"Bang, clang" accompanied by the sound of train wheels and rails rubbing, Bixia collapsed on the hard seat, swaying slightly as the train rose and fell. The cloudy brain was running rapidly, bringing with it the weakness of the whole body, and the bouts of nausea and retching.

"Hehe......" put his hand on his forehead, unconsciously slumped in the back of the chair and the corner of the window, the corners of Bi Xia's mouth curled slightly, and let out a self-deprecating wry smile.

It was a train car, and the whole train was filled with teenagers in khaki camouflage uniforms. These teenagers are not very old, some of them look only seventeen or eighteen years old, and their young faces are unwilling, curious, and longing.

Some of them look down at books, some whisper, and none of them can be indifferent to the life they will face. Judging by the dress and age of these teenagers, it can be seen that they are a group of recruits, or recruits who are about to enlist in the army.

Contrary to their novelty, timidity, or expectation, Bi Xia's whole person was confused at this time, and the slightly frowning brow and the smile on the corner of his mouth that seemed to mock and painful showed that his heart was not so calm.

Bi Xia is a sophomore in the directing department of the Capital Film Academy, and he is in the age of being a teenager who does not know the feeling of sorrow. There is no compulsory military service in Huaxia, let alone an ivory tower student like Bi Xia, let alone join the army. It was just what happened a few weeks ago that turned Bi Xia's simple world world upside down.

Three weeks ago, one day, Bixia received a call from home, and it was an unacceptable fact. The younger sister sobbed silently and told him that when his father and mother were out, they were in a car accident, and they were both hospitalized, and the hospital issued a critical illness notice.

Bi Xia was stunned and confused, he couldn't imagine what would happen to his world without his loving mother and gentle father. He immediately asked for leave from school and rushed home overnight.

The will of God is not transferred for the individual. He pleaded that prayer would not bring miracles to his father's life. When he rushed to the hospital, he still didn't see his father's worst side after all, and only gave him his father's cold body and a notice that the rescue was ineffective.

Bixia still remembers how she felt. Tears dripped down her cheeks, and her shoulders twitched uncontrollably. He wanted to cry loudly, but he tried desperately to suppress it.

Just because her mother is still in the hospital, she is more sad than herself. Bi Xia can only put away her cowardice and pitiful sorrow, and comfort her mother who is still on the hospital bed and her sister who is like a girl with a disguised strength. Because he's a man.

If this was the only way to do it, Bixia might be able to bear it, however, the heavens played a joke on him again.

This time there were too many injured patients in a mega car accident, and the plasma prepared by the hospital was insufficient. Bi Xia volunteered to donate blood for his mother, and it was because of this incident that Bi Xia heard the biggest joke in his life.

"Hey, why is your blood type type A, is it a mistake by the testing center?"

"What's wrong, doctor?"

"Your father has blood type B, and your mother has blood type O, which is genetically impossible to have type A and AB."

This sentence "coaxed" to explode in Bi Xia's mind and blew him up, only he knew that there was nothing wrong with Lu Dao Hospital, he was indeed blood type A. In other words, the two parents who have raised him for more than 20 years are not his biological parents?

His father died, his life story was revealed, and under the double blow, Bi Xia was at a loss. At that moment, he didn't know where the sorrow came from, he only felt as if he was isolated and abandoned by the entire world.

He resisted not to confirm it to his mother, who was drenched in grief. An ugly smile squeezed out of his stiff face, accompanied and comforted his mother and sister.

With the help of relatives, he completed his father's funeral. After his mother was safely discharged from the hospital, he rushed out of the house. Didn't even say hello. Because he felt that his patience was at the limit, he didn't know how to deal with himself.

He didn't know how to deal with it, he was just a child, a child who hadn't experienced setbacks and tribulations.

Coincidentally, at this time, in order to respond to the call of the state and improve the quality of the army, the school organized and encouraged college students to join the army. In order to escape from this familiar environment, Bi Xia ignored the advice of his friends and teachers, and even hid from his mother and sister to sign up for the army.

In the face of this upheaval in his life, he chose to escape.

The day before he left school, it was a pouring rain night, and Bixia walked alone on campus, looking at the grass and trees he was familiar with. He was about to leave the school he was familiar with and go to a place he didn't know at all to live in the environment, and he didn't know whether he was right or wrong, and no one could comfort him at this time.

In the dark night, the rain rests. How lonely is it?

The sky swept through the lightning, illuminating the night and roaring the earth, but it could not disperse the darkness in his heart.

A flash of lightning struck a tree beside him, stirring up a fire that illuminated Bixia's numb face. The chaotic strings of electric currents in the air, under the action of the rain, directed all these currents to him who was stunned.

Maybe it's a good idea to die like this. When Bixia fell straight down, his empty eyes looked at the sky, where his childhood and his joy were.

When he woke up, it was already five or six o'clock in the morning the next day. He didn't know if he didn't die for Lang, and he didn't even have any injuries on his body, but he didn't know if he had a cold after the rain, he only felt that his brain was very heavy, and there were countless inexplicable things that suddenly existed in his brain. It made him all confused.

Mu Ran got into the car, and all the recruits in this phase converged, he was like a marionette, completely unautonomous. On the train, he just stayed on it.

This day has been in a state of sleep, as if sleeping and waking up, as if waking up and sleeping, and so on. This is a kind of mourning that is greater than the death of the heart.

While grieving for what happened to me, my brain is sorting out these inexplicable things. It looks like mottled fragments, but it is vague and indistinct, occasionally scratching over, like duckweed on the water, disappearing from time to time, or like a shaking carbon drink, gushing out and crowding the brain.

Whenever this happens, Bixia will feel a slight swelling pain in his brain, like a CPU running rapidly, making a sound similar to "click".

In this state of coma, Bi Xia couldn't tell what all this was about, and he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or a reality. At the same time, he didn't bother to distinguish between these, because under this kind of confusion, he could temporarily forget the pain in his heart.

These mottled memory fragments, appearing...... Disappear...... Appear...... Disappear......

I don't know how long it took for this "fantasy" to finally subside a little. He was finally able to think and explore on his own.

Bi Xia only felt as if there was an extra person's memory in his head, the memory of a person who had nothing to do with him at all. These memories were imprinted in his mind like some kind of imprint.