At five o'clock in the afternoon, after saying goodbye to friends, the journey home was a rare few minutes of quiet in this densely populated holy city.

Ling's figure on the bicycle was slowly stretched by the sunlight through the dome.

Ling was still very touched by his parents, who were busy with work all the year round, squeezed out all the holidays in the year to go home to accompany him.

After all, he started at the age of eight, secretly followed a wandering old man to train and practice until he was seventeen years old, and in the nine years that his parents did not find anything magically...... In fact, you should be aware of it, but living in this kind of world where order may collapse at any time, and exercising your own combat ability, your parents will not stop it.

Coming down from the mountain, Ling's mood was inexplicably a little low.

Passing by a sparsely populated street, I jumped off my bicycle and walked on the side of the leafy road, my mind fluttering in the air.

The last journey of youth is about to be dedicated to the military academy.

In the world under the dome, soldiers are the most respected profession, and they are the ones who defend the stability of the dome world with their lives.

And applying for the famous 'Death Military Academy' was something Ling had decided since two years ago, and it was also the wish of the teacher who had trained him for many years.

At that time, the old man ...... The deceased is the greatest, respect the old sex, wine, and gambling ghost.

The man who coexisted with wisdom and handsomeness, who often accompanied him with the style of pretending to be forced, and who had a legendary life but was incognito in his later years, once grabbed Ling's hand and said earnestly:

'Heroism is often accompanied by sacrifice, honor and absurdity, and no matter how many people question you, don't let down the power in you. ’

The old man died in the shadow of the Hero's Monument.

Because of the self-destruction of the overrun chip in the old man's body, the old man's body burned slowly; When the wind blows, the ashes that float out are colorful, and they slowly fly next to the Hero Monument.

Overrun chip ......

Ling looked down at his palm, thinking of this, he felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

Overlimit, as the name suggests, goes beyond the limits of the human body.

The overrun individual soldier plan, the trump card of human beings against infected mutants, is to implant [overlimit chips] into fighters with [overlimit physique], and use [overlimit chips] to comprehensively improve their combat ability and allow the use of [overlimit weapons] to fight.

Only by loading over-limit chips can you have the opportunity to become a real powerhouse.

Only the military has a machine that can test the overrun physique, although he has undergone the old man's 'potential development training', but whether it is an overrun physique or not, this is still uncertain.

The innate over-limit physique and the over-limit physique born from acquired training are completely one heaven and one underground, the former is more bullish, and the latter can only stand on the threshold of over-limit physique even if it is through a hundred times the effort...... That's embarrassing.

Ling's habit is to prepare for the worst and have the most positive attitude.

Even if you don't have a superimposed physique called 'Dome Light', then with the combat skills you have mastered now, you can gain a foothold in the army.

Under the dome today, there are no idlers.

The city of Saint-Gal is a rear area, and it is said that there are frequent wars on the front line, and people are killed every day.

Do you have to fight the infected one day? Ling often asked himself.

And the Dome he will be going to in a few days, New Gael, the front-line fortress built to commemorate the fallen city of St. Gale, is said to be the first line of battle against the infected.

It should be said that that kind of life is worthwhile.

A little confusion in Ling's eyes turned into firmness, and the starry eyes gradually flattened, and his steps became soothing and relaxed.

Plug in your headphones and play music on your phone.

He likes to listen to archaeological music, music that was saved on the Internet when human civilization collapsed, and there are also many classic music circulating now, and Ling has downloaded a lot of it from his phone.

The prelude of the acoustic guitar is accompanied by a light drum beat, and the man's somewhat sad voice wanders through the rhythm, although it is no longer known who made the music, but the music can always be preserved as a digital chain......

Please ，don't see

(Nothing to see)

Just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies

(It's just a boy indulging in dreams and fantasies)

Please ，see me

(Then please look at me)

Reaching out for someone I can see

(Stretching out my arms to touch those I can't see)

Take my hand let's see where we wake tomorrow……

(Take me by the hand and see where we'll wake up tomorrow ...... Lost Stars)

The rhythm changed slowly, and Ling's body also swayed gently, looking leisurely.

