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Outside.

"Say, she... How are the adults doing? ”

The girl gently closed the scarlet door and asked without looking back.

At noon at the beginning of summer, the air in Beicheng has begun to dry out, and the temperature has risen sharply.

The girl in the light blue shirt was slightly weak, and her pretty face in the prime of her youth was full of exhaustion and sadness.

Even those clear and stunning blue eyes have lost their former brilliance, less cold, and full of indescribable melancholy.

The high priest who bowed slightly behind him took a small step back, frowned, pondered for a moment, and shook his head helplessly.

......Seeing the high priest's movements, the girl's whole body suddenly stiffened for half a minute, and she couldn't think of anything if she wanted to ask.

It took a while for the girl to come back to her senses, she crossed the high priest, walked to the balcony, looked into the distance blankly, and said slowly: "Don't let the news of the adults reach the city, notify the medical department, and do everything possible to find a way to cure the adults..."

"Yes." The old high priest was in awe of the girl.

Not long after the high priest left, the maid who had been waiting for a long time came to the girl in blue with a delicate food plate.

Without waiting for the maid to ask, the girl took her own plate and entered the vermilion gate.

The slender and slender figure shows that the girl has the best years of a girl, and the short flaxen hair is neatly tied with a short ponytail, exuding a unique atmosphere that only a girl can have.

The rooms are large, with all the household items, the desks are neatly stacked with new books, the floors are even carpeted, and the white walls are covered with all kinds of handicrafts and murals.

The large bed was moved closer to the window, just where the sunlight could be seen but not shining.

Outside the window is a towering tree, with lush branches and leaves, the sun shines on the leaves, shining with a green glow, and the occasional breeze blows, and the scattered green leaves flutter in the wind.

The girl came to the bedside with the food, gently placed the food plate, turned her head and looked at the old man repeatedly.

The long gray hair, the color of which was still faintly visible, the sallow face is covered with wrinkles, and the dull lips look lifeless, even if the eyes are closed at the moment, the girl can see that it is sunken deep in the eye sockets.

The old man on the bed is much more aging than the normal old man, and when he calculates his age, he is not yet the age of Jiazi, and he is already so old.

If it weren't for the fact that you could still feel the sound of the old man's even breathing, it would not be an exaggeration to think that the old man had passed away.

The girl lowered her head and pursed her lips, moved a chair and sat in front of the bed, quietly staring at the old man's haggard and aging face, and gently stroking the old man's skinny fingers in her hands.

Perhaps it was because she was caught in a memory, the empty eyes of the girl in blue seeped out crystal liquid from time to time, and when she thought of her emotion, she raised her hand again and again to wipe away the tears that could not be stopped from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't, I don't... In this way..."

In the end, the girl with the pear blossom rain was already unbearable, and couldn't help but pounce on the old man, sobbing and shouting.

"Ahem..."

The old man, who was awakened by the girl's actions, coughed repeatedly, but the girl, who was still heartbroken just now, got up like a spring, stepped aside, distanced herself from the old man, and looked out the window.

I didn't even have time to wipe the tears off my face, and I could still hear the low sobs, but I still had to return to my former cold and arrogant posture.

“… Be... Qingning... Is it? ”

The old man's hesitant inquiry did not receive a response from the girl, and the slender turquoise eyes were clear and bright, very different from the rest of the face, and looked out of place, like the clear and lovely eyes of a twenty-eight-year-old girl.

The old man tried to get up, but he felt weak, but he was helpless but was all taken in by the girl, and quickly helped the old man up, and also padded the headrest and back cushion for her.

The old man smiled at this, although he could no longer see it from his facial expression.

The tidying girl went back to her chair and sat down, but she still tilted her head and did not look at the old man, like a child who was having an awkward relationship with her grandmother.

Neither of them spoke, so silent that they could only hear the whirring sound of blades crashing outside.

"Nothing has happened in the past few days..."After a long time, the old man finally couldn't help but ask.

When the girl heard this, she turned her head and looked at the old man angrily: "Do you still have the heart to care about those trivial things?" Have you forgotten the words of the high priest? ”

The old man was unimpressed by the girl's reprimand, and said, "The new orc shaman is different from Uru, there is a little wind and rain in the northern city, and it is bound to be known by them as soon as possible, besides... Ahem, as you know, Westman has always been eyeing Beicheng, so you have to guard against it... Ahem..."

"I said you should stop worrying about these things that are not there..."The girl muttered angrily, but her body was the first to get up and wipe the old man's back.

