"Are you feeling better today?" Qi Huan sat in front of the hospital bed peeling apples, skillfully handed, and the fallen apple skin hardly had a trace of flesh.

His eyebrows and eyes were still full of childishness, but between the words, there was already a faint calmness. Soon, he handed the apple in his hand.

To the woman lying on the hospital bed.

Chen Si'an's face was covered with a small piece of gauze, covering the wound inside. Except for the piece of gauze, her face was still white and lovely, and ten years later, the wind and frost did not seem to have left too many traces on her face.

Except for the shallow wrinkles between the eyebrows.

"You eat a little." Chen Si'an stretched out his hand hidden in the quilt, which was also covered with a lot of gauze, and there was faint blood oozing out under the gauze, Qi Huan couldn't help but glance at it, so he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it again.

Even though he saw him almost every day, he remembered where there were a few more pieces of gauze.

Chen Si'an had some difficulty cutting off half of the apple and handed it back to Qi Huan. Qi Huan shook her head firmly, but the apple was stuffed into her mouth.

She didn't have much strength, but she was resolute.

"Have you read the book?"

"I've read it all." Qi Huan turned on his portable computer, which was filled with dense reading notes, and if he looked closely, there were no less than hundreds.

This is beyond the upper limit of the homework assigned by "friends", and in the ten years since the establishment of Dream City, the level of computers in the Federation has grown rapidly. In the end, the government decided to establish a unified virtual space for education. Qi Huan can meet people from all over the world in real life through free virtual devices, and work together to complete a variety of educational projects. This is the federal government's equivalent of re-enforcing the school system, except that classrooms have been moved to a virtual space that is almost exactly like reality.

And Qi Huan, whether it is his grades or temperament, can be regarded as a leader among his peers.

But it's a pity that he is an Easterner.

Even with permanent residency in the Federation, he is a native of the two Easts. Just this point, just like Guan Shi back then, has gained the eyes of many Federation people. This kind of popular education is different from Tius College, and the people who come to school are basically ordinary people from ordinary families, and in terms of cultivation, they are not a little worse than Wang Qingye.

After all, the Tius Academy can be regarded as a real aristocratic school.

At this time, Qi Huan was still struggling in this quagmire.

But fortunately, he still has Chen Si'an.

The compulsory education of the federation does not take up too much time, and it is a consistent style to be easy and simple, but Chen Si'an, who is from Dongguo, told Qi Huan another way of life.

Industrious.

"Read more books, exercise your body, and improve yourself as long as you have time." Chen Si'an took a small bite of the apple, looked at Qi Huan who bowed his head, and said in a stern tone: "People live for a lifetime, life and death are not up to you, but you can choose how many things you can get from this world, how many things you see, and how many things you experience." ”

"Yes." Qi Huan always seemed a little unconfident when facing his mother. Chen Si'an looked at him and remembered how he could show such a complicated expression like an adult when he was still a little baby.

"Don't learn from your father's ......" Seeing his silent appearance, Chen Si'an couldn't help but want to educate him, but before the words fell, a cautious knock came from outside the door.

Da, da, it looks very light and very unconfident.

Qi Huan moved to the side to make way for his father.

Qi Xiang walked in with a lunch box.

It's been almost a decade since they moved out of the capital. Qi Huan grew up day by day, but Qi Xiang lost the brilliance between his eyebrows day by day. Chen Si'an was hospitalized all year round, which made Qi Xiang rarely take care of his and Qi Huan's lives. Although every time he came to the hospital, he tried to dress neatly, but the scum and puffy face on his face still revealed his life.

Chen Si'an began to dislike those eyes, full of caution and timidity, and every time he looked at her, he always had great apologies.

But when did Chen Si'an blame him?

What she misses is the days when they fell in love, and the days when they left the capital and hid in a small town in the fourth district. During that time, she was poor but sweet, and more importantly, Qi Xiang was by her side every day. The Federation's conspiracies had nothing to do with them, and she didn't want to pay attention to them, but Qi Xiang seemed interested.

But over time, the sparkle in his eyes slowly faded. Qi Huan told her how sloppy Qi Xiang looked at home, which made her even more angry.