Nowadays, these languages that are not native languages are no longer taught in schools, and Ling is simply enjoying the music, pulling a bicycle with his right hand and gently swinging his left hand in front of him, drawing traces like waves......

"Mom, the big brother in front of you is so funny."

"Shhhh

"Ahem," Ling lowered his head and hurriedly left, listening too engrossed to notice that there was a mother and daughter behind him!

The mother was carrying a vegetable basket and pulling a little girl who was four or five years old and carrying a school bag, probably buying food on the way home from school......

Once upon a time, Ling had also fantasized about this kind of scene many times; But her mother is a big star, and it is impossible to be like the mother behind her, pulling herself to 'swagger through the market'.

Ling didn't blame his parents for anything, because parents also have their own dreams, and they shouldn't make much sacrifice for their son. Moreover, the education and material life that Ling received since he was a child were all given by his parents.

Ling's rebellious period was probably the years when he trained with that old man, and it had been smoothed out......

Isn't it good these days?

Mom and Dad are at home, and when they come home, it must be Mom's dark cooking, and Dad may lie on the couch and watch TV a little bored......

I've fantasized about this situation many times, but I finally got it done.

Ling suddenly couldn't wait, riding on the car and listening to music, home was not far away.

Today, well, remember to say hello to them. ’

Ling decided in his heart.

But what he didn't expect was that there was a heartwarming clip waiting for him after returning home, but it was followed by a conflict, or the first quarrel between their family of three.

……

Looking at the specially placed and torn notice on the coffee table, Ling's fists clenched, his nails almost embedded in the flesh.

Parents sitting on the couch glanced at each other and exchanged information with each other.

Mother Lin glared at Father Lin, who spoke with a serious face, and said seriously but not allowing others to question: "Your mother and I oppose you joining the Military Academy, especially the Gael Military Academy. You don't have to worry about these things, I will help you arrange it, and I will change you to the best school of economics and management, and after graduating from it, you will work in our family's company. ”

Listening to his father's commanding words, Ling slowly closed his eyes.

Why......

"Xiao Ling," her mother whispered beside her, her voice trembling a little, "Mom knows that your father and I are sorry for you, and I haven't been able to take care of you since I was a child...... Don't be angry......"

Ling didn't speak, just turned around and went back to his room to get a USB flash drive, without saying a word or slamming the door, and walked out of the house calmly.

Lin's father and Lin's mother, who had thought of all kinds of rhetoric, didn't understand what their son meant. They were originally prepared with various reasons and strategies to deal with all kinds of emotions that Ling might have, but at this time, they were all blocked back by Ling's back.

Out the door, Ling rushed into the stairwell and started running.

A few minutes later, Ling, who was sweating a little, stood behind the coffee table again, facing his parents.

Leaned over, put the color printed notice in his hand on the coffee table, and looked up at his father sitting on the sofa with those calm eyes.

Lin Xiong, Lin Zhengling's father, the absolute controller of a certain business group, is also the only son standing in front of him with calm eyes. The son inherited some of his mother's looks, very handsome, unlike him, some of his appearance.

But looking at this only son, Lin Xiong seemed to see a mirror across time and space, and in the mirror it seemed to be himself back then.

So, there are some mistakes that cannot be repeated.

"Your mother and I have already decided," Lin Xiong sat up straight, took the notice, and tore it to shreds with a very flat movement, "You can't go to St. Gale, if you want to go to the military academy, you can only choose among the other four holy word military schools." ”

Ling's expression did not change, grabbed the USB flash drive, turned his head and left, opened the door and started running.

A few minutes later, Ling stood in front of the coffee table again, his forehead sweating a little.

Leaned over and handed over the third notice, without saying a word.

Lin Xiong didn't say a word, picked up the notice and tore it slowly, turning it into pieces and putting it on the coffee table. Mother Lin next to her wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to speak for a while.

Ling nodded twice, bit his lip and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, and turned to leave again.

Fourth, fifth......

