling the gaps between his fingernails, and then squeezed the flesh of his fingers backwards little by little.

Little by little, under the reckless slashing of the young man, the nails of his ten fingers were quickly lifted and scattered in the grave, and the flesh and blood were blurred. I don't know when, the sunset dissipated, and the sky became overcast, accompanied by light rain.

The rain was pouring down, ticking on the half-open grave, on the mirrored lake, on the deep earth, on his heart.

Tick-tock, dripping, rippling and rippling.

The mud was stained with water and began to become muddy, and the vision of the first sunny day began to blur in the rain curtain, and the fingers without fingernails were stained with muddy water, and there was a stinging pain in his heart, as if he didn't know it.

The raindrops gradually became heavier, as if someone had picked up a scoop of water and poured it down from the sky.

The heavy rain made the whole world blurred, and the world that had been left with the warmth of the sunset became even colder and harder, leaving only the magnificent rain waterfall and the young man who struggled to move in the rain waterfall.

Suddenly, the young man stopped, and with his cold and almost stiff hands, he trembled and picked up something buried in the grave, and a faint blush appeared on his face that was so cold that it was blue.

It was a bottle of wine, a bottle that should have been saved for them to come out of the dragon's labyrinth.

A bottle of celebratory wine.

A bottle of celebration of life.

A bottle of wine that he thought he would never drink again in his life.

The promise of the two teenagers still echoed in their ears, accompanied by a monstrous rain.

Nowadays, it is true that the wine that was agreed to be drunk together can no longer be drunk, but the number of people who cannot drink it has changed from one to another.

One is just gone, the other is dead.

He hugged the praise of life tightly to his chest, and his small body curled up in the rain, heaven and earth, only the bottle of wine was warm.