"Si'an, let's eat." He carefully placed the lunch box on the table.

"We'll talk about this later." Chen Si'an clasped his hands to his chest, sat up straight with a frown, looked at Qi Xiang, and said, "Were you drunk again last night?" ”

When Qi Xiang heard this, he secretly glanced at Qi Huan and did not speak. At this time, the two fathers and sons were very similar.

"How many times have I said it! You don't drink anymore, why don't you listen! You know ......."

"That's it!" Qi Xiang put down the lunch box with a snap, but his voice immediately weakened an octave: "You eat first...... Wine...... I don't drink anymore. After speaking, he didn't even look at the mother and son again, and ran out of the ward as if flying.

Qi Huan hesitated for a moment, looking at the angry Chen Si'an, she looked very angry, her forehead was wrinkled, and she didn't look so good.

He went to pick up the lunch box and opened it, inside was scrambled tomatoes, scrambled eggs and rice, as well as fresh vegetables, which is rarely eaten at home, even though the ingredients of the Federation are almost completely free, Qi Xiang does not seem to have any intention of cooking for Qi Huan.

It is only when he cooks Chen Si'an's meals that he puts up his apron and cleans the kitchen.

"Let's eat first......" Qi Huan cautiously handed over the lunch box, but Chen Si'an's hand had already been placed on his head.

"You have to remember that as a man, you can't lose your inner strength at any time." Chen Si'an's hand slowly rubbed Qi Huan's head: "This power is not for others, it is for yourself to live better." Only by living can there be hope for everything. ”

"Strength?" Qi Huan didn't understand: "Is it a religion, what they say about faith?" "Seventy percent of the people in the Federation believe in Christianity, and even Qi Huan is familiar with this knowledge.

"If you don't want to believe these ghosts, ghosts, snakes." Chen Si'an shook her head, she was not an atheist, but she didn't agree with this somewhat crazy teaching: "Then believe in yourself." In this world, there is no afterlife, there is no past life, you live a lifetime, only yourself, and only yourself is the most credible. ”

After saying that, she still took the lunch box, loosened her brows, and began to eat. The gauze on his face trembled slightly with his cheeks, and he looked very delicious.

Seeing her like this, Qi Huan also relaxed a little. Human movements can express 90% of emotions, and what Chen Si'an passed on to him is a kind of self-confidence.

Don't worry, I'm fine.

"Go back and study hard, exercise is indispensable. Your grandfather is a martial arts practitioner, and the information I passed on to you, you should practice well. Looking at Qi Huan's back, Chen Si'an gently wiped the corners of his mouth and instructed.

Qi Huan replied and left the ward.

Chen Si'an listened to the footsteps that gradually faded away, and leaned back to the bed tiredly. After a break, he picked up the mirror on the table, looked at his face, and gently lifted the gauze.

Under the gauze, there was a wound that was somewhat festering.

The dense gauze under the quilt represents a wound.

Ten years ago, after falling out of bed, I had an extra wound on my arm. After that, the wound did not heal and became more and more.

It was her disease, the cells sped up the rate of mutation, and the broken epidermal tissue allowed more bacteria to enter her body, forcing her to move to a sterile hospital to recuperate. It's impossible to say if it was an accident or what, but it turned out to hasten her death.

At first, these wounds appear slowly, but as time passes, they eventually spread to the face. Just the slightest touch of the fingernails caused a wound that could not be healed.

Even the doctors couldn't tell how much time she had left.

But she can't have anything, Qi Huan is still young, Qi Xiang can't pick up the beam, they only have her.

Chen Si'an put down the mirror, picked up his portable computer, and began typing.

When Qi Huan returned home, the first thing he did was to turn on the computer and read the article posted by Chen Si'an today.

Even in the hospital, she did not stop writing articles on her own.

One of the things he told Qi Huan was that writers can't wait for inspiration to write. Similarly, she added a sentence at the end.

One cannot wait until you want to do what you want to do.

Eating well, studying, and exercising are what Qi Huan should do.

No matter what happened today, no matter if there was a new gauze on my mother's body, no matter if my father shrank back into his room as soon as he came home and opened a new bottle, he had to finish what he had to do.

