"Lian Po!"

This shock is far more moving than the so-called yin and yang qi or the pain coming from the root of the legs. My senses gradually cleared, and the first thing I felt was the warmth of tears on my cheeks. Lianpo, Lianpo, Lianpo. My arms suddenly gained strength, and I broke free of Teacher Dongshan and Wang Chen, who were supporting me, and suddenly leaned forward, supporting my body like an ape and moving forward.

"Are you crazy?" Higashiyama-sensei stood firm, grabbed my right shoulder with one hand, and unloaded my remaining strength, "Let's carry you over." "He is also a soul master, maybe he thinks he can understand my feelings, does he think that I am officially a lord who is about to lose his beloved? Although it is pity, I am also useless - Lian Po is more than me, more than relatives, in my heart he has long replaced the shadow that has disappeared into history - Lian Po is my lord!

Li Ling picked up Lian Po and beckoned to us with a little urgency. President Wang thought that he understood what he meant, and without further nonsense, he took me by the waist and carried me to the dying general.

"Lian Po. I called, "Wake up." Yet the sound was like a stone into the sand, and it didn't even spread any ripples. His eyes were still closed, and his expression was no different from that of an old man napping in the shade of a tree in the summer. There were penetrating or cut wounds on his chest, on his ribs, on his abdomen and waist, and even at the base of his legs, and the flow of soul blood was already very slow, indicating that his second life was about to run out, and it would not be long before he would turn into black smoke like black soul blood, and then disappear.

I shook my head in annoyance, just because of my own confusion, how could I be worthy of being a lord for such an incident. My beggar-like gaze was cut off by Wang Chen's words: "Even if there is still yang and yin, I can't save Lian Po." He's hurt so badly that we don't have time to ······."

"Please, what other way, all the ways!" Lian Po said when he returned to the General's Mansion····· Yes, then he can use my bloodline······"

"What nonsense, you yourself are on the verge of life and death!" Mr. Higashiyama grabbed my hand hard, "You can't share this injury." ”

Laughing when I heard this, I said, "The ancient monarchs couldn't do it to share the damage for their subordinates, but what about bearing the pain for their grandfather?"

I said, "I am entitled to die with him today." ”

I said, "Lian Po has done this for me, and I can do this for this, so no matter how far fate goes, we will just suffer it." ”

I said, "Besides, you can't stop me." ”

General's Mansion, General Road, I'm open for Lian Po.

Purple-black yin qi burst out from all over my body, rising out. This belief turned into a door of emptiness rather than nothingness, floating behind me, building a weight with etherealism. "General Lian is back to the house!" I shouted, urging the Yin Qi to circulate, causing the portal to open quickly, forming a directional suction force that grabbed the Sunset General at once, "Ahhhhhhhh I don't present similar wounds in the same area, but my body suffers the same damage. I immediately felt the blood vessels all over my body burst, and the blood seemed to be flowing out of certain organs, making it impossible for me to breathe, move, or think. I could see a golden flame burning inside me, faint, weak, beautiful. I keep it, and it sustains me. "Ahh······hh Ahem······" I clenched my lips, but I couldn't stop the unfinished blood from flowing from the corners of my mouth, "I can ······ alive" A word and a smile, simply vomit happily.

"Guo Qian, you bastard. Higashiyama-sensei's voice was a little choked, "You are all real men. You go to the hospital too, he's waiting for you. ”

"Original······ It's all right······" This is my last voice and relief.

The red light, the blue light, the dim street lamp is snow-white, but the yellowish street lamp is dyed by the dim snow-white car.

The sound of a rapid flute, the rhythmic chime, the noisy hands and feet, the crowd, the anxious mother, the resolute father, the hazy people.

Misty people.

The eyes of the people are hazy.

Guo Qian······

Guo Qian······

"Live ······ Well"

Her eyes lose their vitality if they are compared to gemstones. I remember the foggy lake in the early autumn morning, the crystal dew on the green leaves of summer, the warm and sad, the hazy between winter and spring, the hazy eyes, the eyes of people are hazy.

In the long nights, I remembered the games of my childhood: one or twenty children running freely in a demarcated area, picking out a boy to be a winter grandfather, a girl, and a spring girl. If a child is touched by my grandfather Dong, he will be "frozen" and unable to move, and if a child is touched by the spring girl, he will be "thawed" and can continue to run.

That time, I was Grandpa Winter, and found that no matter how hard I tried to run and chase frantically, I couldn't freeze all the children, and Spring Girl could at least keep one child running. So I brutally froze the spring girl. When I caught up with her and put my hand on her shoulder, all the children and teachers were shocked, and the children who had thawed stopped running. The teacher said, "Grandpa Winter and Miss Spring have the same skills, you can't freeze her." I said, "Last year's winter was very cold and very long." The teacher was a little stunned, but she cleverly quoted Shelley's words, "If winter comes, will spring be far away?" and all the children consciously thawed and ran. I said, "Spring is not far away, but she hasn't come." ”

There were a lot of children, some of them cried, the spring girl also cried, and finally my winter grandfather also cried, and a game broke up unhappily.

"Like last year's winter, it was very cold and very long.

"Spring is not far away, but she didn't come.

"My Grandpa Winter also cried. ”

Night, day, dream and reality, reality and nothingness, a sudden alternation, a sudden reincarnation, a sudden awakening.

"Guo Qian, what kind of stupid thing are you talking about. After my pupils adjusted to the white light of the day, I followed the sound and saw Teacher Fan, who was sitting on the hospital bed next to me, in a hospital gown, holding a cylindrical cup, enjoying some kind of drink.

"I dreamed of it. I said, "I might understand something by now." ”

"It's not that you might understand something now, Guo Qian, you have to believe that every fall is to get you close to the ground, to familiarize yourself with your roots, to see your footprints. "Teacher Fan's body has long been healed, but in order to accompany me, he applied for an extra half a month of recuperation, "The first time you woke up, I saw that your eyes had changed, I can't say that they had become clearer, but they were much clearer than before." ”

"Thank you. ”

After that, the two of us were silent for most of the day, and there was no more communication except for joking and complaining about each other's meals.

What does that dream mean? Where have I not read this memory?

When I said, "Spring is not far away, but she didn't come," which made many children cry because of fear, made many teachers cry because of past experiences, and made me cry because I hurt others, Miss Spring held back tears and said, "Although she didn't come, she is not far away, and she will come in a while." ”

It was at that time that I accepted the theory or fact that Grandpa Winter could never win completely, and that Miss Spring would win sooner or later.

"Lord. ”

"Lian Po?"

The world returns to meaning.

Life is interesting again.