"It's been so many years, which one of you have seen who has come to ask for trouble? Although today's Beicheng is a piece of fat, it is the object of those unpopular forces, give them some color, can they still turn the sky upside down? ”

The girl's hand did not stop, and even her mouth was extremely sharp, and it shot out like a rain of arrows.

"Moreover, the Demon Guidance Department, the Law Circle Department, and the Blood Extermination Group in Qingzhou in Beicheng, which force has not been beaten? The orcs here have to compromise with us, and are they afraid of the trash in the south who can only fight in the nest? ”

The old man couldn't refute this, and muttered nothing.

"Your task now is to rest well and take care of your body, the high priest has said, if it weren't for the fact that you worked day and night before, overworked, even if you lose their protection, you won't be weakened to this extent, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to take care of us a little, no, it's the future of the entire people of Beicheng..."

The girl knows reason, moves with affection, and knows where the old man's weakness is.

The old man sighed, buried his head for a long time, and said, "The future of Beicheng is entrusted to you, I... Be... Reassuring... Even if I'm gone now, I don't have any regrets..."

The girl didn't follow: "What are you talking about, you're just an illness, if Beicheng doesn't have you, I see, I really don't know what will become." ”

"With you in charge of the city's defense and security, and Enoch's full development of construction and economy, there will be no problems in the northern city, I am convinced of this..."

The girl didn't wait for the old man to continue, and quickly interrupted: "So what? Without you leading us, what is the difference between Beicheng and Didu? Corruption! Without you, what is the difference between the current North City and Tanos, a dead city! ”

"Hey, don't talk about it, I sent someone to cook your favorite flower snake soup... Come on, smell it, isn't this the smell..."

The girl took out a small bowl of soup that had been dried on the food plate before, handed it to the old man, and fed it to the old man one by one.

The old man didn't eat much after taking a small sip, and he didn't mention the girl's sudden change of topic.

After the girl wiped the corners of her mouth, the old man said, "You know what? Actually, I'm not... I don't like the taste of snake soup. ”

"Huh?" When the girl heard this, she was puzzled and said, "How come? You like flower snake soup, who in this compound doesn't know? ”

The old man didn't reply, looked sideways out the window and said, "You can go out... Is it breathable? ”

The girl's awkward expression was finally soothed, and the old man's willingness to go out and walk around showed that she also had the idea of continuing to live, although for now, this idea was not very practical.

In the meaning of the high priest, the old man has two weeks at most, less than half a month.

This is something that the girl, or everyone who knows about it, cannot accept.

From the moment the old man became ill, it was also less than two weeks, and the leading figures who supported the entire three districts of Beicheng tried all possible ways to cure the old man's sudden disease, but there was no effective result.

Even if the girl forced out the elemental Poke Ball that maintained her strength and life and wanted to transfer it to the old man, she couldn't stop the old man from getting older and weaker day by day.

Carrying the old man to the wheelchair, the girl's already soothing ice face seemed to form layers of frost.

At the moment when she picked up the old man just now, the girl was awakened by the terrible weight of the light weight in her hand.

She's really out of time!

Coming downstairs, the girl pushed the wheelchair with a blank face. The old man in the wheelchair closed his eyes and enjoyed the direct sunlight, quiet and serene.

"Are you going to Beihe Garden?" The girl asked.

Beihe Garden is a multi-dimensional park area that has been fully developed in Beicheng in the past two years, with residential, commercial, entertainment and so on.

And relying on the favorable topography of the Beihe River interspersed in the center of Beicheng, it soon developed into a famous area among the best in Beicheng.

The most important thing is that the Beihe Garden is the last facility in the city that the old man has personally tried in the past ten years.

For the elderly, there may be different feelings in it.

But the old man shook his head slightly: "No, I want to go... Cliff Mountain. ”

The old man's answer made the girl stunned for a long time.

“… May I? The old man knew that this place had a past that the girl didn't want to remember, but he still asked for the girl's opinion.

“… Hmm..."The girl snorted, as thin as a mosquito.

In the afternoon, the clouds and suns kept shuttling between different clouds, appearing and dodging, and the birds in the sky rose and fell one after another.

Yashan is more than 100 miles west of Beicheng, which is the starting point of Beicheng's iron and steel industry, and the ore veins that run through the north-south line for more than 100 miles are here.

The girl took the old man in a wheelchair to take the unique nuclear crystal ride tool of Beicheng, and under the appearance of steel, there was a trembling sound, and she walked steadily on the road leading to Yashan.

