An Xiaoya looked at her brother, who was never flustered on weekdays, becoming like this, and instantly cried in fright, and the empty ward echoed with the heart-rending screams of the two children, while the space outside the door was as dead silent as ever.

"Kids, stop screaming, they ...... It's dead. The headmaster burst into tears and whimpered.

Aunt Huang couldn't cry anymore, put An Xiaoya on the ground gently, turned around and held the instrument that had been turned off, covered her face with one hand and cried loudly.

"Dead?" Xia Chenghao looked at his father, who was unresponsive, and repeated hoarsely, his voice so small that only he could hear it.

Death, he had known the word for a long time, could read and write neatly, and probably understood its literal meaning, but never knew its true expression.

Every time Xia Chenghao asked what death was, his father would say to him very seriously: "Death is the end of life, just like the wall at the bottom of our alley, no one knows what will be built behind it, it is called a dead end." ”

Now I heard from the headmaster that my father was dead, and then I looked at my father and mother who were motionless, it turned out that "death" was like this.

Serene, calm, like a deep sleep. But instinct tells Xia Chenghao that his world has collapsed, his fate has changed, and deep fear has surrounded the brother and sister.

Xia Chenghao's memory is too good, the stored things will always be there, he erased the memory of words, but the memories of every minute and second of his childhood have been preserved intact, he needs such a memory, such a memory will point him in the direction.

He had asked himself more than once what it was, if there were no adoptive parents, if there was no An Xiaoya, then the answer he got was - a biorobot, a cleaner. But if he thinks of his relatives when he was a child, his answer will change for it, he is a person, a person with childhood memories.

Back then, in that ward, the white on all sides gave him the feeling of being dazed, endlessly dazed, and now the endless snowfield in front of him still feels like this.

Fog Peak City was still far from here, and he could only move forward step by step and walk into that city.

Xiao Man said before he died, someone was waiting for him in Wufeng City, of course it was not a friend, let alone a relative, there was no doubt that it was the purges of the Red Moon, or a team or a team.

It is more likely that a team will get rid of Xia Chenghao, and Hongyue No. 1 knows very well in his heart that it is not something that can be completed by a few people.

However, Xia Chenghao summed up an experience from the three people he is currently fighting against, that is, Red Moon No. 1 did not send the highest skill cleaners under his command, Dawn Death Kars, the beautiful Shushu, and Xiao Man, who died just now, can only be counted after the twenty in the Red Moon Fighting List.

Red Moon No. 1 is not stupid, with Xia Chenghao's ability, if all the first-class killers under his command are given results, then he will lose the most basic chips, first send some twenty follow-up cleaners to test how powerful he is.

Even, in Xia Chenghao's opinion, it is impossible for this Shushu and Xiaoman to be even fifty before, at most they are third-rate masters.

In the information provided by Xing Zhengbin before, there were no these two people, and it seems that Xing Zhengbin only understood part of the plan, and there were more dangers waiting in front of Xia Chenghao.

As unknown as twenty years ago, it is unpredictable.

The world is still this world, and the snow is still the snow.

White light would not penetrate the cold ward, the white walls, the white ceiling and the white lights, and the white sheets, and the face that was pale from blood loss.

At that moment, Xia Chenghao and An Xiaoya's whole world was this oppressive paleness.

"They slept and won't wake up again!" The young man whispered reassurance, and the headmaster glanced at him with some resentment.

"Why? Is this not for me and Xiaoya? Xia Chenghao asked his father loudly, but tears were already flowing freely on his face.

"Brother, why are you crying again? Why don't mom and dad talk? An Xiaoya shook Xia Chenghao's hand vigorously, her eyes were red, there were strings of crystal tears on her cheeks, and her eyes were full of the dazed fear of the unknown for the present, even if her future was only so close to the hunger of this afternoon or the cold of the evening.

Xia Chenghao raised his face, he didn't want tears to flow down his face, even if he did, he couldn't let his sister see it, he was a strong child, especially in front of An Xiaoya.

"I'm not crying, it's too frozen here, you see, Mom and Dad are asleep......"

But even though he tried his best to hold back, in the end it was to no avail, and the tears that poured out were still flowing wantonly on his face, like the rain that poured out wildly in the dark night.

After a long time, he whimpered and picked up An Xiaoya, looked at her in a daze, and stretched out his little hand to caress his mother's pale and cold face.

This time he understood that to die is to lose life; To die is to stop talking, to stop being angry because my sister doesn't eat; To die is to no longer lift up your hand to pluck the green from the yard, and put it in your mouth to blow the tune.

On the planet Diglis, a person's death is too insignificant, and the deaths of Xia Jin and Shu Xumin only stirred up the world of Chenghao and Xiaoya.

It was really cold that winter, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and in a corner of the Baofengshan Cemetery, two adults and two children stood in front of the newly raised grave, placing three glasses of light wine, a few pillars of fragrance, no flowers, and not even paper money.

The funeral customs of the East of the earth's humans were followed, but today, it is clear that only one thousandth of the rituals are done here.

The brand-new marble tablet is only engraved with a few lines of simple words "Father Xia Jin, Mother Shu Xumin's Tomb, Son Xia Chenghao, Daughter An Xiaoyali", without the date of birth and death and detailed epitaph.

However, Xia Chenghao found that on the side of the tombstone, there were two lines of small characters: "CE07U3, CE06X1" two sets of codes, which were the tombstones prepared by the principal on behalf of the principal, and only he understood what this number meant.

Xia Chenghao didn't ask, and the principal didn't think he saw it.

"Chenghao, Xiaoya, say goodbye to Mom and Dad!" The principal choked up, and Aunt Huang cried on the side, her eyes swollen like peaches.

An Xiaoya looked at all this blankly, her eyes were also red and swollen, everything happened so fast, so fast that it was over before she could understand the deep meaning, for her, the current pain did not last too long, and the road ahead was difficult.

Xia Chenghao didn't cry anymore, his tears dried up after he cried a lot on the night of the incident, and now he just silently took his sister's hand, took a step forward, knelt down slowly, and kowtowed heavily, Xiaoya never doubted what his brother did, and he learned to kowtow when he did this.

The adults behind him had a sour nose, and quietly turned their faces to grit their teeth and hold back.

After knocking his head, Xia Chenghao didn't stand up immediately, but stretched out his hand to hold the stone stele, looked at his parents' names, and secretly swore in his heart: "Dad, Mom, I will definitely take care of Xiaoya, don't worry!" ”

The principal gently pulled Xia Chenghao up, and Aunt Huang reached out to pick up An Xiaoya.

"Let's go! If you have time in the future, you should come and see it often! ”