Today the weather is gray, and the whole sky is covered with leaden clouds, like an old man with a gloomy face, losing his temper wantonly. This was followed by the misty summer rain, and the sky was full of continuous rain, which seemed to be broken, like countless invisible lines leading to the sky.

Mercaren stood in the wet, soft earth, the corner of the Enterprise Academy, where the Ship's Lady once lived. Now it is a ruin, and countless rubbles are scattered all over the place, mixed with dead branches and leaves, forming this bleak picture. He walked deep and shallow into the ruins, only sporadic photographs moaning feebly in the rain, a broken face, only half of the sea remained, and that familiar face, and the calm young man appeared again in the eyes of the Macallen like a dry well, like a torch thrown into it, lighting up his eyes.

He sighed deeply, crouched down and picked up the relatively complete photo of the two with his old and trembling knuckles, with the snow-capped mountains in the background, and the pure white picture stood out in the burnt yellow corners, like an undisturbed holy place, without human pollution. Mecaren knew that it was an Alpine snow-capped mountain, located in a small country on the edge of the Atlantic, and it was a very beautiful place. In the photo, Xu Kai's thin figure is standing on the mountainside, and on the side is a girl as pure and beautiful as the snow-capped mountain, her long white hair as white as snow is floating in the wind, and her delicate face is a satisfied smile. He had never seen a ship girl smiling so happily, like an innocent child, with such a pure smile.

Maybe this is called the real ship mother and the admiral, both of them are each other's biggest support, like an inseparable combination, no one is complete without it. And he was a cruel executioner, taking the big knife in his hand, and slashing the connection between the two men, not caring about their cries and screams, forcing them to never see each other again. This is like the cruelest punishment in the world, so that two people who love each other are separated from each other, and they remember each other's appearance through memory in endless years. This is probably the most spurned profession in the world, but I despise it for fun, like a thread behind a puppet, controlling the trajectory of the fate of the two.

Mecaren smiled tremblingly, his face twisted ugly like a coiled root. He exhaled the air from his lungs deeply, as if he had vomited all the heavy burdens. He didn't know that an old guy like himself, who called himself a madman, would have such a sad day, and his eyes moistened in this ruin, not knowing whether it was a drop of rain or uncomfortable tears. He took off the black top hat he wore on his head, clipped it between his knuckles, pulled the crumpled cigar from the pocket of his black suit, held it in his mouth, and lit it in the drizzle with a copper lighter. Billowing smoke rises from the mouth of the cigarette, accompanied by the fragrance of tobacco wafting in the rain. It was the first cigarette he had lit in many years, and for the crazy plan in his mind, he had honed himself like an ascetic walking in the world, maintaining the necessary exercise every day, and quitting the addiction to smoking, as well as rinsing with cold water in the bath. It's hard to imagine a half-cut old man and a figure that this young man envies, with solid muscles hidden under the formal suit, like an old man waiting for the right time, with a thousand miles of ambition in his dry heart.

He took a deep breath, and the familiar and unfamiliar taste burrowed into his nose and lungs, rumbling through it and spitting out of his mouth. He looked at this land that had been ravaged by the vicissitudes of life, and standing here, he could even faintly smell the suffocating smell of gunpowder, like countless ghosts that could not be dispersed, entrenched here. Macallen smirked smirks at the remnants of the building, his lips twitching as if talking to an unseen soul.

"Xu Kai, I have come here to see you in accordance with the agreement." He found a protruding stone, not caring about the silt on it, and sat cross-legged. "Even though I didn't bring flowers with me this time, I know you've never liked anything flashy, and you were my most proud student when I was at the Academy, and even the current student council president, Scar, is not as good as you in my eyes. When I became your lifelong mentor, I asked you if you found out that the world was not as simple as you imagined, but like a labyrinth of full difficulty, and you had to keep going around and around in it to have a chance to escape, would you choose to stay where you are or go with the flow? I still remember your answer, a strange and fantastical one. You said I wouldn't go into such a labyrinth, and even if I did, I would break it and walk out one way out. ”