Looking out the window at the fleeting factories and buildings, the well-organized farmland, and the occasional passing-by, accompanied by their laughter, the old man's still clear and bright eyes were dripping with muddy and moist liquid.

Mining was stopped a decade ago, and the over-exploitation has left the mountain in jeopardy, with mudslides and collapses occurring from time to time during heavy rains.

For the sake of the nearby residents and farmland, as well as for the future development, the Beicheng government decided to carry out a renovation plan for Yashan, a large number of trees and temporary passages, and develop Yashan from a mineral resource to a tourist site.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, the old man was already in a state of napping in a wheelchair, and the girl did not wake up the old man, and silently pushed the wheelchair up a special path leading to the cliff mountain.

How long has it been since you've been here? When was the first time you were here? When was the last time?

The girl looked left and right at the cliff mountain, which was completely different from the past, and her mind couldn't help but recall everything on the cliff.

The eyebrows on the round and pretty face were always tightly twisted together, and the light blue eyes blinked, and the pupils were clear with moist light.

In a trance, the girl pushed the old man over the mountainside and walked around the side road towards the back of the mountain.

“……”

The resting old man seemed to wake up, and his mouth was squirming and saying something.

The girl was extremely sensitive to the old man's every move, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Are the sand and gravel flowers blooming?" muttered the old man.

The girl looked left and right and didn't find any flowers and plants nearby.

Turning the corner of the hill to the junction, one road begins to descend the hill, while the other leads straight to the back hill, but it is blocked by a stone wall.

"Do you really want to go up?" The girl who stopped trembled her hands slightly, and couldn't help asking.

The old man nodded lightly to show his determination.

The huge and heavy stone wall was in the girl's hand, like a toy, and was pushed away by the girl with one hand.

After entering the wall and going around for a while, the girl was surprised by the scene inside, which was different from the gloom of the mountain in front of her, and it was bright and bright, not so much a mountainside as a courtyard of whose house.

The edge of the slope is fenced, and the slope is full of orange flowers, the stamens of which sway in the direction of the sun, as if to welcome the arrival of young girls and old people.

"When..."The strangeness in front of her made the girl have to ask.

The old man didn't know whether he didn't hear or didn't want to answer, and he tried to bend down to touch the flowers that bloomed on the ground.

"Remember the first time we met?" The old man picked up a flower, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and said to the girl.

The girl didn't know which nerve was hit again, so she reflexively muttered: "I can't remember, it's been so long." ”

"I will never forget the look of the little girl with a snot gnawing on black bread..."Before mentioning it, the old man's voice was more energetic, completely incommensurate with his appearance, except for a little hoarseness.

"You... Don't mention it. The girl seems to be very concerned about her past.

The old man didn't care about the girl's verbal obstruction, and continued: "Qingning really hasn't changed at all, whether it's appearance or age. I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now that I think about it, I really envy you..."

"Don't say it..."

"I'm afraid I won't say it again, I won't have a chance to say it."

"No..." The old man's words were not wrong at all, the girl was obviously only a few years younger than the old man, but she had a girlish face and personality, and she began to twitch quietly.

The old man smiled and turned his head to look at the inside of the ramp, a strange rectangular stone door.

"Okay, stop crying. They are all old people, and they still shed tears like children, like what words! If your subordinates see it, how will you lead them in the future? ”

The old man stroked the head of the girl squatting in front of him with one hand and blamed.

The girl's sobbing voice became louder and louder, and she almost cried.

"Woooooo Qingning, I really want to... Teacher..."

The weeping girl sobbed and said what was in her heart.

The girl's twisted and weeping tearful face seemed to infect the old man, and she couldn't help but blink her eyes again and again, trying to stop the tears that came out of her eyes.

After all, this is the place, after all, it is the place where the rescue, the reception and the teaching of the girl's skills, like the rebirth of parents, finally leave.

After so many years, some things, some people, will always stay in a certain part of the memory that they can't forget.

Even in a dream, I look forward to seeing each other again.

“… I'm sorry..."The girl quickly apologized for her gaffe and gaffe.

The old man shook his head and said guiltily: "The one who should apologize is me." ”

There was silence for a while, and then the old man pleaded, "Can you pick a few sand and stone flowers for me?" Fold two more flower vines. ”

The girl didn't think much of it, and got up to respond to the old man's request.

Taking the flowers and vines from the girl's hands, the old man's trembling hands began to weave slowly.

I watched the flowers and petals in the old man's hands twisted together on the vines and braided into a head ring.

