On this day, the sun was shining and the sky was good, but the atmosphere of the school was solemn and gloomy, and no matter where you were in the school, you could hear the mournful music playing slowly.

A funeral is taking place on the lawn near the playground.

There were no wreaths, no couplings, just thirty-seven black coffins, parked on the edge of the lawn. The bodies of most of the victims were in a horrific shape and were not suitable for viewing. So the coffins have been nailed, only the spiritual seat in front of the coffin, the name of the deceased is written.

Xiao Chen held a handful of white nameless flowers, and like everyone else, he put the white flowers on the coffin every time he came to a coffin, and then bowed.

Some of the coffins were attended by relatives and friends, but most of them were empty.

"It's so desolate, if I die, there will certainly be no one by my coffin. I don't know if these people who go first will feel lonely. Zhang Sicheng, who was beside Xiao Chen, sighed melancholy.

"I don't think so. Xiao Chen replied, but he didn't say his reasons, he had communicated with those dead souls, and they were just fragments of some memories.

"It's serious to marry a wife quickly, and someone will send it to the end when you give birth to a son. My kid in that world doesn't care anymore, and I don't know if I miss me. Chen Hansheng originally wanted to have a joke, but he was somewhat infected by the sad atmosphere.

"He must have eaten well and dressed well, and that world is really heaven compared to here. Zhang Sicheng said, "But when it comes to marrying a wife, the most promising one to achieve this is probably Li Jia, when I was recuperating in the hospital, I saw him every day to see the girl named Selinda." ”

"I'll just say that people can't look good, the more masters are silent, and if you ask for a rescuer, you can get a count's daughter, ...... amazing," Chen Hansheng muttered.

Xiao Chen continued to put flowers and walked to Du Mei's coffin, but saw Shi Hao standing there, stroking the coffin with both hands, and tears with his eyes closed.

He walked up and patted Shi Hao and said, "Stone, I heard what Li Jia said." What a man can do, you do. None of us can do as well as you. ”

Shi Hao opened his red eyes, "But I only told her a day ago that let her be my girlfriend, and I will definitely protect his safety." Can be ...... a day later I, I'm sorry for her. ”

"Each of us is limited in what we can do, the key is to do our best. Truly, you avenged her with your own hands, and she will be able to rest in peace. Zhang Sicheng also said, "I have always felt guilty about Professor Lin's death, and I felt that others were singing high-pitched to comfort me like this, but after a long time, I finally slowly accepted this very simple truth and found that this was the way things were." ”

Shi Hao nodded when he heard this, and suddenly remembered something, he grabbed Xiao Chen and whispered, "Xiao Chen." I heard that ......" Shi Hao hesitated between his words, "Can you be psychic?"

"What?"

Shi Hao dragged Xiao Chen aside, "I heard from your comrades-in-arms who came back with you that you learned the magic of talking to dead people. Is this true? If you really have such ability, can you let me and Du Mei meet again? At that time, everything happened too fast, too fast. I didn't even have time to say a word to her. ”

"You may have misunderstood, I can't communicate with the dead. I could just feel some of the moments of them approaching death. ”

"Then please help me once. Please, any information is fine. Like, for example, was she in pain at that time?"

Xiao Chen didn't say anything anymore, nodded, closed his eyes, and held his hand in front of him. After a while, a white shimmer lit up in his hand. Shi Hao looked at the glimmer, as if he saw Du Mei's face, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

The glimmer slowly faded, Xiao Chen opened his eyes and said, "Everything came too fast, and it ended before there was any pain." She walked calmly and relieved. ”

Shi Hao took a deep breath, hugged Xiao Chen, and said repeatedly, "Thank you!

In front of Ji Xun's coffin, Xiao Chen unexpectedly saw Morey.

Seeing Xiao Chen put the flower on the coffin, Morey smiled slightly, "I saw it all just now, it's just a lighting technique, you can't hide it from me." ”

Xiao Chen also smiled, "The souls of the dead should not be disturbed. All the living need is comfort that they believe in. ”

Hearing this, Morey nodded solemnly and said, "You are right. But some things must be done by the living. ”

"Like revenge?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Yes. Ji Yijun and I may both need a settlement. ”

Xiao Chen glanced around a few times and said strangely, "What about Ji Yijun? At this time, shouldn't he be here?"

"He didn't come today, and I don't know what role the son of the deceased should play in your customs. But he gave me a very wrong feeling. Ye Zi went to look for him earlier. ”

He looked at the coffin, which had been covered with white flowers, and sighed: "Our world is a world of constant war. I've heard from your companions that you lived a quiet life before you came, and you didn't have to worry about the threat of war. Such a world may be too miserable for you. ”

"A peaceful world is created by war. Morey, we've taken the first step. ”

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In this world without mobile phones, finding someone is a very strenuous task. Ye Zi ran to many places and asked a lot of people, but he didn't see Ji Yijun coming to attend the funeral.