"If it were someone else, I would just think of him as young and vigorous, and he didn't know how to be flexible. But you're not, you're one of my most proud students. With that, he took a deep breath of his cigar and let the rich smoke dispel the unknown sadness. Maybe it's fate, sometimes you say you'll never be what you are, and according to Murphy's Law, you will. You say you're never going to walk into that labyrinth and end up going around in circles all the time, you say you're going to punch the wall, but still make a detour through the blockade. Reality is sometimes completely different from what you imagined, and the world you imagined is destined to exist only in fantasy, and reality will not change because of you. Even though I'm a person who wants to change the world, I sometimes feel powerless. ”

He looked up, his pale hair messing in the rain, the drizzle blurring his vision. "Xu Kai, I really envy you, even in a desperate situation, there are still people who are concerned about your safety, and I only have this broken body and still stubbornly burning soul. Even if I suddenly die on the road one day, no one will take a second look. This is the biggest difference between me and you, you live for the figure in your heart, and I only exist for my own selfish desires. They all say that people can't do anything when they're old, but I don't believe it, I think desire is the biggest reason for human beings to live, and it is also the huge wheel that drives us forward. ”

"Your psychic mentor Yas once discussed with me whether there was such a thing as fate, and this stubborn old man had always believed in the Bible, and was a devout Catholic. But I don't believe in the ethereal gods, I'm an apostle who walks in darkness, and even if there are gods, the light of his forgiveness won't let the light of his forgiveness shine on me, a heinous sinner, and I will always believe in myself and no one else, like a blockaded island where I am the only one living on it. He picked up his burnt cigar, the scarlet dots burning in the rain. A few months later, in the winter, Yas died in his home, where he died suddenly of a heart attack due to heavy snowfall. This devout believer eventually returned to the arms of the Lord and was out of our sight forever. When I arrived at his house, his face was so peaceful that there was no pain in the slightest, as if he was just asleep on the floor. I was surrounded by relatives and friends who were crying for him, but I didn't, only deep regret and reluctance, but no sadness. I was thinking that this should be the firm faith in his heart, everyone will show their best side in front of their own faith, Yas saw his Lord when he was dying, without pain and entanglement, and followed the Lord step by step out of this world with a smile on his face. I don't know what kind of expression I'll have when I die, or how long I'll be able to hold up with this body, maybe when I'm in the ground, the crazy thoughts in my heart are still on paper, and there is no hope of them coming true. ”

"But sometimes people are like that, the more difficult things are, the more you want to get them, and you feel as if you just work a little harder, and you can take a step forward. However, this is not the case, those who cannot get it are always ahead, always just a little away from your fingertips, but there is no chance to touch them. Mecarron stood up, and the rain above her head tended to get heavier and heavier, and the bean-sized droplets began to fall and begin to soak the land. He put his top hat back on, his back straight like a funeral guest. He stood solemnly in the rain, watching silently, the cigar between his fingers had been extinguished by the raindrops, and the wisps of smoke fell in the rain. "Xu Kai, I'm leaving here and going to a very distant place, where there is a frozen land, close to the extreme point of the world, where it snows heavily every day, and there is knee-high snow everywhere. Where I will continue my plan, perhaps I will come back with fame, or I may sleep forever in that barren land. I don't know what the future holds, I don't know how far I can go, no matter what the outcome is, I will continue to go until I die. He paused and took a deep breath of cool air from the rain, "Goodbye Xu Kai, you enviable guy." He said his parting words, threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the rain, and turned to walk against the rain. The dense curtain of rain covered the sky, like an angry man constantly tilting his anger in the air, and the raindrops crackled in the air, and before they could hit the ground, they shattered, turning into a white cloud of debris and dripping.

Mercaren walked slowly in such heavy rain, without panic and panic. He looked up slightly at the horizon in the distance, where branch-shaped lightning streaked through, and the white light broke through the clouds with a thunderous roar, as if the whole world was overwhelmed by the rain. The scene reminded him of the Great Flood that Yas had spoken of, a means by which the gods judged sins, and countless rains rained down from heaven without ceasing until every part of the world was annihilated by this endless flood. And those who have good thoughts can ride on the huge Noah's Ark to avoid such a catastrophe that will destroy the world.

If there is really such a punishment, I am afraid that I will only be a skeleton sunk in the water, and I am not qualified to go on the boat at all. He smiled self-deprecatingly, stepped on the muddy road under his feet, and walked step by step to a distance he didn't know. Like a lone wanderer, with no one to accompany him.