In front of the tombstone, Zhou Tianche, Lu Bai, Qi Fei, and Meng Temple sprinkled wine in front of the graves, chattering about what happened during this time, with a face full of grief and nostalgia, Qi Fei squatted down, and gently rubbed his fingers against the name of Rong Zhi on the tombstone.

Shen Bujiao remembered the scene when he got along with Rong Zhi on the battlefield, Rong Zhi is a very rigorous person, likes to use data to speak, quite a bit of the style of a scholar and pedant in the book, erudite and talented, talking to him is a very comfortable and pleasant thing.

I didn't expect that the farewell of that day would become the secret of this life.

Thinking of the past, Shen Bujiao's heart was blocked, the tip of her nose was sour, and she couldn't help crying, she sobbed in a low voice, she didn't dare to alarm others, and she didn't bother Zhou Tianche and them.

She looked at the endless tombstone, and wondered if one day, she would become a name on this tombstone.

The memorial is extremely solemn, even the most naughty and playful students on weekdays stand here, and they are also silent, full of respect for their ancestors.

Donglin stood at the highest place of Meifeng, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of red plums, falling on these vibrant, representing the future hope of the floating tree, his eyes were very complicated, as if carrying hundreds of years of vicissitudes and sadness.

Some students hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask Qin Zheng, "Master Qin, ...... the grave keeper just now?"

The students looked at Qin Zheng cautiously with hope, and Qin Zheng met their gaze for a long time before he whispered, "This grave keeper is named Donglin. ”

All the students gathered around and looked directly at Qin Zheng, Qin Zheng continued: "He used to be a soldier, his combat power is not bad, he has always been a man of the year in the Military Academy, and the strength of his team can also be ranked first in the entire Military Academy. ”

Speaking of this, Qin Zheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, with a desolate and simple meaning in his voice, "The Void Battle Situation is unpredictable, and the strength of the Void Monster should not be underestimated, you are still in the training stage, and you don't know yet, the battles between our Futong and the Void Monsters are not all in the form of large-scale battles between the two armies, there is never a small number of open and secret battles, the Void Monsters are very different from the Futong Demon Beasts, many of them are intelligent creatures, and their abilities and means are not inferior to ours." ”

"Don't take them lightly. Qin Zheng's expression was serious, and he solemnly warned them, "Donglin's team was once sent to carry out the task of encircling and suppressing the Void Monsters, and they were imprisoned. His voice sank, "A total of twenty-five people, and later the military got the information that they asked for rescue, and sent people to support, but unfortunately the void monster was strong, and cunning and changeable, taking advantage of the terrain, all the one hundred and eight reinforcements were killed, and a total of one hundred and thirty-three soldiers were dispatched that time, and only one Donglin came back alive, bringing back the news that was crucial to Ukikiri." ”

"He was seriously injured and had a crippled leg. Qin Zheng looked straight ahead, "And the reason why Donglin was able to come back alive was because of the glimmer of life that those one hundred and thirty-two soldiers had exchanged for their bodies as a bridge and blood as sacrifices......

A student hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master Qin, did Mr. Donglin come to the cemetery later because his legs and feet were inconvenient and he could no longer go to the battlefield to become a grave keeper?!"

Qin Zheng shook his head slightly, with a bit of regret and sadness in his tone, "No, after years of fighting, the wind and fire, the soldiers who died in that battle were all his brothers who were born and died, and it was his comrades-in-arms who left him the hope of life......"

Qin Zheng's words were not finished, but the blood, tears and vicissitudes carried in them were known to everyone.

The sound of the red plum and the wind and snow seems to have played a tragic lament......

Shen Bujiao once saw such a sentence in a book - the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected.

But at this moment, everyone felt the same and was moved.

Probably because, this may also be their predetermined fate after that.

Looking at the mountain plum trees in the east, the broken white snow falls Qiongfang, he is dressed in silk white clothes standing in the wind and snow, the red plum is proud of the snow, the petals are flying with the wind, some of them turned around and fell on his shoulders, and another gust of cold wind blew, and the petals fell into mud.

Donglin is alone, at first glance, he only feels cold and arrogant, indifferent and elegant, but under the closer inspection, he only feels that he is alone in the vast sea of clouds, and the old man is empty of sadness.

Donglin didn't pay much attention to Qin Zheng and his party, let alone Zhou Tianche, Qi Fei, Lu Bai, and Meng Si, he didn't even see them.

Donglin stretched out his hand, and a few snowflakes fell to his warm palm, instantly melting into snow water, sliding down the rough palm lines, the stiff, cold fingertips moved, and the palm and finger were hollow, always making people feel that something should be placed there.

In other words, Donglin's hand should hold something.

Everywhere he looked, it was cold and empty, always reminding him of the ruins of many years ago...... and that period of walking side by side, watching and helping each other, and fighting bloodily.

Qin Zheng left the group of students and walked towards Donglin, and when he saw this scene from a distance, he was stunned for a moment, this situation seemed to coincide with the scene when Donglin was soaked in blood a hundred years ago, staggering and dragging his broken body from the depths of the void.

Coincidentally, that day, he was also present, the void was vast, with blue as the background all the year round, like a lotus blooming from the grass, shining with a faint blue luster, mysterious and ethereal and barren and silent, the sky forever twisted, not very bright but enough to illuminate the figure in the distance that was walking alone, although embarrassed and broken, but still resolute and upright, his steps slowly and firmly walked towards the floating tree.

At that time, Donglin was a person who was snowing heavily in the dark, he walked very slowly, step by step, staggering, and seemed to fall down in the next second, but he didn't, Qin Zheng at that time only thought that Donglin was seriously injured and physically and mentally exhausted after that long and arduous battle and long journey, which made his steps so heavy, as if he was carrying a big mountain.

It wasn't until many years later that Qin Zheng understood what a heavy responsibility was carried on Donglin's thin shoulders, condensing the hard work and will of all the soldiers who died in battle, the longing for their family's hometown, and the promise that they would never be able to fulfill and return on schedule, their bodies fell into the void forever, and even the bones were gone.

One hundred and thirty-three warriors went, and he was the only one who triumphed, and the tragedy of the battle can be imagined.

All those who saw this scene were unanimously moved, and their hearts were haunted by desolate sadness.

Sometimes, it takes more courage to live in humiliation than to die tragically.