Chapter 22, Burial, Memories
Chu Ya, who walked out of the police station, saw that the sky had darkened.
Originally, it was not dark when I first left the school, but it was delayed for so long when I encountered this kind of thing.
"It's only the next day, and I'm missing a day's shift." Chu Ya sighed: "I hope I can not deduct my salary!" “
But as soon as I took two steps, I saw a black Passat parked under the lights on the side of the road, because the car was parked in front of the police station, and ordinary people would go to the police station at night to play.
There was no one around, and the car looked very strange in the light of the street lights.
Chu Ya walked in front of the Passat, opened the door directly and got in.
There were two people in the car, one in the driver's seat and one in the back.
In the back row sat an old man, wearing a suit and tie, with black and white hair, and a small porcelain cup in his hand, drinking tea one by one!
"You guessed it, right?" After a brief silence, the old man spoke.
The originally serious expression became smiling.
"No, I don't know until now." Chu Ya spoke.
That's right, sitting in the car at this time is the current principal of No. 1 Middle School, the previous generation of dragon group dragon wings.
"You kid, what kind of garlic do you put in it, and you still say you don't know? You counted me in when you did it, if you were so easy to be arrested by the police, when you ruled the world, didn't those masters eat white rice? Wu Hong said very politely.
"Buried! Long time no see. The driver sitting in front of him suddenly turned his head.
This person was originally wearing a baseball cap, and it seemed that he wanted to hide something from a distance, but when he turned around like this, his face was directly displayed in front of Chu Ya.
The face is angular, the heart is sword-eyed, the hat is short hair, and the figure is thin, but very strong.
"Sure enough, it's you." Hearing this person call out his name, Chu Ya was not surprised, and his face seemed very indifferent: "What? Haven't you died all these years? You're going to have a big life. “
"Yes! My comrades-in-arms are basically sacrificed, and there are not a few brothers left! The man turned his head to look out of the car, but his mouth was full of sighs, and his tone was desolate.
"People who go against the sky are ......" Chu Ya's face began to fluctuate a little at this time: "Nebula, what about the people of the Fire God?" “
"Since you left, the forces of all parties have begun to move purely, and the sky is the first to bear the blow, Nebula, and the Vulcan have also been more or less impacted, although they have survived with their heritage, but their real middle-class members have begun to have casualties, and now they are relying on a few of us to bear it.
There was silence in the car.
"Settle your own affairs, don't involve me!" After the silence, Chu Ya said.
"But" The man wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it, and it looked like Chu Ya, who was sitting in the back, and he was stunned and closed his mouth again.
"Tianzhixing, don't get me involved, I don't want to mention the things of the year."
For some reason, Chu Ya directly shouted out this person's name angrily, opened the car door and got out of the car directly.
"Burial"
Chu Ya's heart was chaotic, walking on the street, aimlessly.
I really want to go on like this, and I don't think about any worries, anything.
Walking and walking, Chu Ya walked to the beach again.
Chu Ya didn't know why, every time he felt that he was not in a good mood, he would go to the beach.
It's as if the sea can contain any mistakes of its own, any troubles.
Looking at the sea, the heart that had just fluctuated calmed down.
The starlight flickered, the sea breeze blew his hair, and the moonlight on Chu Ya's side face seemed to be a little more gloomy, a little more lonely, and lonely.
"What do you think?" A female voice came from behind: "I don't know why, I think you'll be here." “
"Thank you."
"Why say thank you, aren't we friends?"
Han Rou was wearing a white dress, and the sea breeze blew her hair away, just like that, standing behind Chu Ya.
"Want to hear a story?" Chu Ya suddenly said, "Continuing from last time." “
Han Rou didn't say anything and sat next to Chu Ya.
"My whole life can be said to be a mistake, I should not have existed in the world, there is only one belief in my mind."
"Protect her! That's enough! “
"From that day on, after we were rescued by the old man, our lives began to take a new turn, although there was no good food and drink at that time, but we could eat and clothe warmly."
Han Rou nodded silently, she knew that the old man in her mouth was the one who saved Chu Ya.
"It didn't take long for me to start learning martial arts, and the old man said to give me two choices."
"Get stronger, be the strongest."
"What did you choose?" Han Rou asked.
"The strongest!"
"I practiced martial arts day and night, and at the age of twelve, I was thrown into the back mountain, fighting with wild beasts, and even for a while, I didn't feel my own humanity at all, only the most basic beast instincts."
"There is no strongest in the world, but I can only choose to keep getting stronger, and only by constantly climbing up can I see farther peaks and protect the people I want to protect."
Han Rou suddenly turned her head to look at Chu Ya: "You succeeded!" “
"No, I didn't!"
"When you decide to survive, you're already successful, aren't you?" Han Rou asked rhetorically.
Han Rou turned her head to look at the sea again: "Although I am not you, I can feel your feelings. “
"I was brought up by my mother since I was a child, and my mother said that my father was a soldier and wanted to defend the country, so he had no time to protect us.
"When I was 12 years old, my dad didn't text or call me for my birthday like he normally would."
"I remember very well, my dad bought the biggest cake in a cake shop that day, and we had a birthday as a family, and I never felt this warmth, and it was my happiest time."
Speaking of this, Han Roudian actually had two lines of teardrops on her face, which looked so crystal clear under the reflection of the moonlight.
"When the light of the fire illuminates the house and the faces of our family, I feel as if my father will never leave me at that moment."
"But I was wrong, and after that night, Dad never came back."
"I asked my mother, and my mother just covered her face and cried and refused to speak, I was just too young at that time, but I was not stupid, and I realized something in the dark."
"Daddy died!" Speaking of this, Han Rou stopped, hugging her knees and crying silently.