Each time, Ling printed only one notice; Each time, Ling had the same silent expression and put the notice in the same position.

Every time Mother Lin wanted to speak, but she couldn't interject at all, and the low air pressure formed between the father and son made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The sweat on Ling's forehead became more and more, and running up and down the stairs was very physically demanding.

Seventh, eighth......

Snort, smack, hiss.

The tearing sound continued, and the coffee table was already filled with colorful pieces of paper.

Ninth, 10th......

Ling had been running, going down the stairs to the print shop outside the neighborhood for color printing.

The staff in the printing shop were a little inexplicable, and they all suggested that Ling print two more copies at the beginning, but Ling's face was gloomy and scary, and they didn't dare to ask more, so when Ling came, they printed out a notice, handed it to Ling and took the change in fear.

Time is slipping away quietly again and again.

From the early lights and the fragrance of thousands of homes, to some families who are used to going to bed early have turned off the lights......

Ling's shirt was already soaked with sweat, and he couldn't count how many times it was, and the clock hanging on the wall of the print shop, the hour hand jumped to the number nine.

He kept running up and down the stairs, and even if his strength was tenacious, it became very difficult to suppress his heavy breathing.

Dad Lin has been sitting there without moving, and his gaze has never changed. And Lin's mother walked to the window from time to time, looking at her son's figure running downstairs, her eyes were already red I don't know how many times.

Ling put the notice on the confetti pile, still looking at Dad Lin, but his gaze was still so determined.

Dad Lin has developed a habit of moving, and he is going to tear it when he picks up the notice.

"Enough!"

Mother Lin's voice was a little sharp, and she rushed to Father Lin's side and snatched the piece of paper from her hand, "Let him go!" Let him go! How long are you two going to be stubborn! Just let the child go! Why do you always embarrass him! ”

Dad Lin slowly closed his eyes, and Ling lowered his head away from his gaze.

The wind blew in from the open window, and the quiet living room was only the sound of her mother's soft sobs and Ling's gradually calming breathing.

"I allow you to go, but not to the front!" Dad Lin said in a deep voice, "You still don't understand your responsibility!" Recklessness will pay a serious price! That's the decision! Tactical Command Department of St. Gale Military Academy, I will help you arrange the transfer later. ”

Tactical Command Department? A command line that hides behind and works out tactics?

"Dad, me!"

Lin Xiong interrupted Ling, his gaze pressing, "This is my last bottom line!" ”

Lin Zhengling stiffly pushed back: "This is also my bottom line!" I'm going to the Combat Department! ”

"You're my son! I'm your son! Who the hell does this family listen to! ”

Lin Xiong stood up directly, straightened his neck and roared angrily, glaring at Ling and Ling each other.

Mother Lin ran over and grabbed Dad Lin, as if she was afraid that he would lose his temper and hit Lin Zhengling......

Yes......

That's right......

This is the father, and he can't contradict him no matter what......

The couple in front of them are the creators of themselves, and without them it is impossible to have life, let alone life or dreams.

But......

"Why, you're always like this," Ling lowered his head and muttered.

When he lowered his head, two tears slipped down his chin.

And why?

Obviously just gave birth to him, never took care of his parents, and stood up and pointed fingers when he was about to pursue his dreams?

Why......

Mother Lin has been pulling Dad Lin by the side, watching her son cry, and her mother is even more distressed.

Mother Lin directly pushed Dad Lin backwards two steps and sat on the sofa, and yelled back at Dad Lin: "What are you shouting!" Is your son the only one who gave birth? Haven't you owed our mother and son enough all these years! As soon as her mouth was flattened, Mother Lin cried instead, "Why are you yelling at him and throwing fire at me!" What are you yelling at him for......"

Dad Lin's voice trembled slightly: "Meijia, don't be like this, I ......"

Ling took a breath and looked at the lines of the ceiling, "I'll go, go to the command department." ”

Turning in silence, he slowly walked back to his room and slowly closed the door.

Ling seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and slowly sat on the ground against the door, his arms raised to cover his eyes, listening to the constant noise of his mother outside......