So, she ran to Ji Yijun and his father's dormitory, and sure enough, she found him.

She had never seen Ji Yijun before, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, standing in front of an easel, holding two or three sticks of gouache of different thicknesses in his left hand and another in his right hand, drawing a portrait on a drawing board.

Ye Zi was surprised to find that Ji Yijun's skills were very good, and the image of a family of three on the picture was about to jump out.

A woman, quiet and kind, a teenager, mischievous and lively, a man...... It's his father, Ji Xun. Ji Yijun drew very carefully, and he was using a No. 2 gouache to sketch his father's eyes. Those eyes are bright and resolute, and people feel full of fighting spirit and enthusiasm.

Ye Zi quietly walked behind him, but before he could say anything, Ji Yijun spoke first.

"Don't bother me!" his voice was very cold, rejecting people from thousands of miles away. He didn't even look back at Ye Zi, but continued to draw with a stroke.

"He seems to be a little less kind in your paintings. Uncle is a very nice guy. Ye Zi looked at it for a while and commented.

Ji Yijun's pen was stunned, and the dark brown shadow was drawn a little bigger, and he changed to a thin pen on his other hand, dipped it in a slightly lighter ochre color, and made up two strokes on the shadow. He took a few steps back, looked at the overall feeling of the picture, and retorted: "Kind, good person, you can't survive in this world by being a good person!"

Ji Yijun suddenly became emotional, walked a few steps back and forth in the room angrily, and then put the pen in his hand on the ground, crossed his waist with one hand, pointed to the portrait with the other and said: "He has always felt that he is good at being a man, and he can live a life in peace." I practiced martial arts just to strengthen my body, but did the horse thief who should have been cut by a thousand knives give him a chance? Did this damn world give him a chance? What I want to do now is a bad guy, a bad guy who will never spare the enemy. What they did to my father, I will pay him back a hundredfold. So that no one in this world would dare to do such a thing to us! Morey told me that he could find that man. I'm waiting for that day now, for the day when that murderer trembles in front of me!"

"Ji Yijun, don't say that, do you know how scary your appearance is? Today is the day of your uncle's burial, you shouldn't stay here, come with me, go see your dad off for the last time." ”

"I'm not going, there's something to see in that black coffin. The person I want to see is here!here!" Ji Yijun poked the painting with his hand, his eyes turned red, but he endured it and didn't let a single tear fall.

"Let him paint here. A middle-aged man's voice came from the door of the dormitory.

"Principal Guo, aren't you presiding over the ceremony downstairs?" Ye Zi was surprised to see Guo Qian walk in.

"The ceremony is over. They also need some time to say goodbye. "Guo Qian is wearing a black suit and a plain tie today. He looked at Ji Yijun, who was still standing in front of the easel, trying to keep his eyes open from tears, and then looked at the portrait painting that was about to be completed.

Guo Qian pointed to the man in the portrait and said, "I hope you can really become such a person in the future." I'm sure that's what you're aiming for now. ”

Ji Yijun opened his mouth wide and looked at Principal Guo at a loss.

Guo Qian said: "I know that there are not only things in this painting that you expect your father to have, but also things that you want to have. Protect those you hold dear. This is your understanding of a man. ”

Principal Guo ...... I actually ......" Ji Yijun seemed to be choked, unable to speak. He suddenly found that he was hazy and hazy, and Guo Qian said it, both relieved and panicked.

"Come on, my man, we still have a long, long way to go, and we need men to stand up and hold up this new home for us. In this process, we can fall, we can sacrifice, but we must be clear about what we should do and what kind of person we should be. A lot of people are slowly starting to think about it, and I'm glad you're one of them. ”

Guo Qian's eyes were full of encouragement at this time, which made Ji Yijun feel a warmth in his heart. It's what it's like to be understood.

"But, don't put too much burden on yourself! We have a lot of people! There are many shoulders, no matter how much pressure there is, how can we not bear it together?" Guo Qian patted Ji Yijun on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the room.

"Ji Yijun......" Ye Zi quietly watched Ji Yijun slowly squat on the ground, buried his head in the crook of his arm, and began to sob, he was very light at first, then there was a sound, and finally he cried recklessly.

She looked at the painting, and the man's eyes seemed to be looking at the blue sky outside the window, so proud, so proud, so proud, to be the master of this world.

(The first volume ends with the stars)