Xilin took an isolation gown handed by the medic and put it on, and walked into the care room.

After coming in, Xilin found that only one pair of Enji's three hands were left, and Enji was originally thin, but now it feels like only the bones are supported there.

Just now, the medical staff said to Xilin that Enji's injury is too serious, and coupled with Enji's genetic level, I'm afraid it won't last long, even if it is dragged like this with an instrument, it will only take two days at most. On top of that, Enji has no intention of surviving.

Xilin walked over to Enji and sat down, leaned in and listened carefully to what Enji had to say, Enji was now breathing hard, and it took a lot of effort to say every word, but although Enji spoke very slowly and quietly, his pronunciation was very clear.

"Day...... Remember...... Take...... Come ......"

"I'll go get it!"

Sirin got up and ran out quickly, and of course the diary that Enji said Cilin knew which one it was, and it didn't take long to bring Chamunidin's diary to Enji.

"Finally...... One page ......"

Cillin flipped the diary to the last page, and although there was a lot of blank space in the middle of the notebook, there were words on the last page, which was a poem.

Enji looked in one direction, and there was a cabinet outside the intensive care room, on which were some of the items that the patient had brought with him when he was brought in. Among them was Enji's little toolbox.

Cillin brought the toolbox over, and the medic wanted to detoxify the box, but Enji waved his hand, "No! ”

When Sirin brought the box closer, Enji raised his hand and grabbed it tightly, gently touched the box, opened it, and swiped his finger on a small compartment inside, and after unlocking it, Enji took out a key inside. It was the key to Enji's workshop, and on a starship, there were very few people who used the key instead of a combination lock.

Enji handed the key to Xilin and put it in the palm of Xilin's hand, the things in the workshop Enji were not at ease with others, Enji felt that only Xilin would understand the preciousness of the things inside.

With the instrument removed from his head, Enji now has a hard time breathing. Sirin wanted to put the instrument back on him, but Enji refused, "Take these things with you...... I can't hear it. ”

Enji eased his breath, pointed to the notebook, and said to Xilin: "I remember that you are from the X Star Region, can you speak the regional language of the X Star Region?" ”

Cillin nodded.

A smile appeared in Enji's eyes, "It's been a long time since I've heard the language of the X Sector, in the language of the X Sector, help me read the poem at the back of the note." ”

Enji's words were said slowly, and Xilin felt that Enji was speaking with his last strength, but his eyes were bright, as if he had seen distant starlight.

Chamunidine was originally a native of the X Star Zone, and his dream was to become a free poet, but later Chamunidin's hometown was affected by the war, and he met Nata, the captain of the Third Squadron at the time, and was brought to the Third Squadron by Nata and became a member of the Third Fleet. Even in the Third Fleet, Chamunidine often wrote poems, and every notebook and diary contained more or less a few poems.

At that time, Enji was listening to Chamunidin read poetry in his standard X-Sector language with some of the people on Team Three.

However, those people died in the events of that year, and Enji was transferred to Team 6 before that, so he avoided that disaster, but if Enji had to choose, he would rather be the dust of the universe with those people.

Nji's current age, judging by the age of the Otop, is only a third of the average age, but Nji is satisfied.

Cillin sat on the edge of Enji's bedside, opened the notebook, looked at the poem on the last page, and read it slowly.

"From the proximity of heaven or heaven,

With hearty music,

The art of unrefined pours out your heart.

Upward, and then upward,

From the ground you leap up,

Like a light cloud of fire,

Through the blue heart of the sky,

Forever singing and flying, flying and singing.

The sun below the horizon,

Radiating a golden electric light,

The clouds are steaming in the clear sky,

You fly in the sun,

Disembodied joy has just begun a swift expedition.

A faint purple dawn

Melt around your voyage,

Like the stars in the daytime sky,

Although it is invisible,

But I can hear your cheerful strong voice clearly—

The sharp music,

A sword like a silver star,

Its strong light,

dim in the morning light,

Until it's hard to tell, but you can feel it's in space.

……”

It is a very standard language of the X Star Region, the medical staff do not understand, they are not from the X Star Region, they sail in the galaxy, as long as they understand the Star Alliance, and they have always thought that except for their hometown language and Star Alliance language, other languages are difficult and awkward, but now listening to Xilin's voice, there is an abnormal feeling. It was like a fresh breeze that swept through the sandy ground, rolling up dust and heading straight into the blue sky.

The light in Enji's eyes was soft, as if he had seen an old friend from many years ago.

Enge's genetic grade is not high, the average genetic grade of the Ortop people is C, however, probably due to excessive exposure to too many rays, Enge's genetic grade is only D, and compared to the usual Otop's robustness, Enji is pitifully thin. The happiest days of Enji's life were when he was taken by Chamunidine to sail through the galaxy.

It turns out that it has been almost fifty years before I know it......

“……

As if in a desolate night,

Behind a lonely cloud,

The bright moon shines brightly, and the clear light fills the universe ......"

After reading the poem, Xilin closed the notebook, looked at Enji, who closed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth, and bowed.

"Go all the way."

The heartbeat shown on the instrument has stopped.

Xilin walked out of Enji's hospital room, and Eight Knife stood outside the ward, I don't know how long.

Eight knives felt that they couldn't understand Xilin, and when they came to this floor from Xilin, whether they saw Yudi and Beaver and others in the custody room, or Dias who was out of danger but lost an arm, or Enji, who had just passed away, Xilin was terrifyingly calm. What is the real thought of this person?

Eight Knife didn't think that Xilin didn't care about their life and death, but compared to Carry, compared to Xiaoshang, Xilin's calmness was creepy, and there was no emotion on his face, but when he met those eyes, Eight Knife had an urge to retreat. Eight knives remembered what their predecessors said: there is a kind of person, when their emotions reach an extreme, it is no different from usual, if you meet this kind of person, don't provoke it, otherwise you don't know how to die.

"Xilin ......" Badao wanted to say something, but after saying two words, he couldn't say anything.

"How's Yudi and Beaver doing?" Cillin asked. The voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard.

"The medical staff said that there is an improvement, as long as they get through these two days, it is completely up to them, the medicine may have side effects, and everyone dare not use the medicine indiscriminately until it is absolutely necessary."

Sirin nodded, and walked over to look outside Yudy's guardianship, the dough sticking to the baffle, and it looked like he hadn't eaten in days.

After taking a look at the situation, Xilin walked outside.

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Description: The poem in this text is taken from Shelley's "To the Skylark".