Try to get the meal done, clean the room well, tie the horse steps well, and get the homework done.

In this way, day after day, Qi Huan turned ten years old.

He thought that life would go on like this, his mother was the pillar of his heart, and every day, as long as he saw the articles she posted, he could go to the hospital to see her, and he felt full of strength.

It's just that he hasn't realized that no matter what life is, it can't go on forever.

When he was 10 years old, his mother's hospital room was denied. Even Qi Huan, the bacteria carried on her body could kill her.

After that, he could only live by his mother's updated articles every day. That way, he can know what she's thinking, and he can know that she's okay. Chen Si'an's articles always have the power to encourage people, which is the only thing she is good at.

But Qi Xiang, who couldn't go to the ward to visit her, seemed to have no energy anymore. Since meeting with Ming and Qingchen ten years ago, after Chen Si'an was hospitalized, he has never received the slightest news from the capital. The Federation is becoming stronger, and the Eastern Kingdom on the other side of the ocean is not doing much, technology is advancing, and the world is changing, but no matter what, Qi Xiang will never have the opportunity to participate in it again.

Now, even Chen Si'an, he can't see it.

Time is still moving forward, but this home is becoming more and more depressed.

Two years later, Qi Huan received news from the hospital.

Chen Si'an had already taken the initiative to accept euthanasia a year ago. According to the new federal law, euthanasia only needs to confirm the person's mental state, and she has the right to take the initiative to perform.

A year ago...... Qi Huan looked at the time of euthanasia, and his whole body trembled.

He still receives articles from his mother.

But what he didn't know was that Chen Si'an typed tirelessly every day, and even if there were festering wounds on her fingers, she didn't stop.

He couldn't imagine how many empty nights, a frail woman, feeling the smell of rot coming from her body, typed out these inspiring sentences little by little, for what.

She let Qi Huan live well, no matter what she faced, she couldn't give up.

That's what she said, and in front of Qi Huan, she did the same.

But not everyone can put what they say to the end.

Life never gives you a dead end, the road just gets narrower and narrower, it becomes a stick, a string, and you can choose to keep going, but most people end up jumping off.

The end of life is not in the sky, not in front of you, but in your heart.

What they fear is not death, but the boundless, ever-present loneliness.

These are murderous knives.

One knife, another knife.

Now, it's all on Qi Huan.

He was silent, pushed open the door of Qi Xiang's room, the strong smell of alcohol hit his face, and the room was already filled with countless wine bottles and garbage. Even if Qi Huan cleaned it up every day, it was useless.

Qi Huan took off Qi Xiang's bracelet, entered his mother's birthday, and unlocked the password.

Above, there is a new message from the hospital.

Even Qi Xiang suffered from an incurable disease. Unless he stops drinking and other bad habits, he won't live long.

This is the burden that was pressed on Qi Huan six years ago.

This twelve-year-old boy, in a corner of the Federation, continued to live silently but strongly.

"Brother Sun." Time back to the present, in the castle of the Tius Academy, on the snow in the playground, eighteen-year-old Qi Huan carried a stick on his back, lowered his head, turned his back to the deep night sky, and said ruthlessly to Sun Wuru beside him: "I really envy you." If, as you said, you don't have any memories of the past, it might be a very happy thing for me. Everyone expects to have great power, but that doesn't mean we're willing to trade for people we hold dear. My father's whereabouts are still unknown, and to be honest, I don't have anything I can do but continue training. I've ...... It's starting to get a little tired. ”

Without waiting for Sun to reply ruthlessly, Qi Huan grabbed the stick and slowly walked back to his dormitory. The long stick in his hand was probably the only thing he could master.

Sun ruthlessly looked at his back and did not speak.

When people have the strength to try to rebel against their fate, they find that there is no reason to rebel.

From this point of view, Sun Wuru is the happiest person.

He did not love and hate his parents, but forgot, and in his eyes, nothing happened. He is like a baby who only came to this world half a year ago, with great power in his hands, but he does not need to carry any memories.

So how do I do that?

Sun ruthlessly scratched his head and pondered, but to no avail.

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