"What is this?" The girl asked curiously.

In the girl's memory, it seems that it is difficult to remember that the old man would have such a skill. After decades of spending time together, the girl could only recall the old man appearing at the negotiation table and conference table again and again.

How could she possibly do this kind of handiwork in her daughter's house!?

The wreath made by the old man is not pretty, and it can even be said to be a failure, even a girl who has never seen the finished product can see it at a glance.

"Is it pretty?" The old man asked himself with the crooked wreath in his hand.

The girl shook her head very directly.

The old man was not angry, but chuckled and said, "Sure enough, it was the master and apprentice, and at the beginning, he also acted the same as you... Hehe. ”

If fate hadn't taken away the time of the old woman in front of her, how would the smile just now be overwhelming?

Obviously, for so long, this person, like himself, has the beautiful face and ageless body that all women crave.

And at the same time, she has the unique wisdom and courage, status and power of women in the world, why did God suddenly take away everything from her overnight, including her life.

In the eyes of the girl, except for the identity of the born zero-element, the old man is almost a perfect existence in other aspects.

Beautiful, kind, intelligent, decisive, wise and unwavering in faith.

From a member of a family who lost power at the beginning of adulthood to the head of Beicheng who is now famous in the mainland; to develop a dilapidated and lonely northern town into a democratic regime on a par with any other power on the mainland; Bringing thousands of displaced people from the three northern states of the former empire into a prosperous era that is now more powerful than ever.

Say what tens of millions of people don't dare to do, and do what hundreds of millions of people don't want.

No matter how you evaluate the old man in front of her, the girl can't find any words to criticize her, she is simply the embodiment of wisdom and beauty, a realistic version of the god descending to earth.

Yesterday was the goddess of immortality loved by the people, but today is the twilight of her life.

God, sometimes like to joke.

Probably, that's her fruit!

"What's wrong?"

In the girl's long thoughts, the old man turned around and asked.

The girl hurriedly waved her hand: "No, it's nothing." ”

The old man didn't care about the girl's actions, but focused his attention on the strange stone gate on the back of the mountain, and continued to be in a daze.

I don't know what she thought of, the old man occasionally showed a different expression when she stared at the stone door in a daze, perhaps this was the richest facial change since she had aged.

Sometimes smiling, sometimes melancholy, let the girl guess left and right next to her, very curious.

"Can you grant me one last request?"

Just when the girl also followed the old man's expression into the meeting mode, the old man suddenly spoke.

For such a question, the girl was very dissatisfied: "What do you say about the last request?" When you are well, we will agree to any request..."

The old man shook his head and said, "My body, I know best..."

"You zero-element, what do you know!?"

"Let me finish my sentence, you, you're still so impatient, cough cough..."

The old man's cough choked the girl's words in her throat that she wanted to refute.

“…… After I go, put my ashes... Buried here... Ahem..."The old man's hoarse voice coughed and said his last wish.

"Don't..."

"This is my last, request," the old man pleaded with a bitter face to the young girl.

The girl snorted and replied, "No, your business, I can't do it." ”

"You can."

"I, I don't..."

Faced with a wayward girl who was nearly sixty years old, the old man looked helpless.

"At the end of this life, I hope to be willful once, so that the belief that I have always believed in can be persistent..."

"I did my best and persevered in his agreement. Now, let me fulfill my last wish here... All right? ”

The visitor was as calm as ever, with a hazy face with a final smile.

"That's... What the? The girl was puzzled by the old man's wishes.

For so many years, the old man has devoted all his efforts to reform and govern the three states of Beicheng, and he has never heard that the old man still has his own inner desires.

The old man looked at the wreath of flowers woven in his hand and said slowly: "One day in the future, I hope... He was able to put it on my head with his own hands and fulfill his unfulfilled promise..."

The 'he' in the old man's mouth, the girl knows who she is referring to.

has maintained the same flower letter years for decades, and the old man has never mentioned marriage, which makes many people puzzled.

How many young talents who have seen the old man with beautiful faces, and the heroes and talents all have a heart of admiration for her, but unfortunately they are all the hearts of King Xiang, and the goddess has no intention.

The world thinks that the founder of Beicheng is a wonderful woman who doesn't understand Fengyue and only knows state affairs.

Who knows the tenderness in her heart, only for whom to wait.

"I'm going to be here, to be the first to welcome him back, even if it's a dead soul..."

The old man smiled at the scorching sun that came out of the clouds, his withered hands clenched the garlands, and his voice was bright and firm.

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