Deep East, Futian, Mangrove Forest

A full moon in the sky, a bright moonlight, hit the gray ground

Qi Chen and Tong Xinyu walked towards the shore of the mangrove lake.

Qi Chen didn't take Tong Xinyu by the hand, this was also the first time he went out, and he didn't take the initiative to take the lead.

Tong Xinyu is also unusual, she is not coquettish and cute.

The two of them walked quietly like this.

Groups of pedestrians around him hurried by.

Almost all of them, with sadness on their faces.

Walk dozens of steps with a small bend.

After turning a small corner, a boundless inner bay suddenly appeared in front of me.

The calm waters appear sparkling in the moonlight.

Unlike usual, at this time, on the surface of the sea, there was a chapter of crimson candle flames.

Outside the candle flame, there are transparent crystal lotus flowers.

The entire sea has almost become a sea of lotus candles.

Each lotus lamp represents a longing.

Today's candles are more than ten times more than the candles of the Midyear Festival in previous years.

Even the clouds in the sky were almost dyed red.

meantime

There was a desolate cry, echoing intermittently.

Qi Chen's body trembled.

In his mind, it suddenly occurred to him that not long ago, the depression and misery of the outbreak of the nematode virus.

Thinking of the whole of Kyushu, in just one week, the population has been reduced by 400 million.

People are like lamps

A man dies like a lamp goes out.

The hatred in my heart, unconsciously, has dissipated a lot.

"Hmm...... Hmm~"

suddenly

Convulsive cries came from the side.

Qi Chen's heart shook and he turned his head to look.

Under the moonlight, Tong Xinyu's lonely figure was constantly trembling, and drops of crystal tears, under the bright moonlight, kept falling, smashing on the ground, turning into small flowers.

The flowers are like the white lotuses on the sea.

A sharp pain like tearing suddenly hit Qi Chen's heart.

Qi Chen took a brisk walk, walked behind Tong Xinyu, and hugged her tightly.

At this moment, all the resentment, anger and hatred towards Tong Hua dissipated.

The rest is all about Tong Xinyu's love and distress.

"Xinyu, we ...... Go put the river lanterns. ”

Feeling the trembling of Xinyu in his arms, Qi Chen said softly.

"Hmm~"

Tong Xinyu's voice was weak.

This time, Qi Chen held Tong Xinyu's hand tightly and didn't let go.

All the way to the river.

Qi Chen took out the river lantern he had bought earlier.

Watch the lotus lanterns light up in your hands, and finally float into the distance, into the Pacific Ocean.

Tong Xinyu suppressed her emotions for a day, and she couldn't help it, so she cried out loud.

"Xinyu, cry, it's okay to cry."

Qi Chen hugged Tong Xinyu and comforted softly.

And in his heart, looking at the several lotus lanterns he released, he also prayed silently: "Father, although I don't remember your appearance anymore. But I still hope that you can rest assured that you are below.

Mother and I, both are doing well, you don't have to worry.

Mei'er, don't worry, I will definitely resurrect you.

And my good brother Wang Qin, He Xueqiang, you ...... Go all the way. ”

Ten minutes later

Suddenly, there was a continuous and even breathing sound in his arms.

Qi Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked at the endless river lights in front of him, constantly flowing towards the Pacific Ocean.

The thoughts in his heart seem to be like water, following the river lanterns, constantly flowing into the bottom of his heart.

"It's time to go back."

Qi Chen whispered to himself, he got up, hugged Tong Xinyu, and paced away.

Behind him, a river lamp emitted a faint candlelight, like a constantly twinkling star.

illuminated the way back for Qi Chen and other pedestrians.

……

When I got home, it was ten o'clock in the evening

Seeing Xinyu sleeping on the bed, Qi Chen tiptoed out of Xinyu's boudoir.

"Stinky boy, what's wrong with Xinyu?"

In the living room, Li Yue's eyes were slightly red.

Obviously, the Midyear Festival also reminded her of some sad people and sad things.

"Mom, the enmity between my father and Heavenly Court, you see that Tong Hua, the culprit, is dead.

Let's not be angry with Xinyu, and don't tell her, okay? ”

Qi Chen looked at Li Yue.

"Hey, I know. The dead are gone, and the hatred will disappear with it. What's more, Xinyu is not Tong Hua's daughter. Except for a surname, she didn't have anything to give from Tong Hua.

Mother, actually, I don't blame Xinyu for a long time.

However, Chen'er, you must remember that Tong Hua is hateful, but with him, he can't subvert my Heavenly Court.

The real action that killed your father and destroyed the heavenly court was the scene of the organization and the Penglai behind it.

Though the curtain has been destroyed by you. But Penglai is still at large.

Chen'er, you must take back Penglai's head and pay tribute to your father and the undead of Heaven.

Otherwise, I'm just a ghost, and I won't forgive you. ”

Li Yue's eyes were bloodshot, and her breath became even more confused.

Obviously, it was caused by excessive mood swings.

"Mom, the child promises that he will definitely take off Penglai's head with his own hands and use it to pay tribute to his father and the predecessors of the Heavenly Court."

Qi Chen's body was shocked, and his mother's words made his mind tremble.

He could feel the hatred and anger contained in his mother's body.

For Penglai, there is not only the hatred of killing his father, but also the battle of luck.

And, with this time, there is a growing understanding of the system.

Qi Chen had a feeling in his heart,

He and Penglai and Zeus trio

Only one person can live.

"Chen'er, I believe you. It's late at night, go to sleep. ”

Li Yue'e sighed, turned around, and left a lonely and lonely back.

……

Back in the room, Qi Chen's mind slowly calmed down.

Thinking about what happened today, and the feeling of being in the mangroves, is that feeling of lovesickness.

In Qi Chen's mind, a poem suddenly flashed,

It was the hard drive in my head, the last poem.

There was a pause

Qi Chen walked to the desk, turned on the computer, and logged in to his personal Weibo, which he hadn't been on for a long time.

Qi Chen didn't look at the red [99+] prompt message.

Instead, edit the new Weibo directly.

["Sacrifice to the Middle Yuan: Autumn Wind Words"

The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright,

The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened

When do you know when you will see each other? It's embarrassing to be on this night! 】

Writing this, Qi Chen's mind was full of thoughts, and a number of memory pictures flashed, many of which were memories from before he got the system.

In those decades, although he did not have a system, although he lived an ordinary life, he lived an ordinary life.

But there was a lot more smile on his face than there is now.

Those familiar faces, familiar brothers and friends.

Thinking about it now, either because of an accident, he died, or because of the disparity in status, and he was speechless and more and more estranged.

Even if in his dormitory, there is still the only seedling Hu Shiyuan left.

During this time, as he was promoted to the top of the first line, as his identity as a wolf warrior was exposed.

It also became distant.

It's as if there is an invisible wall that separates him from the past.

Thinking of this, Qi Chen edited the unfinished Weibo again

[Enter my lovesick door, know my lovesickness

Sauvignon Blanc long memories, Sauvignon Blanc is infinite,

I knew it was so stumbling, why didn't I know each other in the first place]

After the whole poem was written, Qi Chen's thoughts and emotions in his heart were almost all cathartic.

At the end of this Weibo, Qi Chen suddenly sounded, yesterday, at the airport, promised fans a banquet of 10,000 people.

Qi Chen couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

The various fan groups are his biggest and favorite harvest after getting the system.

[8.26, on the day of the wedding, 10,000 people feasted, waiting for good news]